Chapter 72
Shimizu Issu, 29%, critical value?
The dazed Kitahara Yuki was awakened by the sudden brightening of the system screen, and instantly thought of the photo of him and Shimizu Issu. It is not difficult to find out something from the photo. The system broadcast is related to Amuro Toru.
The current time is 01:32 in the morning. The system broadcast is still continuing.
[Sugawa Rin (Vest No. 2): Shaping Value 92%]
He picked up the black sprint coat hanging on the back of the chair, patted his left face that was stiffened by the desk because of a posture, and decisively pushed open the door of Furuya Rei's office.
"Kazami." Kitahara Yuki picked up Yuya Kazami who was sleeping at the door, and said as he walked: "Take me to zero, as soon as possible."
**
Aogiri Orphanage, Director's Office.
Amuro Toru's ears moved slightly, catching the slight footsteps in the corridor. He closed the photo album, picked up Conan and stuffed it into Shuichi Akai's arms, "Leave first."
The latter controlled his arm muscles to hug Conan tightly, pushed open the window, and rolled out, making almost no movement.
At the same time, Toru Amuro turned over and fell down the moment the door opened.
"Director, I told you that you were seeing things wrong. There is no light in the office!"
The door was pushed open forcefully, and cold air rushed in, rolling up the A4 paper on the desk, and then falling like snowflakes.
The office was empty.
The director leaned over to look, feeling uneasy, and raised his voice, "Who cleaned the office today? It was so careless that even the windows were not closed."
She closed her open collar with her skinny hands, walked forward, squinted her eyes, and looked around from above.
The yard was empty, and cars were parked next to the low wall.
There was no one.
Snap -
the window closed.
The three people who were staring closely withdrew their gazes.
At this moment, they were sitting in the back seat of a red Ford, Conan in the middle, Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro flanking him from the left and right.
This posture... made him feel like a suspect.
Not to mention that the police and FBI were on his left and right.
The photo album was quietly in Conan's arms. He exhaled, calming down the excitement of "taking" the photo album, and asked the two, "Open it now?"
"Yes." Shuichi Akai pressed the roof light.
The orange light projected down, outlining his smooth facial contours, and the light slowly flowed along his tight jaw, casting a layer of light golden halo on the old photo album.
The album is not small, and one page is neatly divided into four frames, each of which is a photo from a long time ago.
Most of the photos are taken by a miniature version of Kitahara Yuki. The psychology expert in his childhood had a rich expression, his beautiful eyes curved into crescents, and tiny starlight hidden in his inky black pupils.
Sweet and confident.
Even the yellowed old photos can't hide his porcelain-white skin. He is simply a little boy who was spoiled and raised in an orphanage.
However, all this came to an abrupt end after a photo with Sugawa Rin.
The smile disappeared from his face at an eerie speed, replaced by impatience and fatigue.
The unruly beast put away his soft disguise and revealed his sharp claws.
Full of vigilance and spikes.
The strong sense of oppression seemed to pierce through the photo and nail them in place.
Amuro Toru's breath was choked, his fingers clenched and unclenched, and he let go of the phone that was about to be overwhelmed.
Be patient.
The current evidence is not enough to pry open Kitahara Yuki's mouth. The opponent will seize his loopholes, retreat to advance, and then make a big move to seize the dominance in one fell swoop.
At this time, Akai Shuichi pulled out the photo album from Conan's arms and handed it to Amuro Toru, "You turn it over."
Amuro Toru took it silently, slowly exhaled, loosened his left hand with bleeding palm, and began to turn the pages.
The next photos are almost a collection of negative emotions, and Shimizu Issu became the protagonist of the photos.
Justice and protection slowly faded from the young boy, and dullness and gloom became his main colors.
Toru Amuro paused and looked at the last photo.
A child of about seven or eight years old was sitting on a low wall, with light and dark on his face, half of his face in the shadows, and half of his face bathed in sunlight. The warm sunlight slid along his slightly curly hair, curling up the upturned ends of his hair, coating them with a silver-white glow.
He looked down at Kitahara Yuki who was standing upright, with a somewhat sarcastic arc at the corner of his mouth.
Aloof and dangerous.
Conan: "Who is this person?"
It's not Kitahara Yuki, nor is it Sugawa Rin, and certainly not Shimizu Issu in the key photo.
Toru Amuro's mind flashed 'Criminal A', and he remembered the glimpse of THREE CLUB, "It's not clear yet, tell me what you found."
He closed the album and handed it to Conan.
After three minutes of silence, Conan spoke first.
"Look at the clothes Kitahara Yuki is wearing, they are new and the right size." Conan pointed at the photo of Kitahara Yuki and Sugawa Rin, "But Sugawa Rin's clothes are too big, pale in color, and the cuffs and collar are curled. This set of clothes is old and doesn't fit." Akai
Shuichi: "Kitahara Yuki looks like he is doing well."
How is this possible?
Japan is extremely xenophobic, even mixed-race people have grown up under the unfriendly gaze of others since childhood, not to mention that Kitahara Yuki is Chinese. After
a little thought, Amuro Toru came up with the answer, "Someone is supporting him."
The car fell silent again, and the silence spread.
Until a knock broke the silence.
The windows of the Ford car are covered with anti-penetration film, and the outside cannot see the inside, but the inside can easily see the outside.
