Chapter 70

"Who are you looking for?" The old dean took out a pair of glasses from his drawer, put them on his nose, and stared at the photo carefully for a while.

Then he looked up, squinted his eyes, looked at the oppressive man wearing a mask, and the smiling pink-haired young man next to him, and glanced at the little brother with a bad face.

Two big and one small, three men?

A strange combination.

Looking for two more men?

"Kitahara Yuki." Amuro Toru pointed at the miniature version of the psychology expert, and knocked on the boy next to him, "and Shimizu Issu."

The dean's office.

After he finished speaking, he glanced around obscurely.

In the old building, the sunlight slanted down and fell on the desk with a missing corner, adding a few traces of time.

Through the window, you can see the towering high-rise, which makes the low and old buildings look even more out of place.

"Madam Director, when was the building behind built?"

"Ten years ago." The old director answered, and after thinking for a while, he continued: "The background of this photo is indeed our orphanage, but I have never seen these two people. I only took over the job of the former director eight years ago."

She touched her neck, closed the drawer of her desk, and said in a gentle voice and polite manner, "I'm sorry that I can't help you."

Amuro Toru's eyes swept across the closed drawer, and his tone was gentle, "Thank you, if you have any news about these two people, please contact us." After saying

goodbye politely, when he stepped out of the orphanage, Amuro Toru immediately frowned, leaning against the red Ford without saying a word.

He turned his back to the sun, blocking out the fragmented sunlight of the warm winter. The high-rise buildings in the distance were reflected in his eyes, like surging waves.

Weird and restrained.

Conan tugged at the corner of Akai Shuichi's dark brown coat and lowered his voice, "Has Amuro brother not vented yet?"

Akai Shuichi's eyes circled around Amuro Toru's face, and he tilted his head slightly. Relying on the shell of Okiya Subaru, his eyes curved into beautiful crescents.

"Little detective, try to get him to contact Kitahara Yuki, there's a surprise."

Conan's eyebrows jumped, and he instinctively took a step back, but was locked by curiosity again. He loosened his hands holding the soft dark brown fabric and turned to face Amuro Toru.

"Brother Amuro, there's something wrong with the dean."

Toru Amuro nodded, his voice calm, "She spoke too fast and in a firm tone when answering the construction time of the building opposite. Most people find it difficult to remember the construction time of nearby buildings within one second, unless this time is very impressive to her."

After a pause, he added, "After that, she touched her neck."

He pulled out the memory after the end of the Pramia time.

Kitahara Yuki bandaged the wound and said to him, 'From the chin down to the throat up, there are abundant nerve endings. Long-term stroking can lower blood pressure, slow down the heartbeat, and thus calm emotions. This is a common little action when humans are hiding something. '

"Amuro-brother?"

Amuro Toru came back to his senses. The other party's sparkling dark eyes slowly dissipated with the shout, like clouds and smoke.

Conan looked up, "Do you need to contact Brother Xing? Maybe he has already solved the case."

Impossible, Kazami did not contact him.

But, you can make this call.

Beep-

the phone is connected.

"Kou--" Amuro Toru took two steps to the right front, avoiding the inquiring gazes of Conan and Akai Shuichi. He leaned against the low wall and listened to the sound on the opposite side.

[zero, the voice is low, it sounds like you are in trouble. ]

The sound of the pull ring of a can being pulled open came from the receiver, and Amuro Toru could almost imagine what Kitahara Xing looked like now.

The black-haired young man held his cell phone between his left ear and shoulder, unzipped the pull tab of his iced coffee, and took a long sip slowly.

He then raised his eyebrows, his eyes shining.

[Tell me, what kind of mystery have you encountered? Do you need my help?]

"Nothing, I feel much better after hearing your voice. Do you have any clues about the THREE CLUB incident?"

[What? You were using honey trap on me just now, and my voice has no magic power. I do have something to ask you about this case.] There was

silence in the receiver for a moment, followed by a rustling sound.

The voice of Yuya Kazami came over at the same time.

'Mr. Kita, the pen is here.'

'Thank you.'

Dongdong -

a knocking sound that was neither light nor heavy.

[Can you hear it? ]

The image of Kitahara Yuki approaching the cell phone appeared in Toru Amuro's mind.

His lips were slightly raised from the moisture of the coffee he had just drunk. He bent his bony fingers and tapped the phone lightly. The scattered warm sunlight shone through the glass of the office, shining on his soft hair.

"Yeah, I can hear it."

[What was my motive for committing the crime?]

After a long silence, Toru Amuro replied, "A mental evaluation report."

[Wow, just as I guessed, a mentally ill person does not need a reason to commit a crime, and it can greatly reduce the sentence. This is consistent with my reasoning. Prisoner A wants to restrict my actions, but he won't do it too much.]

Toru Amuro frowned fiercely, "Isn't this too much?"

[This is nothing. No wonder Kazami refused to tell me the motive for committing the crime. ]

"You don't mind? Psychiatric evaluation reports are very private." Amuro Toru pinched the mask covering the tip of his nose, lifted it up and inhaled slowly to dispel the stuffy heat.

[Why do you mind? I'm very normal now.]

