Chapter 67 Performance
The room returned to silence. The bodyguard with his upper body exposed had been carried away from the balcony by Amuro Toru.
Now only the bodyguard lying on his back and Kitahara Yuki standing were left.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer. According to calculations, Gin would enter the room in ten seconds.
[10] He muttered to himself.
Kitahara Yuki closed his eyes, flipped through all the memories related to Prisoner A, and started profiling again.
The criminal hated being bound and did whatever he wanted.
He would not button every button in a proper manner.
【9】
With a sneer, Kitahara Yuki unbuttoned the top and bottom buttons of his shirt, pulled up a corner and stuffed it into his tight slacks, then lifted up the remaining corner of the shirt and let it hang loosely at his waist.
【5】
Not enough.
He moved his feet, walked quickly to the secret room, turned off the light, and sat in the swivel chair.
【2】
He raised his legs.
He placed them on the desk, crossed his calves, and looked relaxed.
【0】The counting ended.
Thump thump—
footsteps entered the room, and without hesitation, they came to the secret room and finally stopped at the door of the secret room.
Kitahara Yuki closed his eyes, his voice carrying a barely detectable smile, the last syllable circled in his throat and slowly fell to the ground.
The distorted electronic voice was eerie, "GIN, you failed."
The darkness created a sense of mystery. The raised legs made it impossible for Gin to guess the height, and the closed eyes prevented him from peeking into the eyes.
Gin retracted his gaze from the unconscious bodyguard and instead lingered on Kitahara Yuki's face for a moment.
The darkness and the mask rejected the unscrupulous scrutiny.
This was the first time he and the criminal consultant in the organization met offline.
He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and held it in his mouth.
Click -
the flame of the lighter rose, illuminating a corner of the space. In the dim light, the other person's cold white skin collided with the dark green pupils.
This man acted recklessly and cautiously.
Gin nudged the soft flesh of his back molars with his tongue. He hates mysticism, and dislikes anything that is out of control.
For example, the man in front of him, such as Kitahara Yuki.
"Moriarti."
The code name of Prisoner A circled in Gin's throat, and then he slowly spit it out, "I report directly to the BOSS, don't talk to me in this tone."
This sentence shows that Kitahara Yuki's reasoning is correct, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Sure enough, with Prisoner A's superiority, the probability that he and Gin are in contact through video is more than 80%.
In order to create a sense of mystery, the probability that the video is dim is more than 90%.
Great, the arrogant mysticism gave him an opportunity to take advantage of.
Kitahara Yuki leaned back in his chair and rubbed his fingertips slowly.
Gin suspected that his probability was zero percent.
But out of caution, Top Killer will make a test.
He would say -
"It's your plan that's wrong."
The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the nauseating smell of blood invaded the nasal cavity strongly.
Gin's voice was very low, lurking in the long darkness, like a hungry green-eyed wolf crawling forward, attacking and biting in an instant.
Fierce and cruel, suspicious.
"This is not my plan." Kitahara Yukichi answered without any hesitation, and pushed back Gin's temptation calmly.
Prisoner A is meticulous, step by step, and plays with people's hearts.
But this plan is full of mistakes, and the purpose of wanting to put this life on Kitahara Yuki's head is too obvious. Obviously, Prisoner A will not design such a cheap trap.
What would he do if he was Prisoner A?
Kitahara Yuki slowly emptied his mind, and in a trance his soul rose and his perspective changed.
He became Prisoner A.
[I have a little habit. I like extremely sour food, or I am used to horror movies in the dark.
This is my little hobby of pursuing excitement.
And recently, I discovered the interesting prey Kitahara Yuki. How can I defeat the prey in one fell swoop?
First of all, you need to deprive the prey of sleep and create an extreme environment.
However, the prey is very smart. He saw through this routine interrogation technique at a glance and recognized my plan to deliberately cause psychological pressure.
It doesn't matter. I can use his sense of morality and his friends to make him take the initiative to enter the cage again. He will begin to feel tired and powerless, and his flexible brain will gradually become dull.
This is the first step.
In the second step, I will use his confused memory to impose an identity on the deceased I have chosen.
At this time, only a small hint is needed, and the smart prey will self-righteously hold on to the remaining clues.
Don't worry, the prey is still rational. I need to give the prey a chance to breathe.
Then it comes to the third step, which must be done with extreme caution. I need the blood of the prey's friends to stimulate his brain. He will find that his friends died because of him, and he will collapse. In the fourth step
, the irrational prey will take the initiative to pick up the butcher knife and aim it at the deceased I have chosen.
