Chapter 74

Hiding in the shell of Shimizu Issuke, [Kitahara Yuki] ignored Amuro Toru's state of keeping strangers away, and instead kept his eyes on the other's wrist.

There was an obvious mark on the honey-colored skin, and the red swelling made it difficult for him to move his eyes.

The force he used to shake off Amuro Toru's right hand was not strong, but due to Shimizu Issuke's [Skill: Huge Strength (Mastery 50%)] and the difficulty of suddenly switching vests, the other was injured.

He rubbed his fingertips, and a few traces of annoyance surged in his heart. Maybe he could--

"Zero, is your hand okay?" The original body's concerned voice interrupted his thoughts.

Wherever his eyes were, the original body took a step forward.

He lowered his eyes, the soft hair on both sides of his cheeks fell down, and the tip of his straight nose fell down. He frowned and raised Amuro Toru's right hand, touched the slightly swollen wrist, and then turned his head to glare at [Kitahara Yuki].

[Kitahara Yuki]: ...

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time under this glare. He

even began to doubt his own sobriety.

Is this his instinct?

Absolutely not!

After asking himself and answering himself, [Kitahara Yuki] glared back fiercely, and in an instant met Amuro Toru's cold eyes. The blond public security clasped his hands to protect his body behind him. His

expression was unfriendly and his tone was cold, "What do you want to do to him?"

He wanted to beat him up.

[Kitahara Yuki] clenched his fists and held back.

He couldn't hold back.

He took off his coat and threw it against the wall with a bang, then it fell down the rough wall and landed on the ground, with dust flying everywhere.

He slowly rolled up the cuffs of his black wool sweater, his light brown eyes fixed on Amuro Toru, whose expression was equally cold. He

asked politely, "Fight?"

Amuro Toru was silent for a moment. The other party gave him a familiar feeling, but the original body tugged at the back of his collar unceremoniously, pulling back his overly scattered thoughts.

The original body controlled the facial muscles, hiding the little jump in his tone, "Don't go, you will get hurt."

"I won't." Amuro Toru put away his concerns in a second.

The desire to win or lose occupied his mind. He pulled his original body away from here and patted the back of his neck gently, "Stay here obediently, I'll make you something delicious when I get back." The original

body smiled brightly, "Okay, I want to eat blanched okra."

[Kitahara Yuki] sneered, "Do you think I don't exist?" He

even ordered the dishes.

Before the words were completely spoken, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard. Amuro Toru exerted force with his legs and dodged with his head turned sideways.

His fist hit the dilapidated wall directly, and the sound of bones and concrete walls colliding, which made people's teeth ache, rang out at the same time.

[Kitahara Yuki] withdrew his fist with a cold face, and it sank deeply into a piece of the wall. Dust fell down and drilled into the nasal cavity, bringing a burst of itchiness.

He took a step back and attacked Amuro Toru fiercely again.

The moves were so swift that the two's movements almost left a trail of afterimages.

The loud noise successfully caught the attention of Shuichi Akai and Conan in the distance.

They looked at each other and rushed over.

At this moment, a round of fighting had just ended. Amuro Toru and [Kitahara Yuki] were facing each other from a distance. The bruises on their faces were very obvious, and they almost always fought each other in the face.

It was a relief without any injuries.

[System, switch back to the original body.]

The light and shadow shifted, and Kitahara Yuki's perspective changed.

He turned off the phone in his hand that was recording, put it in his pocket, and recalled what the original body did after switching to the vest.

The original body nonchalantly provoked his emotions, aroused Amuro Toru's desire to win, and then stood aside obediently and turned on the phone to record.

The fire used by the entity was pure blue.

Is his character so bad in normal times?

Impossible?

Stroking the hot mobile phone, after a long silence, Kitahara Yuki said to Shimizu Issu: "Issu, you go back first."

Shimizu Issu responded calmly, moving his aching arms, tilting his head slightly, and the dim light left mottled shadows on his side face.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and the unexpected smile dispelled the coldness and sinisterness that permeated his body. "Okay, I'm sorry that Yuejian did these things to you. He...is not a bad person, but he just lacks love."