This answer was unexpected, but reasonable.

The other party has excellent emotional regulation ability.

Amuro Toru smiled, the depression dissipated, and he felt relaxed.

"You always give me surprises, and I'm happy to chat with you."

[Of course, for me who has mastered psychology, being likable is just an extremely simple thing, but there are not many people worth doing this for me. ]

"Am I one of them?"

Amuro Toru answered the call very

quickly. Kitahara Yuki answered very slowly.

When he almost thought that the black-haired young man had hung up the phone, a voice that was a few pitches lower came from the receiver.

[It's so annoying. Can't my silence tell you the answer? You're too mean.]

Amuro Toru quickly raised his eyebrows, bent his legs in a good mood, and rubbed the low wall with his heels.

He rolled the word "too mean" on the tip of his tongue several times before slowly speaking, "Don't use that word."

It's hard to bear.

[...Then what to use?]

This time it was Amuro Toru's turn to be silent. All the swear words went through his mind, and then he found that no matter which word it was, he couldn't bear it when it came out of Kitahara Yuki's mouth.

"Whatever, don't tell anyone else, you can tell me if you want to."

[...I usually don't swear. You are a little abnormal, never mind, we'll talk about it next time we meet. I'm going to read the files of THREE CLUB, bye!

"Yeah."

Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes, put away his phone, and turned around to meet two pairs of curious eyes.

Conan spoke positively, "Is this the transformation from Bourbon to Amuro Toru?"

In just ten minutes, the wonderful species transformation from the gloomy mushroom to the sunny daisy was completed.

Weird and reasonable.

"Is there good news from Brother Yuki?"

Akai Shuichi opened his eyes, and his green eyes stared at Conan Edogawa for a long time, "Little detective, I feel sad for Miss Ran, your IQ and EQ are not proportional."

Conan: ???

What does this have to do with Ran?

Aren't you talking about Kitahara Yuki?

Kitahara Yuki, one of the topics, was staring at the mobile phone with the screen off.

He blinked slowly, thinking back to what was wrong with Amuro Toru.

The words were too straightforward, making it hard for him not to delve into the meaning behind them.

The scene on the balcony at the wedding ceremony suddenly flashed through his mind. His Adam's

apple rolled for a moment, and then returned to its original position.

A somewhat absurd idea took shape in Kitahara Yuki's mind.

He looked at Kazami Yuya, opening and closing his mouth several times before he asked his question, "Kazami, do you think Amuro is gentler to girls or to boys?"

Kazami Yuya's hands kept moving.

Just now, one second before the call ended, Kitahara Yuki stood up abruptly and knocked over the coffee at hand.

Now, in the office of his boss, a small area of ​​the floor was covered with brown stains.

Pushing the mop forward, Yuya Kazami said, "It must be a girl, right? Mr. Furuya is a gentleman. Except for being too serious about his work, he is very gentle to everyone."

He remembered the lunch box his boss brought him, and the scene where he fell asleep in his boss's car but was not scolded.

If it were any other police captain, he would not be so tolerant of him.

Kitahara Yuki moved a few steps to the right to make room for Yuya Kazami to mop the floor.

"That's it." He convinced himself.

How could Amuro like him? The gender is not right.

The other party should like women more.

"But--" Yuya Kazami dragged out the tail sound and looked up at Kitahara Yuki, "Mr. Furuya seems to be particularly easy to get angry when facing you."

Kitahara Yuki's heartbeat suddenly jumped, and he held his breath, unable to breathe in and out.

Damn it.

Obviously, Zero also gets angry easily with the FBI.

Don't think about it anymore.

"Let's solve the THREE CLUB case."

"You want to discuss the case with me?" Yuya Kazami stopped the mop in his hand, his tone was hoarse, his expression was a little flattered and surprised.

Did he become smart after a sleep?

To the extent that the psychology expert who always said "I don't want to explain" felt that discussing the case with him was not a cheap thing.

"This is my honor." Yuya Kazami was full of energy, and he cleaned up the place with his hands and feet. He took a small notebook, moved a swivel chair and sat down next to Kitahara Yuki, "Let's start! I will definitely listen carefully!"

Kitahara Yuki: ...

It's even more terrible.

Then use the trick of luring the tiger away from the mountain.

He softened his expression and slowed down his speech, "Mr. Kazami, can you give me another can of coffee? I want to drink the canned black coffee in the convenience store opposite."

Yuya Kazami: !!!

Kitahara Yuki even used honorifics.

His face flushed, and he stood up with great force. The rustling sound of the fabric of his clothes rubbing against the air was unusually obvious.

The voice was intermittent, "Okay...Okay! Do you need anything else?"

"No, thank you." Kitahara Yuki immediately replied.

After Kazami Yuya left Furuya Rei's office in a rage, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to check the files of the THREE CLUB case.

On the snow-white A4 paper were clearly formatted black prints.

Kitahara Yuki grabbed the middle part, put all the papers together, and tapped them lightly on the table. He started to flip through them after making sure that each paper was aligned.

The first page was the testimony of the eyewitness, which was well-organized, with a reasonable timeline and no gaps.