Chapter 85 Shoot or tell me the answer

Amuro Toru rejected this suggestion, pulled out his hand that was resting on the back of his head, and controlled Kitahara Yuki's wrists with one hand, gently pulling them and pressing them on top of his head.

This action brought the two of them very close, and it even felt like her thick and curly eyelashes could brush against his face.

"Improper diet, medication and psychological factors can all cause stomach cramps. Which one is yours?"

Kitahara Yuki pursed his lips and did not answer the question directly. "One stomach cramp does not mean that my stomach is in trouble. You are making a big fuss."

Amuro smiled and breathed, "I know you are very tolerant since you had a fever that time. You did not go to the hospital even when the temperature was 40 degrees. Did you feel uncomfortable in Urashima Taro's villa? And when you ate hot pot at the Trojan Apartment, you felt very full even though you did not eat much. It was completely inconsistent with your usual appetite. Was it because you had spicy hot pot that time?"

Some small details came from all directions, and the other party's forbearance and willfulness were revealed in front of him.

The kou was like a layer of winter bamboo shoots wrapped in layers. When you peeled off one layer, there was another layer, hiding a small piece of soft inner core under the disguise.

"Today in the restaurant, I only ate a few chopsticks of food, and your stomach was uncomfortable at that time? Is this what you really want to hide?"

Kitahara Yuki raised his head to avoid the warm breath spraying in his ears, and slowed down his voice, "Zero, my body is sticky and it's uncomfortable, I want to take a shower."

Amuro Toru looked at Kitahara Yuki's expression, trying to tell whether this sentence was true or false.

Ten seconds later, he gave up this plan.

Psychology experts are quite knowledgeable in acting. When they are seriously lying, no one can find the flaw, at least he can't now.

"Don't go! If I didn't happen to stay in A07, would you... not plan to seek help?"

If he hadn't heard the sound of the phone falling to the ground -

Amuro Toru didn't dare to think about it.

"Tell me quickly, what's wrong with your stomach?"

"...You're so fierce."

"...Don't think you can avoid this question by acting cute!"

Obviously he could, but Zero paused for two seconds before saying this.

Kitahara Yuki blinked slowly, and used his waist muscles to support his upper body. His smooth forehead brushed across Amuro Toru's lips in the next second.

The blond-haired public security officer froze instantly, and stood there in a daze, and reflexively relaxed the force controlling Kitahara Yuki's wrist.

Kitahara Yuki seized the opportunity, and with a long step, the two of them flipped positions in an instant.

He sat astride Amuro Toru's lower abdomen, looking down at Amuro Toru with a stunned expression, and winked at him.

"Zero, you are so easily influenced, this can't be done." Kitahara Yuki took out the wooden bag hidden under the pillow and shook it in front of Amuro Toru with evil intentions.

Then he put his hand on the opponent's neck, and said with a rising tone, "Officer Bourbon, you lose, surrender now."

"You still want to use this method to avoid the problem?"

Amuro Toru's face visibly sank, and he clamped Kitahara Yuki's right wrist. The second before the opponent resisted, he grabbed the white fingers and opened the safety of Yuki.

Click -

the sound of the bullet being loaded startled Kitahara Yuki's heart.

However, Amuro Toru's action continued.

He tightly grasped Kitahara Yuki's hand, pressed the wooden box with the letters LX against his nose, and said coldly: "Now, open the wooden box, or tell me the answer."

Kitahara Yuki's eyes were wide open, and his thumb that touched the trigger was held by the other party, maintaining a critical point of being pressed, as if the next second, a bullet with gunpowder smoke would suddenly shoot out.

Blood spurted out, and the eyes were dyed red.

"Don't... don't do this," Kitahara Yuki's voice trembled, his throat tightened, and the intermittent images in his mind began to flash back.

Blood, card games, choices.

The scenes were like a thin line suddenly tightening the neck, bringing long and endless darkness with the sinking sun.

Can't die.

How can zero die.

"Let go! Are you crazy?!" Kitahara Yuki shouted.

Amuro Toru did not move, his purple-gray eyes staring at Kitahara Yuki without blinking, "You choose."

"...I'll give you the answer." Kitahara Yuki compromised.

After receiving this answer, Amuro Toru surrendered decisively the next moment, lifted the quilt and wrapped the other person tightly.

He did not recall Kitahara Yuki's overly fragile expression and slightly trembling voice just now, and said hoarsely: "Speak."

"Zero, my head is covered by the quilt, so I can't see you."

The voice coming from under the quilt was a little muffled, softer than marshmallows.

Toru Amuro pretended not to hear, threw away his soft heart, and escaped from the honey trap set by Kitahara Yuki, his heart hard as iron, "If I can't see it, I won't be deceived by you, don't try to change the subject."

The fluffy quilt covered his head, the small and dark space soothed Kitahara Yuki's fluctuating emotions, and the fragmented memories faded like the tide.

He paused for a while before answering Toru Amuro's question about stomach cramps.

"My stomach is fine. It's just common superficial gastritis, which is a common problem among young people. It's just that after eating irritating foods, I tend to have stomach cramps in the early morning."

Kitahara Yuki's voice returned to calm, and his unfocused pupils fell empty in the dark space. "This is the first time since I came to Japan. It's related to my day and night upside-down schedule during this period."