Conan's curious eyes went back and forth between Shimizu Issu and Kitahara Yuki.

When Shimizu Issu didn't smile, his temperament was sinister and indifferent, and the sunlight couldn't shine into his bottomless pupils, which were filled with thick darkness.

However, when the corners of his mouth curled slightly, he became a righteous and cheerful policeman.

The contradictions and sense of disharmony were simply beyond the sky.

Conan recalled the conversation between the two and tried to guess what caused Shimizu Issuke to change like this.

Tsukimi Sansang, or Kitahara Yuki?

Shimizu Issuke left after saying this, and a battle that started with a huge momentum ended in vain.

Everyone chatted for a few more sentences and went home.

Kitahara Yuki and Amuro Toru sat in the back seat of Kazami Yuya's car. Because there were large items on the back seat, the two could only sit close to each other.

The black-haired young man was wearing a pair of cotton casual pants, which looked very soft. Because of the cramped space and the cautious sitting posture, the fabric on the thighs had several wrinkles, and at this moment, it was quietly pressed against the tense leg muscles of Amuro Toru.

Amuro Toru blinked slowly, feeling the endless heat surging from the side. The high temperature burned her throat and it itched slightly.

"Kazami." He swallowed his saliva in vain to ease his too hoarse voice, "Don't put large items in the back seat in the future."

Kazami Yuya responded quickly, observing his boss's expression through the rearview mirror.

The boss looked very dissatisfied. His lips were pursed in a straight line, and the muscles of his cheeks were tense. His eyes were always fixed on the large cardboard box, and he seemed to have a deep hatred for this thing.

After a while, the boss knocked on the car window and said in a normal tone, "Stop."

The gray car stopped in time.

Toru Amuro got out of the car and asked, "What else do you want to eat besides boiled okra? I'll buy the ingredients."

Kitahara Yuki stared at the supermarket in front of him for a while, and then glanced at the bookstore next to him.

He wanted to eat okra, but he didn't want to eat it.

After a moment, he said, "Chicken mustard greens and meatball soup. I'm going to the bookstore and we'll meet here later."

Amuro Toru nodded and prepared to leave, but then he heard Kitahara Yuki say, "21-day-old chicken mustard greens."

"Do you want to hear what you're talking about?" Amuro Toru stopped, smiling, "Do you need me to grab the chicken mustard greens and interrogate how long it lived before it was picked?"

Is this request too much?

Kitahara Yuki crossed his arms and answered in his heart, 'Not too much at all.'

Just now, both parties agreed to blanch okra, why not chicken mustard greens?

He said, "If you want, you can do this."

This answer was unexpected. Amuro Toru subconsciously tightened his back and glanced at Kitahara Yuki.

The expression was normal, the movements were normal. But the other party has a strong ability to control micro-expressions and micro-movements, and these cannot be used as a criterion for judgment.

But you can try.

"You know, I can't refuse your request." Amuro Toru's eyebrows were curved, and his soft light golden hair hung on both sides. Even under the billboard with black background and red letters, his face value was still resistant to beating.

The honey-colored skin seemed to be embracing the light golden halo, and the gentle strength was fully reflected in the other party.

He continued: "I don't know how to interrogate chicken hair. Can you teach me?"

Humbly asking for advice, humble and polite.

Kitahara Yuki, however, felt that the other party who used the honey trap so well was simply a wolf with evil ambitions.

With a sneer in his throat, he turned around and walked into the quiet bookstore next door.

The copper bell behind the door made a crisp ding-dong sound.

Kitahara Yuki refused the shopping guide's following, scanned the surroundings, roughly sorted out the categories of books, walked straight to the right front, and stopped in front of a bookshelf.

After hesitating for a while, he reached out and pulled out one of the books.

"Thirty Days of Love" he

put it back with a cold face and took out another one.

"Experts Teach You How to Fall in Love"

Kitahara Yuki tapped the blister-wrapped book and opened his mobile phone to search for the author's name.

