Chapter 8

Kitahara Yuki stretched his back, and the fatigue of the whole night was swept away. He found a recliner and lay leisurely on the balcony to admire the sunset. It was not until the sky was dyed black that Kitahara Yuki returned to the room with a sense

of unsatisfied. He had enough sleep during the day, which made him energetic at night. Kitahara Yuki took out his mobile phone without any guilt. He still had a few episodes left to watch the drama he was following last night. Anyway, he couldn't sleep,

so he just killed time. When Kazami Yuya brought breakfast, Kitahara Yuki realized that he hadn't slept all night again.

Wow! Hase Hikaru must not know this, otherwise it would be too weird for him to be muttered to himself! It would make him look a little stupid.

Adrenaline dropped sharply, causing Kitahara Yuki's brain to ache. He shook his head, but still couldn't dispel the confusion.

"Mr. Kitahara, you can get up and have breakfast."

Kitahara Yuki, who was not in a good mood because of staying

up all night, said gloomily, "I need a cup of Italian... espresso." Kitahara Yuki's words paused a little because of the sudden appearance of coffee. He looked at Kazami Yuya in surprise, and didn't understand why the dull public security man was so sensible today.

"Mr. Furuya arranged it."

He nodded with sudden realization, worthy of being Amuro Toru.

However, Kitahara Yuki, who was about to find fault, obviously would not let Kazami Yuya off so easily. "I suddenly feel that this room is missing something."

Kitahara Yuki paused, and said lazily, "I wonder if I can have the honor to let Inspector Kazami personally help me pick a few plants to decorate the room."

Kazami Yuya was a little hesitant.

Kitahara Yuki said lightly: "It seems that Mr. Public Security's sincerity is only this."

Kazami Yuya gritted his teeth and agreed, and asked some more precautions about plants, and left with a frown.

Great! This guy left, which means that Amuro Toru didn't get his message so quickly!

Kitahara Yuki's eyes sparkled, and after making sure that Kazami Yuya had left, he quickly changed into a light brown sweater and pants, went downstairs, walked to a car with a clear purpose, and got in without any hesitation.

"Go to the Mihua Department Store." The slow speaking speed showed that this person did not want to talk too much.

The police officer who was driving the car looked at the young man with a sluggish expression in the rearview mirror many times, and opened his mouth and closed it slowly many times.

Kitahara Yuki clicked his tongue, opened his eyes impatiently, and said coldly: "Your gaze disturbs me!"

"Yes! I'm sorry!"

"Say what you want to say quickly, I don't want to be a gorilla in the zoo, watched by you people in the car."

In addition to the driver, there were two police officers in the car.

The police officer in the passenger seat asked, "How did you find us..."

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "If the organs on your necks were not for display, I don't think I would need to waste my energy pointing out the flaws that you can see at a glance."

...Okay.

The police officer who asked the question spread his hands, not angry at this unreasonable answer. After all, a bad temper is standard for a genius, not to mention that the young man who spoke was just like the protagonist in a comic book, handsome and dazzling, lazy and casual.

The destination was soon reached, and Kitahara Yuki didn't want to stay for a second. He turned around and said to the three police officers, "Stay away, I need private space."

The three police officers with headsets nodded in confusion. Obviously, Kitahara Yuki didn't care about the struggle in these people's hearts, and turned around and left.

The bustling crowd could not dispel Kitahara Yuki's headache caused by staying up late, but coffee could. Sitting down in the coffee shop, Kitahara Yuki took a big sip of the bitter coffee with satisfaction.

The time was 10:02 in the morning. He glanced at the clock in the shop, and his brain, which had been turning slowly due to the caffeine, began to slowly start .

Ding Dong!

It was the sound of the chat room.

[Believe in the Light: Akai Shuichi is near you] Kitahara Yuki

raised his eyebrows, his chaotic mind was clear in an instant, and his dark eyes were slightly shining.

He finished his coffee slowly, stood up, and sat down in the front left seat without any hesitation, inserting himself into the conversation between the man and the woman in front of him with a strong attitude.

The girl was obviously a good-tempered person, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Kitahara Yuki stretched his body, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and casually swinging his mobile phone with his right hand until he saw the squinty-eyed man with pink hair sitting behind him on the right.

I found you - Shuichi Akai!

The FBI who used the alias Okiya Subaru after faking his death.

"Hey, what are you doing!" The man was obviously not in a good mood, and he roared, attracting the attention of many people, including Shuichi Akai, "Little white face! Do you want to fight?!"

Kitahara Yuki sneered, "You are weird."

Raising his hand to let the waiter come over, Kitahara Yuki ordered a cup of coffee slowly, "It's obvious that you are impulsive and irritable, but you are suppressing yourself. You choose to wear light-colored clothes, which can make you less aggressive. You even dyed your hair black, let me see what color your hair was originally."

Kitahara Yuki looked at the man, the silver watch, light brown cufflinks, and red brooch. Red is a very abrupt color in this outfit.

"It's red. Your brooch is not new but it's well maintained. You cherish it and like red."

Obviously, Kitahara Yuki guessed it right. The man's cheeks were twitching rapidly and his hands were clenched tightly. He was angry.

