Chapter 65: Sending Performance

Rin Sugawa raised her eyebrows, picked up the wine list placed aside, and waved to the waiter not far away.

The power of that glance not long ago was still there. The waiter moved awkwardly and approached cautiously, "Sir, how can I help you?"

He had seen many people of all kinds, vicious, timid,

and so on. He had never seen such a cold and obedient man.

He protected his young master like his own child.

He couldn't even look at him.

"Page one, one bottle of wine each, give it to those people, and count it as Lidao's performance." Rin Sugawa casually pointed to the booth near the door, closed the booklet, and threw it on the table with a snap.

Then he looked at Kitahara Yuki, "Thank you for paying the bill, young master."

His voice was cold and his expression was indifferent, but he looked just like the atmosphere behind the young master.

The waiter didn't dare to look up, and walked away with Amuro Toru's 20 million yen performance. He vaguely heard this scary man slowly say, "Tachishima, you don't have to thank me too much."

Then there was a lot of noise, and the waiter couldn't resist his curiosity and looked back.

The red-eyed man changed his seat and was now sitting on the left side of the black-haired young man, with a blond-haired and dark-skinned colleague on his right who was bowing his head.

Kitahara Yuki pinched a corner of Sugawa Rin's light brown wool sweater and whispered, "Okay, I know you have a good relationship with Amuro, so stop teasing him, and get down to business."

The air was quiet for a moment.

Sugawa Rin lowered her head and glanced.

The gorgeous light lingers on Kitahara's lotus-pink lips, casting a hazy hue that is dazzling. He looks up at you, his bright dark eyes shimmering like the sound of cicadas in summer and ice in winter.

"Yeah." Rin Sugawa responded softly, taking a sip of wine to moisten her dry lips.

"Besides Gin, who else is in the organization?" Kitahara Yuki asked Toru Amuro.

"Vodka and Bermode."

All they need is Prisoner A, and the four members of the organization can set up a mahjong table on the spot.

Let's have a unique team building.

Toru Amuro paused for a second and added, "It's not safe here. You go first. I noticed that Prisoner A is not with them."

He reached out and straightened the collar of Kitahara Yuki's sweater, covering the exposed porcelain-white skin. "Don't wear this dress. It doesn't suit you."

Kitahara Yuki subconsciously looked at Sugawa Rin.

He had said the same thing not long ago.

"I just praised your good relationship to adjust the atmosphere. However, you unexpectedly have a tacit understanding in some aspects."

Kitahara Yuki stood up suddenly, ending this conversation, and asked Toru Amuro in a normal voice, "Where is the bathroom?"

"It's a bit dark here. I'll take you there." Toru Amuro stood up and led Kitahara Yuki outside.

The heels made a clattering sound on the marble floor.

Toru Amuro led the way in front.

Kitahara Yuki followed behind nonchalantly. The lights of THREE CLUB were dazzling, the wine glasses were clinking, and the life was extravagant, but his dark eyes could not be illuminated.

He looked gloomy, and waited until there was no one around before pulling Amuro Tou into the small cubicle.

He pushed the blond policeman in, and Kitahara Yuki opened the door a little, making sure there was no movement outside, and then slowly closed it.

The small cubicle was not big, and it was filled with cleaning tools, so that two adult men standing in it seemed small and cramped.

"Zero, my method of identifying people is different from yours. We don't know the true identity of criminal A, but as long as he stands in front of me, I can find him."

Kitahara Yuki piled the mops next to him together, leaving a small space, and continued: "So, don't let me leave, I'm very useful."

This title...

Amuro Toru's eyes wandered, remembering the red pen and the warm touch of his lips.

At that time, Kou also called him Zero.

He leaned back slightly, avoiding the hand of Rin Sugawa who was tidying up the mop, and his voice was weak, "Don't call me that."

Something will happen.

"Hmm?" Kitahara Yuki stopped, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Amuro Toru spoke faster, "Let's talk about Prisoner A. I've explored THREE CLUB, and there's nothing suspicious at the moment."

"The THREE CLUB today is different from yesterday."

Kitahara Yuki pulled out the floor plan of THREE CLUB in his memory, scanned it again, and finally stopped at the second room from left to right on the third floor facing north.

This room faces the back alley of THREE CLUB. The rooms above, below, left and right are not private rooms. It is a place that can be used for attack or defense.

Just before entering THREE CLUB, he saw a car parked right below this room. There were some dead leaves on the roof of the car, and there was a long-standing wheel track on the ground under the tires.

This car has been parked for a long time and leaves at the specified time.

"There's something wrong with this room." Kitahara Yuki turned on the screen of his mobile phone, called up the floor plan, placed it in front of Amuro Toru, and pointed to the room on the third floor.

"The view here is wide, and we can fully grasp the movements in the back alley, and there is a car parked below that can be retreated at any time."

After a pause, Kitahara Yuki recalled the profile of prisoner A.

"He is meticulous and likes to hide behind the scenes to stir up trouble. If I were him, I would choose this room."

Amuro Toru pondered, "This is the room of the owner of THREE CLUB."

The goal is clear, and he will do it as soon as he says it.

With his wrist grabbed, Amuro Toru went out first.

