Chapter 68

Kitahara Yuki raised his chin slightly and squinted his eyes to look at Prisoner A.

The man was wearing a mask and a casual light brown suit with one button unbuttoned, revealing a bunny head embroidered on the same color. He

was wearing a pair of pure black sneakers, looking clean and refreshing, not like a scumbag with a dark heart and hands.

His eyes stayed on the bunny head for a moment longer, and Kitahara Yuki decided to start the conversation with this childish pattern.

"Very cute."

Prisoner A did not respond, staring at him for a long time with his amber eyes, and then a cold sneer came out of his throat.

Then he slightly turned sideways to reveal Vermouth behind him.

"Baby, you were so hot in the booth. Gin couldn't take his eyes off you."

Kitahara Yuki ignored Bermode's teasing, and his eyes moved back and forth between Prisoner A and Bermode.

Prisoner A is not a person.

What does it mean that the criminal who is extremely controlling and unruly has a person guarding him?

"Belmos is monitoring you." Kitahara Yuki raised his lips, and the ending tone rose with a little excitement. "You are not trusted by the organization. Rum can even modify your plan at will. You are being suppressed."

He dragged his chin with one hand and shook his calves subconsciously. The next second he remembered Toru Amuro hiding under the table and held back.

With a glance, the blond public security officer's ears were slightly red, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Is it too hot?

It doesn't matter, he will be able to deal with Prisoner A soon and save Zero from the suffocating environment.

"Let me guess why you are being oppressed."

Kitahara Yuki exerted force on his leg muscles and stood up.

He deliberately increased the sound of his footsteps, and his heels made a dull clacking sound on the marble floor, like fierce drumbeats, each hitting the beating heartbeat.

Using sound to create a sense of oppression is old-fashioned enough, and it is also useful enough.

Next is the spear attacking the shield.

"Gin mistook me for you, and the first sentence he said was, 'Moriarti, I am directly under the BOSS, don't talk to me in this tone.' This sentence tells me two messages."

Kitahara Yuki observed all the micro-expressions and movements of Prisoner A.

The eyebrows are pressed down, the upper eyelid muscles are tightened, and the thumb pad rubs the second joint of the index finger.

These words put a certain amount of pressure on Prisoner A.

The answer slowly surfaced, and Kitahara Yuki smiled, grasping the thread of the mystery.

"First, you and Gin once agreed to meet here. Second, Gin is very dissatisfied with you because of the organization's boss. Combined with Rum's targeting of you and Bermode's surveillance of you."

"Are you preparing to usurp the throne? You don't even have the slightest idea of ​​hiding it." Kitahara Yuki stood in front of Prisoner A. When he got closer, he noticed that Prisoner A's black hair was slightly curled under the light, like a lamb. He

is hypocritical and arrogant.

He doesn't bother to hide anything from people he doesn't care about.

He will kill all the opponents he is interested in.

Kitahara Yuki turned to Bermode, "The organization's boss knows what he's thinking. Does that old man with a muddled mind think he can control the knife and not hurt himself?"

Bermode's expression was a little strange. He took two deep breaths to calm himself down, then slowly said, "That's why I said I can't meet you. This ability to see through the truth at a glance is really annoying."

She glanced at Kitahara Yuki with her peripheral

vision. Can the other party see that she also wants to destroy the organization?

Bermode recalled everything she had done after meeting Kitahara Yuki for the first time.

There was nothing wrong, so it shouldn't be possible.

"In that case, it's not a coincidence that Bermode is monitoring you, but an inevitable result. You know that Bermode will unite with you."

Bermode: !!!

This is not a human being, it's simply a ghost who can see through people's hearts.

Her muscles were tense, blood flowed all over her body, her limbs were instantly cold, and a bone-crushing feeling spread all over her body, as if she was being bitten by millions of insects.

It's itchy, but there's no solution.

"Relax, don't hold your breath." Kitahara Yuki smiled and glanced at the emotionally exposed Bermod, "Look into my eyes and take a deep breath."

Bermod met the smiling dark eyes, suddenly relaxed, and his body temperature instantly surged back to his limbs.

"Baby, you are simply a devil."

"To this beautiful lady, I can take this as a compliment." Kitahara Yuki took a step back, distanced the two of them, and turned to look at Prisoner A.

It's suitable to deal with this guy head-on.

He took out the photo from his pocket and slapped the rabbit head hard on Prisoner A's chest. The prisoner A stretched out his hand to catch it.

"The other person in this photo is Shimizu Issu. What do you want to do? He has been one of your targets since the Ota Building?"

As he finished speaking, Amuro Toru quickly touched the front pocket of his sweatshirt.

The photo disappeared.

When?

Amuro Toru carefully recalled the details and came to the conclusion after a moment that it was when Kitahara Yuki stuffed him under the table.

Was he not vigilant enough, or was Kitahara Yuki more capable?

[Kitahara Yuki: Stealing (5% proficiency)]

[Kitahara Yuki: Stealing (8% proficiency)]

"Sweetie, you need to be good and not be so fierce." Prisoner A lowered his voice and said the first sentence after meeting. The voice coming through the voice changer had a sense of oppression.

The pair of light brown eyes revealed looked cold and ruthless.

Vermode: Really brave.

Amuro Toru: Take out the wooden basket.

Kitahara Yuki: What a disgusting name.

