Chapter 73

"Zero, what's wrong?" Kitahara Yuki tightened his facial muscles to keep his expression calm, his fingers slightly curled up, and he subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes. Amuro Toru

easily caught the small movements that the other party revealed due to nervousness, the coldness on his face slowly faded, and a faint smile appeared on his honey-colored skin.

Gentle and harmless, just like a guy rubbing his legs and looking at you eagerly.

The soft white hair hooked the skin from time to time, dilating the pores and bringing a shudder.

"Hase Hikaru told a story about Shimizu Issu."

Amuro Toru stared at Kitahara Yuki, observing the subtle fluctuations in the other party's expression.

Psychological experts are quite experienced in controlling micro-expressions. Even after Kitahara Yuki suffered several setbacks, Amuro Toru found it difficult to distinguish the emotions from the other person's heartbeat.

He put away his hand on Kitahara Yuki's neck, recalled the story told by Hase Hikaru, and then told it slowly.

Shimizu Issuke is an undercover agent sent by the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department to the organization.

Before the age of seventeen, he was honest and kind.

A strong sense of justice is engraved in his bones. Every word and deed is in line with the truth. Helping others is his insignificant habit.

Good people like him, bad people admire him, and fools think he is even more foolish.

He is a guy who is likable no matter what he does.

But after the age of eighteen, he became sensitive and suspicious. The whole person is like a taut string, and he will fall into the abyss if he is not careful.

"Do you know why he became like this?" Toru Amuro stared at Kitahara Yuki and asked this question.

Kitahara Yuki, who was in a storm, did not answer immediately. He narrowed his eyes and pretended to think.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro did not care about Kitahara Yuki's answer. He continued: "Because of criminal A. His real name is Tsukimi Sankan."

Tsukimi Sankan is the name of vest No. 4. Kitahara Yuki subconsciously looked at the system screen, but held back. Toru

Amuro, who was standing, was sensitive enough. If he looked at it rashly, he would be exposed.

The last photo in the old album emerged in Toru Amuro's mind. Just by looking at the picture, he could tell the dangerous arrogance of Tsukimi Sankan.

It was this Tsukimi Sankan that pulled Shimizu Issuke by the collar and saw a new world.

"Iss, the truth you uphold is wrong."

Yuejian Shankan stood on the steps, leaning against the low wall, staring down at the other party.

He pointed at the good man who was helped by Shimizu Iss not far away.

The good guy was no longer as timid as before. He straightened his back, kicked the cans scattered beside the trash can, and said to his friend beside him, "I have never seen such a stupid person as Shimizu Issu. What do you call him? Virgin or idiot?"

The friend smiled and said, "It would be better if there were more people like this. We can just lie at home and do nothing, and still live a good life."

Yuejian Shancan controlled Shimizu Issu's neck with one hand, with his tiger's mouth stuck on his lower jaw, and pulled him in front of him with a little force, "Did you hear that? You magnified the laziness of these people, and they don't even appreciate you."

Shimizu Issu's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow on his lower eyelid.

"My method of helping people is wrong. I will try another method to avoid this kind of thing from happening."

"You are so stubborn." Yuejianshan Cang said coldly.

Shimizu Issuke frowned, "No one is stronger than me. I also know fighting skills. I have the ability to protect myself, and I will not let others get hurt because of protecting them. I will help them, and I will save you."

Yuejianshan Cang remained silent, and the other's gaze was scorching. Sparks spread across the prairie, slowly and stubbornly burning the heart wrapped in layers, like a moth flying into a flame, hot and tragic.

He likes Shimizu Issuke like this, but hates people like this.

Then let the other person be infected with his color.

Yuejianshan Cang took Shimizu Issuke to meet the bad guy he helped.

The bad guy staggered on the road with a bottle of wine in his hand, hooked his companion's shoulder, and said sarcastically, "Shimizu Issuke is an idiot. It's easier to bully people like him when there are more of them."

