Chapter 66: Worried

"Amuro, you have some misunderstandings about me. I am not a delicate flower that needs your protection. I have the ability to protect myself, even though my physical strength and fighting skills are not as good as yours."

Kitahara Yuki walked past Amuro Toru with a normal expression, and gently stroked the blue Statue of Liberty with his bony fingers. It

was very clean, with a slight paint peeling one centimeter from the base, probably caused by long-term stroking

. This is a secret room mechanism.

"I know." Amuro Toru pressed Kitahara Yuki's wrist, "You can tell whether it is safe by the subtle marks, but I am a public security officer, and I should stand in front of you."

What in front?

Perform a heroic sacrifice?

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Amuro Toru.

Light blond hair fell softly beside the ear, half of the face was hidden in the darkness, and the light and shadow made it difficult to see the emotions. His back was straight, and his strong sense of conviction seemed indestructible, like a bloodthirsty jackal, biting the flesh of the enemy until death.

"I'll do it." Amuro Toru pushed away Kitahara Yuki's hand and twisted the mechanism back and forth.

Then there was a slight click, and the bookcase in front of him slowly separated from the middle. The enclosed space appeared before his eyes, and the smell of blood could not wait to drill into his nose.

The smell of rust was extremely strong.

This amount of bleeding, it's a corpse.

Kitahara Yuki's eyes gradually darkened.

He turned on the flashlight that came with his phone, and the cold white light illuminated the ten square meters of space, and the corpse lying on the ground with a grim face came into view.

Moving the light to face the deceased, Kitahara Yuki frowned, "It's the gentleman in the photo frame. The deceased is the owner of THREE CLUB."

Snap -

Amuro Toru turned on the light in the secret room.

The sudden light made the phone dim, and Kitahara Yuki put it away, avoiding the large amount of dried blood on the ground, and walked into the secret room.

He glanced at the bleeding spots on the body and frowned.

This wound...

"It was a gun shot." Amuro Toru squatted down to check, "The bullet hit the thigh and penetrated the aorta, and he died of excessive blood loss."

"Can you tell what gun caused it?"

"Breita 92FS."

Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly, pulled out the swivel chair next to him, and sat on it, "The model is already known, you have some guesses about the person who opened the gun."

"It's Gin's sidearm, and not many people like this model."

"This is not good news." Kitahara Yuki leaned back, and the back of the chair sank slightly because of this action.

He overlapped his ten fingers into a tower shape and gently placed them on his abdomen, thinking about countermeasures.

Prisoner A led him to THREE CLUB, but did not show up.

Amuro Toru received a mission from the organization to go undercover in THREE CLUB three days in advance.

Gin, Vodka, and Bermode followed.

Gin killed the boss of THREE CLUB.

Now he only needs one thing to verify his guess.

"Amuro, look for anything related to me on the body." Kitahara Yuki stood up, glanced around, walked to the southeast decisively, took out a medical kit from under the cabinet, and took out a pair of gloves.

"Take this."

Amuro Toru took it, tore open the package, put it on skillfully, and fumbled the body from head to tail, stopping at the pocket of his shirt after a while.

This touch is something in a package.

He pulled out the item, and an old photo appeared in front of him.

Kitahara Yuki leaned over to take a look.

The background of the photo is a three-story old house, and in front of the open space of the house are two children.

Coincidentally, he knows both of these children.

One is himself ten years ago, and the other is the vest No. 3 who has not yet appeared.

Kitahara Yuki sneered.

Gin was not playing mahjong for team building.

They were going to beat him.

He straightened up and moved his legs to get rid of the numbness from sitting for a long time, "Do you think Gin has seen Prisoner A?"

Amuro Toru did not answer immediately. His eyes stayed on the old photo for a long time, locking on the child next to Kitahara Yuki, who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Black hair and black eyes, not Sugawa Rin. There was a deep scar on the thumb of his right hand that was holding Kitahara Yuki.

Who is he?

Amuro Toru turned his wrist and stuffed the photo into the large interconnected pockets on the front of his sweatshirt, and answered Kitahara Yuki's question, "I don't know, but I know he will come."

Indeed, Gin, who took great pains to lead them here, will reap the fruits of victory in the future.

Kitahara Yuki murmured, "I don't think he has ever seen Prisoner A. Even his knowledge of Prisoner A is just the fake electronic voice and the mask on his face."

He doesn't know as much as he does.

A meticulous and intelligent criminal, proud and conceited.

Ordinary people don't deserve to know of his existence.

Gin doesn't deserve to see his face or hear his voice.

And Kitahara Yuki needs to prove his ability before he can walk in front of him.

"I hate mysticism."

Kitahara Yuki licked his back teeth, and the next second he received the accusing gaze of Amuro Toru. He coughed lightly and tried to make amends, "I'm not talking about you."

Amuro Toru hummed lightly.

This kind of reaction?

Kitahara Yuki looked at Amuro Toru with his peripheral vision. Do you have a bad temper?

Forget it, the top priority now is to deal with Gin, and we can talk about Amuro Toru later.

"Mr. Undercover, you go first. Gin can't find you here. If they ask, just say I dumped you when I went to the bathroom."

Amuro Toru understood what Kitahara Yuki meant in a second, "You want to face Gin alone? You want to take risks? We should go together."

This won't work. Kitahara Yuki is still waiting to deal with Gin before going to see Prisoner A.

This idea needs to be hidden from Amuro Toru.

Kitahara Yuki's sight swept across Amuro Toru's tense upper limb muscles and raised upper eyelids.