"But why did you choose to disguise yourself?" Kitahara Yuki glanced at the girl next to him. "Oh, it's for this lady. You were very excited just now. The excitement and euphoria of things about to fall into place made your disguise vulnerable. You usually don't talk to others in this tone."

Kitahara Yuki looked at the girl and questioned her with his eyes.

The girl nodded blankly, "Usually Yamashita-kun is very gentle."

Kitahara Yuki sneered: "Because this guy was going to poison, the anger of the plan being disrupted made this control freak want to bite a piece of meat off me."

"What nonsense are you talking about." The muscles on the man's arms bulged, and he stood up suddenly, and the sound of the chair falling to the ground was clearly audible.

"You chose to poison in a public place when you were alone, you are really brave,"

Kitahara Yuki continued: "Wow, it seems that your poison is very special, can it pretend to be a sudden illness of the deceased, heart paralysis? There is an obvious wooden cocoon on your right hand, obviously you are good at using wooden cocoons, mafia?"

The man did not answer Kitahara Yuki. When the last word fell, his fist rushed towards Kitahara Yuki without any hesitation.

The sound of breaking air rang in his ears. Kitahara Yuki narrowly avoided it and said dissatisfiedly: "You are so irritable."

The man laughed, "Go to hell! Pretty boy!"

The dark wooden entrance rushed towards Kitahara Yuki. In a trance, he smelled the smell of gunpowder. He promised that he retreated at the fastest speed in his life and hid behind the chair where Akai Shuichi was sitting.

"Thank you!" Kitahara Yuki said quickly.

Kitahara Yuki heard Akai Shuichi's click of the tongue, followed by crackling sounds. When someone patted his shoulder, he showed a black head from behind the chair.

The man had been subdued, and Akai Shuichi was looking down at him.

"If you are so scared, why do you deliberately provoke him?" asked Shuichi Akai. Yuki Kitahara

raised his eyebrows, he stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust, leaned back in his chair, and yawned, "Wow, you understand the psychological hints I gave him? It's not easy, you know it's extremely difficult to find a smart person nowadays."

"Arrogant smart person."

Yuki Kitahara didn't mind Shuichi Akai's ridicule, he glanced at the three police officers who were eager to come over, and said to them in lip language [Stay away from me] when Shuichi Akai couldn't see.

Very good, the three obedient police officers silently observed this place from the spot.

Don't disturb him from brushing up his skills.

Yuki Kitahara glanced at Shuichi Akai and said to the waiter, "Hello, ma'am, please deliver the coffee I just ordered as soon as possible."

The time was 10:32 in the morning.

This was his third cup of coffee in the morning. Kitahara Yuki realized belatedly that the amount was a bit excessive, but as long as Hase Hikaru didn't find out, it wouldn't be a big problem.

"Sir, let's talk about you." Kitahara Yuki took a big sip of coffee. His expression was still cold, but his voice was full of joy. "You are weird."

This was what Akai Shuichi heard the young man in front of him say ten minutes ago. The man in question was now lying on the ground, waiting for the police to take him to eat pork chop rice.

"I'm Kitahara Yuki, I'm Chinese. In exchange, I hope to have the honor of knowing your name."

"Okiya Subaru."

Kitahara Yuki sighed and complained, "My name is real and yours is a pseudonym. This doesn't conform to the principle of equal exchange."

Akai Shuichi's pupils shrank slightly. Even though he concealed it well, Kitahara Yuki still detected shock and defensiveness in his expression, and Kitahara Yuki was waiting for this moment.

"Snap!"

This was the sound of snapping fingers.

Akai Shuichi looked at Kitahara Yuki's raised right hand consciously, and a voice came from far away to his ears. This voice seemed to have magic, making his consciousness a little scattered, as if he was thrown into a washing machine and swung for hundreds of times at a very high speed.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Akai..."

Shuichi Akai suddenly came back to his senses. He kicked down the chair behind him and stared at Kitahara Yuki with a condescending attitude, "You are hypnotizing me!"

Kitahara Yuki did not answer and lazily drank a sip of coffee.

Shuichi Akai snorted coldly. He suppressed his anger and easily took the coffee from Kitahara Yuki's hand.

"Who are you and what is your purpose?"

"Although this is not my best state." Kitahara Yuki sighed in his heart [Acting (100% proficiency)] It is worthy of being a scientific acting, it is so terrifying. Combined with a few days of crazy reading, he actually created a hypnosis that is not hypnosis! Although it only lasted for a few seconds!

Kitahara Yuki continued, "But, there are not many people in this world who can get rid of hypnosis so easily, unless they are the cadre-level mafia, or the trained CIA? Japanese Public Security? FBI?" Kitahara

Yuki, who was observing Akai Shuichi's expression, found that he had a very subtle reaction to the FBI, "Oh, it turned out to be the FBI. Wow, I really should let that guy come and see you, he will definitely point at your nose and say - FBI get out of my Japan!"

Akai Shuichi sneered and said, "The Japanese Public Security is also a bunch of trash."

Akai Shuichi opened his eyes and glanced at the three public security officers outside. Kitahara Yuki shrugged, anyway, he was not scolded.

However, when the police officer handling this case came up to him and asked them to go to the police station to take a statement, Kitahara Yuki's indifferent mentality changed.

It's broken, the fake certificate is still on the way from China to Japan!