At this time, a passerby bumped into his shoulder. The bad guy sneered, picked up the bottle and slashed the passerby's head.

The bright red blood mixed with the amber wine flowed all over the ground.

"Stay away from Grandpa, idiot."

Yuejian Shan Cang smiled, "You saved him, but he is hurting others. To others, you are the villain."

Shimizu Issuke in the sight was wearing a light blue T-shirt with a loose round collar. It was twisted into a messy shape due to long-term use, and the edges were slightly curled up.

But his back was straight, thin and firm, like a lonely green bamboo.

He lowered his head, his black hair drooped beside his ears, and his porcelain-white skin was dull.

Shimizu Issu looked extremely sad. Tsukimi Sankan

rubbed his fingertips.

Disappointment, satisfaction, and then collapse.

It felt great to have him rebuild the other person's personality.

He was alone.

"No."

Tsukimi Sankan held his breath and looked at Shimizu Issu who looked up and smiled.

The other party continued: "Yamazai's swearing is very dirty, the kind that greets ancestors for eighteen generations, he wouldn't be so polite. Tsukimi, did you give Yamazai some money to let him do this on purpose?"

"That passerby too, I know him, why did you lie to me?"

Tsukimi Sankan: I know a lot.

Shimizu Issuke's voice continued, "Spend sparingly, you're almost out of money for food."

Tsukimi Sankō: ...

This unexpected yet reasonable feeling made him feel upset, and the irritability slowly climbed up his neck from his tailbone, and then stopped abruptly because of the other party's words.

"Tsukimi, are you doing this because you're worried about me? Don't worry, I won't ignore you. You are my best friend, even Xiaoxing can't compare to you."

Tsukimi Sankō bit his back teeth, his voice cold, "Don't mention him to me."

Even more upset.

Shimizu Issuke continued, "Why, don't you always call Xiaoxing sweetie? Don't you like him very much?"

Tsukimiyama Cang took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, and said coldly: "Idiot!"

"Ah, the two things I encountered today were the scripts you wrote, and the scolding was exactly the same. You can only call people idiots? Do you want me to teach you? I know a lot."

Shut up!

Tsukimiyama Cang stopped and met Shimizu Issuke's puzzled gaze, "Do you want to know why I did this?"

Shimizu Issuke nodded, pulled him over, and said, "Don't stand here, there are puddles under your feet, it will be dirty."

Tsukimiyama Cang looked at him maliciously, trying to read the astonishment and disgust in his eyes, "Because I want you to be as dirty as me."

As these words fell, Amuro Toru stopped talking, he stepped forward and approached Kitahara Yuki.

"Later, Tsukimi Sankan killed everyone that Shimizu Ishii had helped, and forcibly stripped Shimizu Ishii of his sense of justice."

Could that lunatic have also treated Kou like this?

Kitahara Yuki was stunned for a long time.

Not because of what Amuro Toru said, but because of the too difficult to understand expression of the blond policeman.

Heartache mixed with slight fear.

There were also a few emotions that he couldn't read.

He almost instantly understood what the blond policeman had filled in his mind.

"Zero, relax, I'm standing in front of you now."

[Shimizu Issuke (Vest 3): Shaping Value 84%]

[Tags: Messenger of Justice, Human Being Watched by Darkness]

[Shimizu Issuke (Skills): Huge Strength (Mastery 50%), Fighting (Mastery 30%)] [

Tsukimi Sango (Vest 4): Shaping Value 15%]

[Tsukimi Sango (Vest 4): Shaping Value 23%]

Toru Amuro held Kitahara Yuki's shoulders, "Are you and Shimizu Issuke on good terms?"

He considered his tone, organized his words, and then spoke, "Did Tsukimi Sango hurt you?"

It was hard to answer.

If he denied, Toru Amuro would only think that he was hiding something or that he had lost his memory.

If he admitted, the other party's brain filling would be even more excessive.

"I'm fine now, don't worry about me." Kitahara Yuki stared at Toru Amuro.