[Teacher Ye Ruo's book is really well written, and the little love tips are very useful. ]

[Yes, yes, the relationship is even better]

[Ahhh! The confession was successful, we are together! 】

After staring at the last comment for a long time, Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly.

This was completely different from his purpose. He just wanted to accumulate love experience through reading, which would enable him to better understand Amuro Toru's mind.

As for psychology, he was more inclined to criminal psychology, and had little exposure to content related to love.

After hesitating for a long time, Kitahara Yuki put away the book, "The first and second comments seem very useful."

Turning around, he walked to another bookshelf and picked up a few books. After paying for

"Jane Eyre", "The Lady of the Camellias" and "Whooshoe Heights"

, Kitahara Yuki waited at the agreed location for about ten minutes before he saw Amuro Toru carrying a shopping bag.

The bulging shopping bag looked heavy. The edges of the bag pressed against the skin, causing some dents. The red marks at the joints were particularly eye-catching.

Kitahara Yuki took it and said, "Your hand is injured. Don't lift such heavy things." Amuro

Toru waited for a while before saying, "Are you not angry anymore?"

He was not angry at all. He was just very upset. He had been upset since yesterday.

"I'm not angry." Kitahara Yuki's voice was muffled and dissipated in the cold wind. It slowly fell to the ground before it reached Amuro Toru's ears.

"What? I didn't hear you clearly."

"Then you can just be deaf."

Kitahara Yuki left with the things.

After getting in the car, the two still kept their legs close. However, after a bump, Kitahara Yuki carefully retracted his left leg, which was very close to him, and curled his two slender legs to the right, making the already small space even more cramped. Amuro

Toru noticed this detail, moved slightly to the left, and made room. After seeing Kitahara Yuki's frowning brows relax, he slowly said, "I didn't buy 21-day chicken greens, but I bought chicken greens seeds."

Kitahara Yuki responded lightly, not in high spirits.

I was so sleepy and wanted to sleep, but the voice beside me continued.

"Start planting from today, and you can taste this dish in 21 days."

Kitahara Yuki was intrigued by this topic. He tightened his back and used this action to dispel some of his sleepiness. "I'll plant it."

Amuro Toru thought of the two roses that survived less than a month and remained silent.

"Do you think I can't do it?" Kitahara Yuki folded his arms and looked at Amuro Toru.

The other nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement that it was impossible.

His eyebrows were raised and squinted, and his lower eyelids were tightened, feeling distressed about Kitahara Yuki's confidence in growing vegetables.

There was not even a fingernail of trust.

Kitahara Yuki unzipped his sprint jacket with a cold face, and the heat dissipated. The stuffiness after getting in the car was much better.

"Growing vegetables is my natural skill," he glanced at Amuro Toru who was about to refute with facts, "It's different from growing flowers. I can also grow strawberries. Even if the fruits are small and sour, it can't cover up the fact that I can grow vegetables."

The speed of speech was getting slower and slower, but Kitahara Yuki continued, "I have a vegetable garden, and I built a grape rack with very hard materials. Xiaoguang made a swing there. If you want to go..."

The voice became smaller and smaller.

When Amuro Toru looked over, the black-haired young man had fallen asleep.

He subconsciously moved closer, and the other party's long breath sprayed on his neck. The warm breath stimulated the nerves and brought a subtle sense of suffocation.

Under the porcelain-white skin, there are purple blood vessels, extending along the slender neck, behind the ears, and hidden in the soft black hair.

Amuro Toru moved closer. He stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers slightly, and ran them through Kitahara Yuki's soft hair, stroking it slowly and restrainedly, with a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Furuya."

The voice of his subordinate brought him back to his senses. Amuro Toru took back his hand and said in a light tone, "What is it?"

Kazami Yuya's heart skipped a beat, and he met Amuro Toru's purple-gray eyes through the rearview mirror. He

looked very fierce, completely different from Mr. Furuya who used to teach him with a stern face that "you have to eat even if you are busy at work."

He swallowed his saliva in vain, thinking about the possibility that he had offended his boss recently.

Could it be that the last report was not well written?