The plan succeeded, and the detective became the murderer.
This feeling is simply wonderful. Kitahara Yuki
suddenly came back to his senses, beads of sweat crawling down his back, trembling all over his brain, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
The first step was at Daejeon Building.
The second step was with Rin Sugawa.
And now it was the third step.
The shadowy sense of surveillance enveloped him, and Kitahara Yuki felt the blood flowing backwards throughout his body, a bone-chilling chill radiating from his fingertips, leaving strong traces of fear in his heart.
Just one step away...
If it weren't for the organization's people who took the initiative to change the plan of Prisoner A, he would...
Kitahara Yuki took a small breath, controlled the muscles of his whole body, suppressed his emotions, and eliminated the possibility that Gin would find out that he was not in the right state at the moment.
"Who changed my plan? You disdain to do it, and Vermouth dare not do it. It was Rum."
His voice was firm, and he turned the question into an affirmative sentence.
It's not enough, and some details need to be said to completely break through Gin's defense.
"I have planned everything. Kitahara Yuki will have a mental breakdown and Sugawa Rin will die. You destroyed it, and you acquiesced to this destruction. Is it because you want to protect Kitahara Yuki?"
Take the initiative, turn the tables, and make up stories.
Kitahara Yuki opened his eyes, his gaze was sharp, his tone was cold, "You've crossed the line, GIN."
Gin laughed briefly.
Powerful and dangerous.
However, the sound of footsteps interrupted the tense atmosphere .
When Vodka entered the room, he noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and he raised his sword decisively, aiming at Kitahara Yuki who was sitting in the swivel chair.
"Brother!" Are you going to fight?
Gin's tone was calm, without any trembling on his facial muscles, "Put away your sword."
Kitahara Yuki glanced at Vodka lightly.
Vodka felt that his head was trembling, and the cold gaze was exactly the same as when his elder brother told him to get out.
He subconsciously turned to Gin and met his vicious dark green eyes.
There was a lot of white in these eyes, and when he looked down at people, there was a sense of extreme ferocity and horror.
He took a step back and stood behind Gin obediently. He
couldn't afford to mess with either of them.
The electronic sound slowly rang out from the suddenly quiet space, "I need a reason for you to ignore me. It can't be because you like... men."
Kitahara Yuki held it in for a moment, but in the end he didn't spit out his own name, and changed to another name.
Vodka, who was standing aside, gasped.
What did he miss?
Can he hear this?
Gin glanced at Vodka and warned him, "Are you kidding me? What do you think about the boss keeping Hase Hikaru and Kitahara Yuki for use?"
The message came.
Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows and pressed on, "I can disobey him."
"Of course, if you don't mind the organization favoring Hase Hikaru and Kitahara Yuki, and don't want to care about Shimizu Iji, you can ignore a word." Gin raised a malicious smile.
Kitahara Yuki: ...
Just a few words, but the amount of information exploded. He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the absurd feeling that suddenly rose in his heart.
Top Killer is so good at talking, say more.
Gin sneered, and his eyes stayed on Moriarty who was silent and lowered his head for a long time. He clenched his fists and his hands were shaking.
Although his face could not be seen clearly.
But Gin knew that he was sad and suppressed.
Nothing was left out? What a joke.
He is just a poor bug who was forced to join the organization.
"Why, you don't dare to answer?" Gin walked over, stretched out his left hand, pulled out the swivel chair, and then sat down, sweeping over Moriarty's tight muscles.
The moment his eyes swept over, Moriarty took a step back.
"Cowardly and pitiful." Gin commented lightly.
Kitahara Yuki, who was suppressing his smile: ...
Stop talking, I can't bear it anymore.
Forget it, say more.
It’s all information!
His facial muscles tensed and he said coldly: "That photo..."
Kitahara Yuki: Let Gin make up for the rest of the sentence.
Gin: I can’t even speak completely. I’m so scared that I have to pretend to be calm.
"Why, a photo is so precious? Is it because of who is in it, Kitahara Yuki or Shimizu Iji?"
Gin took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled the white mist with his breath. He turned his head to look at Moriarty, who was labeled as dangerous like Hase Hikaru by the boss.
What is this guy's real name?
Not sure, he suddenly found the organization and joined.
The reason is ridiculous and funny.
"It has nothing to do with you." The electronic voice sounded cold.
So he hated mysticism.
Half-saying and half-doing, it's annoying.
Gin sneered.