Kitahara Yuki crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes gradually turned cold, "I don't like nonsense, tell me about Shimizu Issuke and why you brought me here."

His partner was still nestling in a small corner, feeling very excited.

Hurry up and solve it.

Prisoner A did not answer immediately. He turned around and walked out of the secret room, dragging the swivel chair in front of the desk and stopped one meter away from Kitahara Yuki.

Sitting down slowly, Prisoner A tilted his head with a sinister look in his eyes, "Come to think of it, when I first came in, you were not in a good condition. Your forehead was sweating, your back was bent, and your hands were under the table. Are you hiding something?" It

was a person.

Kitahara Yuki remained silent.

The calm tone of voice had a strange implication of "you are stealing someone."

Prisoner A did not need to answer, and continued: "You obviously know who Shimizu Issu is, why are you asking me?"

This sentence is ambiguous, as if it said everything, but also as if it said nothing.

Combined with the photo, Amuro Toru will definitely think too much.

[Shimizu Issuke (Vest 3): Shaping Value 10%]

[Shimizu Issuke (Vest 3): Shaping Value 17%]

This Shaping Value increase...

What did Amuro think of?

"You look under the table too often." Prisoner A smiled and answered Kitahara Yuki's second question.

"Rum changed my plan, and I changed Rum's plan. Witnesses, physical evidence, motives for murder, all clues point to you killing this person."

Prisoner A raised his chin towards the supine corpse.

"The pursuit of excitement and mystery led you to choose to stay here, but at the same time you lost the chance to escape."

A series of footsteps came from outside the door as these words came.

Kitahara Yuki's face darkened slightly, and when he looked up again, Prisoner A and Vermouth had disappeared, replaced by the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's First Investigation Division.

Amuro Toru stood behind

Kitahara Yuki, stretched out his hand to pinch his tense shoulders, and pulled back his somewhat scattered thoughts. "Mr. Kita, someone called the police and said that they saw you, Kimura, kill Terada Nakayoshi. We found a suspected murder weapon, the Berle Tower, in the water tank in the bathroom on the third floor, and your fingerprints were on it."

After a pause, Officer Megure said slowly, "We can only trouble you to come with us."

Kitahara Yuki nodded lightly, and took off the suit jacket he had taken off the bodyguard with a normal expression.

Now think about it, the two fainted bodyguards are almost the same as Gin. He threw the clothes on Takagi Wataru, "Go check the smoke reaction, there will probably be a surprise."

Takagi Wataru stared at Kitahara Yuki in a daze.

The evidence is there.

Why is he still so unsure?

"Officer Takagi, don't be in a daze, this is one of the evidences that I am the murderer. If you don't take the clothes, they will fall off."

Takagi Wataru grabbed the clothes in a hurry, sorted them out and handed them to the forensic department.

Oh, he even handed over a piece of evidence in person.

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The door of the interrogation room.

Officer Megure looked at his subordinates and asked, "Who of you is going to interrogate Kitahara Yuki?"

The corridor was terribly silent.

Everyone's breathing stopped for a moment.

What a joke, who dares to go.

Is this to interrogate Kitahara Yuki, or to be interrogated by Kitahara Yuki?

That would really become a laughing stock in the Metropolitan Police Department, and colleagues would have an extra side dish for lunch.

They would be hung on the pillar of shame forever.

Chiba and Shiratori looked at each other, and pulled Sato back together.

For a moment, Takagi Wataru, who remained motionless, was particularly abrupt, and everyone's eyes were focused on him in an instant.

Takagi Wataru immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "No... don't do this."

Resistance was ineffective, and under the insistence of all the police officers in the search department, Takagi Wataru stumbled into the interrogation room with the notebook and pen that were forced upon him .

He screamed, mobilized most of his muscles, stabilized his body, and still slammed into the chair where Kitahara Yuki was sitting.

At the same time, a huge sound of closing doors rang out.

"Oh, sorry!"

Takagi Wataru stood up straight immediately, his heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to look Kitahara Yuki in the eye. He sat down on the stool that belonged to him and placed the notebook and pen on the table very lightly.

"Mr. Kita, let's... um, have a chat."

After waiting for ten seconds without saying anything, Takagi Wataru looked up at Kitahara Yuki.

The black-haired young man was only wearing a thin white shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a large area of ​​porcelain-white skin. His lips were very white, his expression was very pale, and he had almost no expression.

His legs were crossed, his back was straight, and his aura was intimidating.

Takagi Wataru only dared to take a look and immediately retracted his gaze, "We detected gunpowder in that coat--"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The indifferent voice interrupted Takagi Wataru.

"Not Mr. Kitahara anymore? Have you seen my information?" Kitahara Yuki looked at Takagi Wataru, his whole body stiff, his upper eyelids tense, his hands covering his face, his feet flapping constantly.

Nervous and wanting to escape.

Then just add one more sentence to make the other person flee.

"You like Officer Sato."

The cold and indifferent words were like a red-hot iron ball suddenly entering the water, bringing up a series of splashes and the steaming heat all around. The heart

was in a mess and it was difficult to think.

Takagi Wataru's cheeks instantly turned red, his brain was congested, and heat continued to pour out of his head.

Ah ah ah! Oh

my God! What did he hear!

What did his colleagues outside hear!

Help.

Kitahara Yuki only took ten seconds to turn him into a side dish for his colleagues at lunch!