The three of them almost simultaneously looked at the right window of Amuro Toru, their eyes passing through the glass and falling on the other person who was still tapping on the window, and then along his arm to his face.
Black hair and black eyes, no tear mole.
Conan: "It's Kitahara Yuki."
Amuro Toru's face was gloomy, and he pressed the window control button, "Hase Hikaru."
Conan was surprised by the determined tone and content of the words, his eyes widened.
How did he do it?
He could tell at a glance whether it was Kitahara Yuki or the disguised Hasegawa Hikaru?
Hasegawa Hikaru smiled and explained to Conan, "Ah, Koyuki and Officer Kazami are worried about the punctured tire, so they will come a little later."
Conan's eyes lingered on the other's frowning eyebrows for a moment.
Obviously, the tire was tampered by this gang.
Conan breathed a sigh of relief after his brain flashed through what the other party had done on the airship in three seconds.
For a moment, he was somewhat glad that his only son did not have a younger brother who was looking for trouble and an older brother who was looking for excitement.
"Little detective, give me the album." Hasegawa Hikaru pointed to the album quietly lying in Conan's arms.
Conan did not reply.
Toru Amuro picked it up, opened the car door, and after getting out of the car, he faced Hikaru Hase, who was one meter away from the door.
He tapped the photo album, his tone was gentle, but with an irresistible strength, "If you want it, take something in exchange. There is an invisible camera in the fifth row and sixth column of the bookshelf on the left side of the dean's office. Did you install it?"
Hikaru Hase raised his eyebrows, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face, which was almost exactly the same as Kitahara Yuki.
He leaned against the low wall, and for a moment, the other person's lazy temperament made Toru Amuro have the illusion that the twin brothers were the same person.
Hikaru Hase: "Do you want to exchange it for the story of Rin Sugawa or Issu Shimizu?"
"Issu Shimizu."
Toru Amuro did not hesitate at all. This was the name that Kitahara Yuki said to him when he was not happy in the Ota Building.
The other two pairs of ears in the car also leaned over.
Cautious yet blatant.
Hase Hikaru was amused by the two's actions, thinking about Kitahara Yuki who was about to arrive.
***
"A-choo!"
Kitahara Yuki sneezed, rubbed his itchy nose, and said slowly to Fumi Yuya's concerned eyes: "I'm not cold, don't worry about me, just focus on changing the tire."
Maybe someone missed him.
[Shimizu Issu (Vest No. 3): Shaping Value 30%]
[Vest No. 3 (Shimizu Issu) will be released into the scientific world within ten minutes. Please choose the release location to avoid the original characters to avoid causing panic and matching unknown debuffs. 】
【Warm reminder: The drop location must be within 100 meters of the main body】
【Shimizu Issuke (Vest No. 3): Shaping Value 61%】
Kitahara Yuki frowned, moved his eyes away from the light screen, and moved to Kazami Yuya who was packing up the tools, urging, "Are you done?"
"Okay." Kazami Yuya breathed a sigh of relief, and after Kitahara Yuki got into the co-pilot seat, he quickly moved to the driver's seat.
The gray car chased the wind and lightning, and successfully arrived at the destination six minutes later. Kitahara
Yuki decisively opened the door, took two steps towards Amuro Toru, and stopped again in the weird atmosphere. There
were a big and a small person sitting in the back seat of the red Ford car. Amuro Toru leaned against the wall, with soft golden hair hanging down beside his ears, covering his purple-gray eyes.
It was hazy and unclear.
"What happened?"
Kitahara Yuki crossed his arms. Why did these three have weird expressions as if Mount Fuji would erupt tomorrow?
[Shimizu Issuke (Vest 3): 82% Shaping Value]
Kitahara Yuki's soaring Shaping Value gave him the answer, "Did someone tell you about Shimizu Issuke?"
Conan: ...
A monster? He waited for the answer after just one look at the scene.
He swallowed his saliva and met Kitahara Yuki's eyes the next second.
"Slander me?" His
tone was cold, and there was a sense of pressure that if he dared to nod, he would dare to take action.
The scene of the FBI next to him being forced to say 'FBI, open the door' was vivid in his mind. Conan did not hesitate and shook his head immediately.
Kitahara Yuki withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and glanced at the taciturn Amuro Toru
. The hard-to-appease person is here.
Toru Amuro finally looked up and smiled at Kitahara Yuki with a gentle tone, "Can you walk with me?"
Kitahara Yuki did not hesitate and followed Toru Amuro's footsteps.
Under the street lights, the orange-yellow light was like softened rubber, stretching the pure black shadow very long.
Kitahara Yuki stepped on Toru Amuro's shadow with a malicious intention until the other party turned his head suddenly.
He controlled the muscles of his legs and pulled back his body that was about to fall. He subconsciously looked for the best place for Shimizu Issu to land, and finally landed in a dark alley not far away.
"Hase Hikaru told me something." Toru Amuro
grabbed Kitahara Yuki's neck with his right hand, and retrieved the black-haired young man's confused thoughts. With the other hand, he pulled up the lock of the other party's offensive jacket.
The friction sound of metal and fabric hit the eardrum, the palm of the hand at the neck was surprisingly hot, and Kitahara Yuki could feel the endless heat coming from the other side.
Too close, the faint smell of soapberry at the tip of the nose became stronger.
He instinctively leaned back, but was fixed in place by a huge force the next moment, and met the purple-gray pupils.
Serious and forbearing, making people dare not look directly.