Chapter 82 Archives

After a moment's thought, Kitahara Yuki said, "The registration book is on deck I." Amuro Toru

nodded, "Yes. I checked this cruise ship the day you gave me the ticket. Usually, these data are kept in the archives on deck I."

"You are so cautious. You don't forget your job even when you are out having fun. Check it out." Kitahara Yuki tilted his head and glanced at the blond public security officer beside him. It is extremely difficult to be friends with such a person.

On the surface, he is gentle, but in fact, he has a strong sense of propriety, hiding a deep coldness and alienation.

Amuro Toru smiled, "Isn't that what you mean? The floor plan of the cruise ship has been engraved in your mind, right?"

That's right.

They are the same, fifty-fifty.

Being on guard and pursuing mysteries is almost their instinct.

"Amuro, did you run into Xiaoguang and the others in the restaurant?"

"No."

Ding Dong -

the elevator door opened, and they arrived at the I deck.

A staff member in a dark blue uniform bumped into the two people head-on, his eyebrows furrowed, "Gentlemen, tourists are not allowed here."

He pointed to the sign on the wall, touched the intercom at his waist, and his eyebrows were full of vigilance.

Amuro Toru stepped forward to negotiate, and his eyes swept over the nameplate on the left side of the other party's chest, "Mr. Nishio, the captain asked us to go to the data room to get something." Nishio

was still on guard, his fingers did not leave the intercom.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at the folder that Nishio tucked between his arm and torso. The A4 paper with black text on a white background and large font size was printed in his eyes.

[New Rules for Entering the Order]

He replied at the right time, "The captain just talked to me about you. He praised the ship regulation reform proposal you put forward some time ago and was very satisfied with you."

Kitahara Yuki put away the coldness on his face, and in a second he turned into a sincere expression and a good man with sincere words.

Amuro Toru glanced at him lightly.

The black-haired young man lied without hesitation.

Mr. Nishio was like a husky that was confused, so silly and cute.

Noticing that Nishio's fingers left the intercom, Kitahara Yuki patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him with a gentle expression: "Do a good job, and promotion is just around the corner."

From vigilance to wanting to talk happily.

How long does this change take? Thirty seconds?

Kitahara Yuki's abilities always surprise him.

After the crisis was resolved, the two continued to move forward. Amuro Toru asked, "How did you know that the new rules for entering the Order were proposed by Nishio?"

"When he was talking to you, he glanced at the documents in the folder three times with a proud expression. This shows that he was the one who proposed the new rules, and he was very satisfied with himself, and even received a few compliments."

Amuro Toru pulled out his recent memory and confirmed again how often Nishio glanced at the documents.

He only noticed it twice, and did not notice his micro-expressions.

Micro-expressions often appear for only a quarter of a second, and Kitahara Yuki's observation ability is extremely sharp.

"Are you secretly complimenting me in your mind? Be bold, I don't mind you complimenting me directly." Kitahara Yuki moved closer.

The sea breeze rolled up the fresh grapefruit smell and sent it to the tip of the nose, which was lightly touched and quickly dispersed.

Close yet distant, hard to grasp.

Toru Amuro chuckled softly, glanced at the other's flesh-pink lips, and brought up a completely unrelated topic, "Is the shower gel on the cruise ship good?"

"...Nothing special, right?" Why ask this?

"Then I'll try it tonight." It tastes the same as kou.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at him strangely. Toru Amuro's change of topic was abrupt, not at all like an ace undercover.

Was he shy because Toru Amuro directly praised him?

While talking, the two had already arrived at the door of the archive room.

"Wait for me here." Toru Amuro hugged Kitahara Yuki and pushed him to the other side of the door handle.

Kitahara Yuki quickly grabbed the honey-colored forearm that had escaped, "Be careful, Gin has begun to suspect you."

Amuro Toru nodded, took out a round object from his pocket, decisively opened the door of the archive room, and threw it with one hand.

Then there was a crisp click.

It was a bit like the sound of an old-fashioned metal buckle being knocked open, and also like a small collision of a small object.

Ten seconds later, Amuro Toru opened the door, and the administrator of the archive room was lying on the computer desk in a not very comfortable position.

Kitahara Yuki went forward to check, "He fainted? Is it because of the thing you just threw?"

He turned to Amuro Toru, his eyes shining, and his dark pupils were as clear as water, completely revealing curiosity.

"Is it the smoke bomb-like thing on TV? What's it called? A hypnotic bomb, or a sleeping bomb? Or is it hypnotic gas? I think it sounds better to call it 'fainting'."

The motherland is so safe that he instantly becomes a primary school kid after seeing this thing.

So cool!

Amuro Toru has no idea how much boys who seek excitement like to touch these things.

Kitahara Yuki rubbed his fingertips, his eyes fell on the right pocket of Amuro Toru's pants.

Just now, the thing he called 'fainting' was taken out from here.

He took a few quick steps, and while speaking, he touched the pocket of Amuro Toru's pants, "Zero, let me feel it."

The moment Yingbai's warm fingertips touched the pocket, Amuro Toru felt as if he was burned, and quickly clamped Kitahara Yuki's wrist to stop him from touching inside.

"Behave yourself." Amuro Toru pulled Kitahara Yuki's hand away, and then met the dark eyes full of disappointment, and choked up, "...I'll take it to A07 to show you later, okay?"