Is Zero a pufferfish?

It will explode if touched.

"You go first, Gin won't touch me."

At most, his head will be pressed into the bathtub.

He can also cut vests.

Kitahara Yuki said as he walked outside and gently patted a bodyguard who was in a coma. After making sure that the other party would not wake up, he began to unbutton his black suit and white shirt.

After that, he exerted force with his arms to change the bodyguard from lying on his back to lying on his back, and swiftly took off his suit jacket and white shirt.

Amuro Toru raised his eyebrows, his movements were skillful, and he even used skill. Obviously, with Kitahara Yuki's ability to fight, he would not know this technique.

"Did Rin Sugawa teach you? You used to do this kind of thing often."

Kitahara Yuki paused and said slowly, "I forgot."

This time, it was Toru Amuro who was silent.

The silence lasted for ten seconds, resulting in a deafening silence.

Kitahara Yuki took the time to turn to Toru Amuro, and then observed his micro-expression, "Did you imagine my miserable experience from birth to the age of ten in these ten seconds?"

He looked like he was about to cry.

Toru Amuro tightened his voice and still responded with deafening silence.

Kitahara Yuki carefully observed Toru Amuro's expression and said firmly, "You are not right. You also imagined my miserable experience from the age of ten to twenty. Do I look so pitiful?"

Indeed, pitiful.

Toru Amuro looked up, thinking back to the other party's reaction to the memory in the Daejeon Building.

He nodded to confirm his thoughts.

Kitahara Yuki was amused by this action.

"You are thinking, 'Ah, Kou is so pitiful, she has lost her memory from ten years ago. She can't cook, and she is so delicate. Will she curl up in the cold wind and cry pitifully?'"

He described it vividly, even imitating Toru Amuro's voice and making exaggerated movements.

A faint sense of shame surged in his heart, and Toru Amuro closed his eyes, "Shut up."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "Are you angry because of shame?"

Toru Amuro refused to answer.

"My ears are red." The black-haired young man said in a low voice, and his shy tone was not concealed at all.

Amuro Toru couldn't bear it any longer and opened his eyes. When he looked up at the blindingly white back, his expression was blank for a moment.

Kou had very little pigmentation on his body, and his entire back was white and clean. His waist was also very thin, as if it could be broken with a little force.

He was raising his hands, and his soft sweater was loosely piled under his armpits. His waist was slightly bent, revealing a slightly protruding spine. The cold white light shone on it, giving it a moist luster.

Amuro Toru suddenly closed his eyes, and felt a tingling sensation rising from the soles of his feet, climbing up his back, and lingering on his scalp. He

was worried and anxious.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as the voice came out, Amuro Toru was startled and swallowed his saliva very quickly.

How could it be so hoarse.

"Of course it's to change clothes. What's wrong with you? I'm done. You should leave now. Gin is coming."

Toru Amuro opened his eyes again. Kitahara Yuki, who had changed into bodyguard clothes, stood in front of him, spread his five fingers and waved them in front of him.

He instinctively grabbed the restless hands, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly, "Okay, I'm nearby. Call me if there's any danger."

Kitahara Yuki looked surprised.

When did Amuro become so easy to talk to?

"Then you should leave quickly." He pulled out the wrist that was held by Toru Amuro, gently pushed the blond policeman, turned around and took out a mask from the medical box and put it on.

Toru Amuro stared at his every move, and his mind flashed with what he said not long ago - 'I don't think he has ever seen Prisoner A. Even his knowledge of Prisoner A is just a fake electronic voice and a mask on his face.' '

Combined with his series of actions of changing clothes and wearing a mask, I had a guess.

"Do you want to pretend to be prisoner A?"

Kitahara Yuki gave a short chuckle, spread out his five fingers, and pushed all the hair in front of his forehead back.

"Correct answer, reward is a cup of iced coffee."

Amuro Toru smiled, "This is the third cup of coffee you owe me."

One cup at Ota Building, one cup at the Pramia wedding scene, and one cup now.

Then just owe it, anyway, more debts are not a burden.

Kitahara Yuki pressed his Adam's apple and cleared his throat. The larynx and vocal cords worked together, and a stereotyped electronic sound slowly came out of his throat.

"How is it?" He asked in a fake electronic voice.

Amuro Toru took a breath and met Kitahara Yuki's shining dark eyes. The powerful psychology expert gave him another surprise unexpectedly.

"Amazing, is this Chinese ventriloquism?"

No, this is [Acting Skills (100% Mastery)].

As long as he wants, he can become anyone in the world except for the appearance and figure. But most of the time, he just wants to be himself.

"Now, this is my home court." Kitahara Yuki smiled, and the soft black hair was blown by the wind that came in through the window.

The pale profile shone brightly under the cold white light, and the ink-black eyes were filled with determination and success. It

was so clever and dazzling.

Amuro Toru's heart stopped beating for a moment, he was completely led by Kitahara Yuki.

Kou started to lay out before entering the room.

He deduced from the number of steps that there was a secret room in the room, and exposed it with a few actions and words. Then he used the discovered photos to confuse the person's mind and seize the initiative.

Then he used Prisoner A and deliberately funny words to set a trap without anyone noticing. He

just waited for the person to jump in and leave on their own.

He wanted to get rid of him.

Amuro Toru licked his dry lips.

How could he... how could he be so...

unsuspecting of Kitahara Yuki.

Thump thump——

The sound of footsteps brought Toru Amuro back to his senses.

Kitahara Yuki frowned and urged him, "Hurry up, Gin is coming."