He took many turns and was able to avoid the bodyguards every time. I think he has done a lot of homework in THREE CLUB in the past few days. Ten

minutes later, the two stopped at the safety passage on the third floor, and two bodyguards were guarding the door of the target room.

Amuro Toru let go of his hand and looked at Kitahara Yuki. "I'll go in through the window. You wait here for me. Don't run around."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows very quickly.

The third floor?

The window?

He didn't understand the tone of the physical strength that could easily ignore Newton's law.

In the field of vision, Toru Amuro opened the window between the stairs, nimbly flipped out, stepped on the waistline of the outer wall, and suddenly crossed the unprotected high altitude and landed on the balcony next to the target room.

The movement was light and did not make any sound.

Kitahara Yuki took two quick steps and stuck his head out.

The blond police officer landed steadily, with a blue hood covering his head, revealing a small tuft of light golden hair. His two palms were open, his arms supporting the ground, and his muscle lines were smooth and powerful.

"Go back." Toru Amuro turned his head and straightened his expression.

Kitahara Yuki bit the soft flesh next to his back molars and obediently retreated back to the emergency passage.

So cool.

He leaned against the wall, and waited until something heavy fell to the ground and a muffled groan was heard before Kitahara Yuki came out. His eyes fell on Amuro Toru first, and after making sure that he was not injured, he glanced at the two bodyguards who had fainted.

"You were so fast, didn't you run into anyone in there?"

"No."

After a brief exchange of words, Kitahara Yuki walked into the room, and Amuro Toru dragged the two bodyguards in and slowly closed the door.

The click of the metal buckle was particularly clear in the quiet space.

Kitahara Yuki subconsciously held his breath, then slowly exhaled, looking carefully at the room.

In front of him was a wooden desk that was over three meters wide. On both walls were dark brown bookcases that reached the ceiling. The left side was locked with piles of documents, and the right side was open and filled with books.

"The desk is placed prominently, close to the door. The owner of the room is aggressive and strong. But the furnishings are soft, indicating that he has an extreme and erratic personality."

Kitahara Yuki stroked the goose-yellow doll on the table and reconstructed the upside-down photo frame. In the photo frame was a photo of a man sitting on a swivel chair, with the background in this room.

He was the owner of THREE CLUE.

He sat down, estimated the distance between the chair and the desk, and began to analyze based on the placement habits of the items.

"Male, 40-45 years old, 170-175 cm tall, tense family relationships, strict and demanding of subordinates, emotionally unstable, extreme and unscrupulous, connected to the mafia, and has good relations."

"No matter how many times I've seen you, your abilities always surprise me."

Kitahara Yuki smiled, his eyes swept over Amuro Toru's muscular arms, "The same applies to you. Amuro, tell me about your discovery in this room, using your keen insight and skilled deduction."

Not called Zero anymore?

Amuro Toru glanced at Kitahara Yuki. The black-haired young man was sitting on a swivel chair, using his waist to drive the swivel chair, and it moved closer to the bookcase on the left.

The large movement caused the sweater to rise slightly, revealing the white and slender waist.

He knocked on the glass on the cabinet door, "What difficult problem requires you to think for so long?"

Amuro Toru: "Do you smell blood?"

"Huh?" Kitahara Yuki retracted his right hand that was swinging the lock, moved the tip of his nose, and smelled nothing.

After three attempts, he confirmed his conclusion.

"Dog nose? Learned it from Harrow?"

Good physical strength, good nose, good cooking skills, and a quick mind.

Have the first right to choose a mate.

Unfortunately, this lover is the country.

Amuro Toru automatically ignored Kitahara Yuki's shy tone, stepped forward and stopped in front of the bookcase on the right, and his sharp eyes swept through every corner.

There is something strange.

Everything is in sight here.

The four people were not injured, so where did the faint smell of blood come from?

"There is a secret room." They said in unison

.

The two looked at each other, and Kitahara Yuki spoke first, "When you jumped to the balcony next door, I took a look. The layout of this room and the balcony next door is basically the same."

"I walked 19 steps from the fire door to the door of this room, but the horizontal distance in the room is 13 steps. Excluding the thickness of the wall, this room has lost about ten square meters of space."

Ten square meters of space is enough to hide a lot of things.

Living people? Corpses? Or danger?

Kitahara Yuki's eyes lit up, the mystery stimulated the brain, secreted dopamine, and his thinking suddenly became active.

He exerted force on his feet to get off the swivel chair, and his eyes fell on the floor-to-ceiling bookcase in front of Amuro Toru.

The open layout will lead to the accumulation of dust, and even if it is cleaned once a day, it will not be completely clean.

He took a step forward, clasped the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and lightly stroked the bookcase partitions with the fingertips. There were obvious traces of dust on his white fingers.

In this case, the clue to solving the mystery lies in the only clean grid.

While recalling the height of the owner of the room, Kitahara Yuki scanned the bookcase, and finally stopped at the blue Statue of Liberty ornament that was 1.3 meters above the ground.

Found it!

"Ha, a puzzle that's not difficult at all."

He curled his lips and stepped forward, his active mind already beginning to scatter everything behind the secret room door, but was caught by the quick-eyed and quick-handed Amuro Toru, and the picture instantly faded away like a tide.

Amuro Toru exerted force with his right hand and grabbed Kitahara Yuki behind him.

"Pull out the gun, load it, and hide behind me."