Being looked at seriously, Toru Amuro's heart skipped a beat. Old photos of Kitahara Yuki with different expressions flashed before his eyes, and finally merged into the face in front of him.

He suddenly felt that it was good that Kitahara Yuki had no memory.

There was no need to remember or praise suffering.

"Kou, I will always be here, I will protect you."

If Toru Amuro spoke in a serious tone and expression at this moment, Kitahara Yuki would think that the other party had other intentions.

Perhaps it was because of the detective's uncontrollable desire to explore, or perhaps it was to gather further information for the public security.

But at this moment, Toru Amuro's expression was gentle and his tone was calm, and he said this sentence as if it was eating or drinking water.

The promise to protect Kitahara Yuki seemed to have become the simplest thing, deeply engraved in his bones.

"Don't be like this." Kitahara Yuki swallowed quickly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then returned to its original position.

He couldn't stand straight balls at all.

It's the same now, and it was the same on the phone call not long ago.

He looked up and met the purple-gray eyes of Amuro Toru.

Those eyes were still firm and fearless, and his friends and country were locked in his eyes. But now, those eyes completely reflected his appearance.

His brain was short-circuited by the small details that the other party had been dealing with, and the CPU was overloaded and there was a risk of smoking.

Amuro Toru really likes him!

Kitahara Yuki rubbed the hot ear tips slightly. The next moment, his wrist was easily clamped by Amuro Toru, with a smile on his lips and a relaxed voice, "Why are you so nervous?" "Don't...

do this ..." 'Like me!' Kitahara Yuki pursed his lips. The words on his throat were like wilted taffy, sticking to his throat so tightly that he couldn't utter the three words "I like me". No, he had to refuse. He had no intention of falling in love. How could he have a relationship when he was so unprepared? This would be irresponsible to both parties. "This is just... based on..." 'The illusion of the suspension bridge reaction.' Say it, say it! Kitahara Yuki took a deep breath and then held it tightly. It was almost fatal. Kitahara Yuki took a step back suddenly, putting some distance between them and avoiding the hand that Amuro Toru stretched out. He fixed his eyes on the hand of the blond public security officer hanging in the air. This action just now... Zero wanted to fix his face? What would he do after fixing it? No, he couldn't think about it anymore. "I have something to do. I'm leaving first." After saying this, Kitahara Yuki ran away in a hurry. His mind was too confused, and he needed to calm down for a while before facing Amuro Toru. This feeling of being out of control was simply terrible. [System, vest No. 3 is deployed in the alley 50 meters southwest.] [Okay.] The electronic voice sounded. Noticing the figure of Amuro Toru following him out of the corner of his eye, Kitahara Yuki clenched his fingers. [System, switch to vest No. 3.] After a moment, the line of sight suddenly changed. He saw Amuro Toru catch up with the original body, fix his wrist, and push the original body against the wall with great force, and at the last second, he used his left hand to cushion the back of the original body's head. The deliberately low voice carried an imperceptible forbearance, "You are avoiding me because..." The voice stopped abruptly, Amuro Toru held his breath, gently rubbed the hot tip of his ear with his right hand, and said in a gentle tone, "Kou, can you tell me the reason?"

The ending tone seemed to have turned several degrees in the throat, and the sweet breath slowly penetrated into the tip of the nose.

Switching to Shimizu Issu's [Kitahara Yuki]:...

This perspective is even weirder.

Stop it quickly! He didn't know what earth-shattering words the original body controlled by instinct would say at this moment.

[Kitahara Yuki] strode forward, grabbed Amuro Toru's wrist, controlled the muscles of his arm to throw it away, and quickly blocked in front of the original body, "Don't touch him."

The clear moonlight poured from top to bottom, outlining the smooth facial contours of Vest No. 3, climbing up the straight back, turning around the slender waist, and disappearing in the cold white skin.

"Shimizu Issu?"

Amuro Toru smiled coldly, the gentle expression faded from his face, and his cold purple-gray eyes locked on the young man in front of him.