He noticed that Amuro Tou's hands, which were tightly grasping his waist and abdomen, slightly relaxed, and then suddenly tightened.

"Is there anything else you are hiding from me?"

Kitahara Yuki: Zero guessed it right -

he counted the things he had hidden from the other party, and then found that he couldn't count them with two hands.

Forget it, there are too many things, so I'll continue to hide them.

"No, I'm honest."

The sky suddenly brightened, and the warm sun shone through the gaps in the curtains.

Kitahara Yuki said, "Zero, I'm hungry and want to eat something delicious."

Amuro Toru released his grip on the other's arms and looked at the black head that popped out.

The two looked at each other in the air.

The purple-gray eyes reflected Kitahara Yuki's curved eyebrows and faint smile. The soft hair rubbed against her neck and shoulders, and then quietly withdrew the next moment.

Kitahara Yuki sat down, "My stomach is upset. Can I eat the food you made?"

"Sure." Amuro

Toru left A07.

Kitahara Yuki sat on the bed for ten minutes before getting up. The smile on his face faded. He remained calm and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then he changed into a set of warm clothes and left the room.

A08 is Hase Hikaru's room. Kitahara Yuki brushed across the dark glass panel with one hand, waited for the screen to light up, and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened and Kitahara Yuki walked in.

"I only have one minute, so let's cut to the chase." He looked around, opened the closet, and took out two small loaves of bread from the open suitcase, stuffing one into Hase Hikari's arms.

Kitahara Yuki chewed the soft but not very sweet bread in his mouth, "What kind of poker game do you like? Texas Hold'em, Golden Flower, Landlord?"

Hase Hikari didn't reply, but threw out another sentence, "Xiao Yuki, do you still remember my second ability?"

I remember, it's a pair of eyes that see through everything.

Kitahara Yuki glanced at Hase Hikari who was frowning, "When I mentioned Texas Hold'em, you showed a very subtle disgusted expression."

It seems that the card game in the memory fragment is Texas Hold'em.

Having achieved his goal and unable to stay any longer, he turned and left.

Hase Hikaru held him back and lowered his voice, "Do you know what you look like in my eyes now?"

These words reminded Kitahara Yuki of the long frame with words similar to the one in the game world that he saw when he switched his vest.

What could it look like? He took a special shower before coming here to remove traces so that the other party would not be able to see the quarrel between him and Amuro Toru that night.

"It's too late." Kitahara Yuki glanced at the time on the system panel. Amuro Toru would come out of the elevator in twenty seconds.

"Don't disturb me to explore the bar and A32. If you follow me, you will lose a lot of fun in solving puzzles. Although I think even if you follow me, you won't tell me the truth."

He left these words and moved flexibly out of A08.

When the door was closed, the voice of Hase Hikari could still be heard from behind the door, "Xiao Xing, you didn't wash your hair. If I find out the second--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Kitahara Yuki returned to A07.

While changing into slippers, he wondered what information his hair could reveal.

It was just that Amuro Toru covered him with a blanket, which was no big deal, so why was Xiao Guang so angry?

Or was it because Amuro Toru blew his hair and made Xiao Guang jealous?

When did his younger brother become childish? DK

is hard to understand, and he doesn't want to understand.

Kitahara Yuki stood in front of the door with his arms folded. After the doorbell rang, he walked forward and opened it ten seconds later.

As soon as the wooden door opened a crack, the fragrance of grains that had been stewed for a long time wafted in.

"Is it porridge?" Kitahara Yuki leaned aside to give Amuro Toru space to come in.

He didn't like it and didn't want to eat it. Zero didn't understand him at all.

"No, it's abalone rice."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows. He liked to eat it. Zero understood him very well.

He sat down obediently at the counter and a clay pot was brought in front of him.

The lid was opened, and the aroma of abalone stewed in chicken soup rushed into his nose. The white and soft rice was half soaked in the bright sauce thickened with starch, which made people's mouths water.

Kitahara Yuki picked up the rice next to him, and when it was completely covered with the sauce, he picked up a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's delicious." His voice was a little unclear, and he asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes." Amuro Toru glanced at the food crumbs at the corner of the other person's mouth that were not from the abalone rice, "Let's go to the bar first or A32"

"A32. Although I think Gin and his bad idea is more abominable, it's too early and the bar is not open yet." Kitahara Yuki chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed it, "Zero, you know how to play Texas Hold'em, right?"

"I know a little, but I don't play much. Why do you suddenly ask this?" Amuro Toru took out a tissue and wiped the crumbs at the corner of Kitahara Yuki's mouth naturally, "The signal being cut off caused a certain panic, but this is also a good opportunity for us."

It's very suitable for fishing in troubled waters.

Kitahara Yuki nodded and automatically ignored the other party's question about Texas Hold'em.

He heaved a sigh of relief, and then he could get the rules of Texas Hold'em from Toru Amuro. It was very troublesome that the signal was cut off and he could not find the data.

After eating a bowl of hot rice, Kitahara Yuki leaned back, the back of the chair sank slightly, and he squinted his eyes to enjoy the rare leisure time after dinner.

After a long while, he said to Toru Amuro: "Zero, do you want to play a makeup game?"

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows and caught the upturned corners of the other's mouth with ease.

His eyebrows were curved, and he looked like he was going to do something bad.