His restraint was useless in front of the black-haired young man.

Kitahara Yuki fully agreed, pushed Amuro Toru to the desk, and pointed to the register, "Now, let's find out who the organization is trading with."

The book was not thin, with a paper size of 21*29 cm, a reasonable layout and clear handwriting. Amuro Toru turned to their signature page and said without looking up, "These are our handwritten signatures."

Hearing this, Kitahara Yuki leaned over. His eyes passed over Toru Amuro's forearm and fell on the register that was turning pages.

"There are roughly three types of people who take the initiative to trade with organizations. The first type is the mafia, the second type is the controllers of wealth, and the third type is the controllers of power."

Ordinary people can only be recipients of the results, and are dragged in in a daze.

Kitahara Yuki closed the register and started reading from the first page. "And these people have one thing in common. Based on their superior emotions or their strong desire for control, they will choose to avoid the crowd and set the time of boarding the ship at the beginning or the end."

He thought of the men and women on the deck toasting each other. While drinking, they casually decided the fate of most people.

Cruel and realistic.

"I know very little about Japanese officials and wealthy businessmen, and the rest needs to be determined by you." Kitahara Yuki took a step back to give the blond policeman space to turn the page. Amuro

Toru nodded, "There are staff on duty on the I deck. The next shift change is in five minutes. It will take three minutes to read these."

The current time is 19:55.

Kitahara Yuki took a look and then retracted his gaze. There was plenty of time, so he focused on other spaces in the archive room. It

is about twenty square meters, surrounded by steel bookshelves that reach the ceiling. A two-meter-long desk is across the middle, facing the door of the archive room.

Because there are baffles under the three sides of the desk, looking from one side of the door, you can only see a computer and a head lying on the desk unconscious.

The registration book was flipped quickly by Toru Amuro, and the quickened rustling sound flooded into his ears, like a sudden and restless drumbeat, with a sense of urgency.

Suddenly, very light footsteps were heard.

Toru Amuro's hand that was turning the pages paused.

Dongdong -

a knock on the door.

"Komiya, I'm here to take over the shift."

The time was 19:56, and their shift change time was advanced.

No one answered, and the two of them concentrated and held their breath. The archive room was empty, and the steel bookshelves without backboards had no place to hide people.

Fine beads of sweat climbed up his back, and the wind blew away the heat from his body, and the chill rushed straight to his bones.

The visitor knocked on the door twice more.

Are you coming in?

"Why don't you open the door? I'll go to the bathroom and come find you later." The clattering sound of combat boots hitting the ground faded away.

Kitahara Yuki and Amuro Toru both breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his expression and urged, "Hurry up and read."

"It will take at least a minute." Amuro Toru turned the pages faster.

Kitahara Yuki turned on his phone, turned on the clock and set the countdown to one minute.

[59s]

[20s]

"Komiya, there's no paper in the bathroom. I'm coming in." The life-threatening footsteps sounded again.

The door handle turned slowly.

Kitahara Yuki subconsciously held his breath, stared at the handle tightly, and asked, "How long will it take?"

"Ten seconds." Amuro Toru roughly estimated.

[9s]

It's too late!

[7s]

"I'm coming in." The male voice sounded again.

The door of the filing room opened with a click, and the flowing wind lifted the cover of the registration book, and then slowly fell down.

"What's that?" The man complained, "You actually slept during work hours, no wonder you didn't answer the door after I knocked for so long."

The visitor looked at Komiya Hei with his head pressed against the desk, "Sleeping like this?" Isn't it uncomfortable?

He was about to go forward to check, and his eyes swept across the open registration book on the side, fixed on the last page, and the name of Ide Keigo on the first line came into view.

"You are lazy at work, and you haven't dealt with the registration book for so long." He closed the registration book with his hand, and there was a breeze blowing from behind. The man turned around and took a look. It was the window that was wide open.

Sleeping like this would catch a cold, and the visitor frowned and walked towards the window.

Kitahara Yuki's heart tightened. Amuro Toru was holding him, holding the railing of the cruise ship with one hand, hanging under the window. The man could easily spot the two of them if he just looked down.

He lowered his eyes to look at the surging sea water below. If he was discovered, he would have no choice but to take a gamble.

Time seemed to be deliberately stretched. Fine beads of sweat slowly gathered at the tip of his nose, and then dripped, hitting the iron sheet of the cruise ship, making a sudden sound.

"The wind is blowing." A male voice sounded above his head, close at hand.

The two held their breath and tensed their muscles together.

Then there was the sound of the window closing.

Kitahara Yuki suddenly relaxed.

"Hold on to the railing." After noticing that the uninvited guest had left, Toru Amuro released his left hand that was holding Kitahara Yuki, opened the window, and climbed into the file room.

Then, he exerted force with both arms and pulled Kitahara Yuki up.

The two left the file room without hesitation.

The change in environment made Kitahara Yuki feel his wet back. He took off his vest uncomfortably, grabbed the lower end of the back of his sweatshirt, and stretched it slightly. The heat began to dissipate with this action.

"What's wrong?" Toru Amuro asked.

Kitahara Yuki: "My back is sweating, sticky and uncomfortable."

While talking, the two were almost at the elevator entrance. Toru Amuro pulled Kitahara Yuki into the fire escape with his right hand.