"Don't do unnecessary things, Rum has already made a plan, Kitahara Yuki has no alibi, and there are only his fingerprints on the murder weapon. The sleeping Kogoro has also been transferred, and no one can help him."
When did he get the fingerprints?
Kitahara Yuki recalled everything that started in the Ota Building.
Oh, it was the staff member on the fourth floor who stared at him for a while next to the changing room.
Gin's patience ran out, and he broke the long silence, walked away, followed closely by Vodka.
The room was quiet again until three minutes later when Toru Amuro came in from the balcony.
He turned on the light and saw Kitahara Yuki leaning against the back of the chair, his fingers unconsciously wrapping around the white strap of the mask, round and round, his fingers engorged but without any reaction.
Apparently this state has been going on for some time.
Toru Amuro frowned, carefully fixed Kitahara Yuki's hands, and loosened the thin circle around his fingers, "What are you doing?"
Kitahara Yuki suddenly came back to his senses because of the other party's suppressed voice. He paused for a second, and then replied, "Thinking about something." Toru
Amuro said nothing.
Kitahara Yuki was sitting on pins and needles.
The longer he was silent, the more perverted he became.
Zero must be angry.
"Well, I have a question for you that I've been thinking about for three minutes." Kitahara Yuki skillfully changed the subject and spoke faster.
"The first words Gin said when he saw Prisoner A were - Moriarty, I report directly to the boss, don't talk to me in that tone."
Amuro Toru frowned and thought deeply.
Kitahara Yuki breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, the simplest method is the most effective. Amuro was completely attracted by Prisoner A and Gin.
"What's wrong with this sentence?" Amuro Toru turned his head away, pretending not to notice Kitahara Yuki's sudden relaxation, "It sounds like something Gin would say."
"But this is the first time Gin and Prisoner A have met. In an unexpected environment, meeting someone we have never seen before but who can accurately call out our names, our first reaction should be..."
"Ask 'Who are you!'" They said in unison.
The two lines of sight met in the air for a second, and then separated very quickly.
So why did Gin say that?
He is more suspicious than anyone else present.
Unless...
"He and Prisoner A agreed to meet at this time." Kitahara Yuki crossed his legs, bent the fingers of his right hand, and tapped the table lightly.
He deduced that Rum had modified the plan, would Prisoner A not find out?
Obviously not, this guy has planned everything.
Why didn't Prisoner A show up at the agreed time?
Because he calculated a series of actions by Kitahara Yuki.
This is waiting for something to happen.
Prisoner A is about to arrive in this room.
The other party predicted his every step.
Kitahara Yuki's fingertips trembled slightly, and his dark eyes were amazingly bright. He liked this feeling of being evenly matched.
Adrenaline and dopamine surged, his brain was working at high speed, and he was enveloped by excitement and satisfaction.
He took two quick deep breaths, and then held his breath tightly, but still couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and the tail tone trembled slightly.
"Zero, Prisoner A will come to me. I like this feeling, I like this excitement."
He knew.
Kou now looked like he was going crazy with joy.
Amuro Toru held Kitahara Yuki's hands that couldn't stop shaking, and straightened his expression, "You don't even know how to breathe. Calm down, this state is not suitable to face Prisoner A."
Kitahara Yuki slowly exhaled.
The excitement suddenly cooled down, and the surging adrenaline had nowhere to vent, and it dissipated through the body temperature in a rush. Fine beads of sweat climbed from the back to the forehead, making people feel suffocated.
"It's too late. You hide first." Kitahara Yuki suppressed his suffocation and quickly pushed Amuro Toru under the table.
At the same time, the sound of the door handle being pressed exploded in the ears of both of them.
Amuro Toru followed Kitahara Yuki's force and shrank into the narrow space under the table.
The next second, Kitahara Yuki's thigh pressed against his cheek, and the excessive body temperature continuously surged through the cotton material, penetrated into the pores, and stimulated the sensory center.
He remembered the gorgeous blood on Kitahara Yuki's cheek on the balcony and the soft touch of his fingertips, as well as
Amuro Toru who was so close at hand. He came back to his senses abruptly, his throat tightened, and his heart was in turmoil.
Not yet.
Can't scare this coward away.
The thigh at the cheek moved, and Amuro looked up. Kitahara Yukimasa leaned back slightly, and his back stretched the thigh muscles.
"Prisoner A? No, I should call you Moriarty."
He paused, and said in a tight tone, "This code name is really careless. Are you playing a detective game? Who do you think is Sherlock Holmes?"