Chapter 86 Fierce Calling

Kitahara Yuki couldn't wait for Amuro Toru to answer, and after making sure that he didn't have any special flaws on his body, he pulled him towards the door.

"I have a very good idea to take revenge on Gin."

Just after putting one foot into the sneakers, Kitahara Yuki changed his mind and changed to the pair of small British-style leather shoes next to him.

Amuro Toru noticed this detail and carefully looked at Kitahara Yuki who was extroverted.

The black-haired young man changed into a set of clothes. The double-faced woolen long coat with black and brown stripes was half open, revealing the milky white shirt and a light brown slim vest inside.

Because of the leaning action, the slender waist was looming and flashed before his eyes.

After he changed his shoes and stood up, Amuro Toru put his hands through his waist, pinched the woolen belt hanging on both sides, pulled it forward, and tied a beautiful knot.

"Zero, what are you doing?"

Amuro Toru took a step back and scanned Kitahara Yuki from top to bottom.

The closed woolen coat covered his shaking waist, but outlined his beautiful waistline, making him look even thinner and longer-legged.

Even more eye-catching.

Amuro Toru's fingers moved irregularly, and after a pause, he said, "It's okay, business is more important."

Kitahara Yuki said "um" in confusion, and ran to pick up the wooden warehouse that fell in the corner last night, skillfully unloaded it, and stuffed it into his right pocket.

Then he opened the door halfway, and after making sure that Hase Hikaru was not guarding outside the door, he let out a breath softly, and pulled Amuro Toru towards A09 where Sugawa Rin was.

Before he could ring the doorbell, the door was opened from the inside.

The young man with black hair and red eyes took Kitahara Yuki's hand that was hanging in the air and led him to the sofa.

Kitahara Yuki did not sit down immediately, but came in front of Sugawa Rin, unable to hide his curiosity, "How did you find out that I was outside the door?"

Amuro Toru held Kitahara Yuki's shoulders and pulled him back. The black-haired young man sat on the sofa and answered for Sugawa Rin, "Footsteps."

The two pairs of eyes passed over Kitahara Yuki's head and briefly met for a moment.

The action was obscure, but the competition in the eyes was relatively undisguised.

Kitahara Yuki lazily leaned against the sofa, not noticing anything, and smiled: "Oh, is this the tacit understanding between you two physical hangers? It's amazing that you can tell who is who by the sound of footsteps."

Can he do it?

Kitahara Yuki deduced in his mind and came to the conclusion that the answer was no.

He could infer and calculate the other person's height, weight, age, and leg health based on a footprint.

As for recognizing people by listening to their voices, he couldn't do it, because he didn't have the physical hanger's keen sensitivity to individual movement habits.

"Rin."

Kitahara Yuki's voice made Rin Sugawa look away. Her cold eyes curved and a hint of warmth emerged, "Yeah."

"I came to you for help. Can you turn Zero into Gin?" Kitahara Yuki stood up and patted Toru Amuro on the shoulder, looking at the system screen in the air [Rin Sugawa (Skill): Disguise (Mastery 89%)].

In just over a month, Rin Sugawa has already raised the 1% of skills she initially acquired on the airship to more than 50%.

It's been a lot of work.

Rin Sugawa glanced at Toru Amuro coldly and nodded lightly, "Yeah."

One word, two "Yeahs", the attitude was completely different.

Toru Amuro curled his lips slightly, rubbed Kitahara Yuki's hair affectionately, and said softly: "Wait for me here." Then he followed Rin Sugawa to the bedroom.

Kitahara Yuki stared at the two people's tense backs for a while, and he didn't know how long it had been since he fell asleep in the sofa.

The bedroom door finally opened, and Amuro Toru, who was pretending to be Gin, walked out.

"Wow." Kitahara Yuki whistled at the silver-haired man who was walking towards him, "So cool."

He walked quickly forward and walked around the [real] Amuro Toru [fake] Gin.

Perfect clothes, perfect appearance.

"The look in your eyes is not right." Kitahara Yuki stretched out his finger and touched the half-closed eyelids of Amuro Toru, "Too gentle, you need to be a little fierce, show the momentum you showed last night!"

Sugawa Rin glanced at him, "What happened last night?" Amuro

Toru took the opportunity to hold Kitahara Yuki's wrist, led him out of A09, and said without looking back: "Nothing, some friendly exchanges related to the late night, Kou doesn't want others to know."

As soon as these words fell, Kitahara Yuki felt that Sugawa Rin's gaze from behind him was about to pierce him.

When he came to his senses, the two had already arrived in the corridor.

Kitahara Yuki repeated what Amuro Toru had just said between his lips.

So ambiguous -

Rin was probably angry!

"Amuro, don't appear in front of Rin alone next time." There is a high probability that he will be beaten.

Toru Amuro closed the distance between himself and Kitahara Yuki, "Why don't you call me Zero?"

"Didn't you dislike me calling you Zero before? Why do you mind calling me by a different name now?" Kitahara Yuki turned and walked towards the sightseeing rear deck. What

did Toru Amuro say at that time?

He said to him in a hoarse voice, 'Kou, don't call me that.'

Toru Amuro's memory returned with these words, and he coughed lightly.

It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't bear it.

"Besides, we're outside now, and we might run into Gin when we do something later, so of course we can't call you Zero."

As they talked, they had already arrived at the rear deck.

Most of the passengers went to the masquerade party last night, so the rear deck with a great view was empty at nearly ten o'clock in the morning.

The suddenly enlarged view and the cold sea breeze in the morning relaxed Kitahara Yuki's tense nerves.

"But now I can't call you Amuro, I should call you GIN."

The ending tone was full of intimacy, and Amuro frowned subconsciously and suggested, "Call me more fiercely."

Kitahara Yuki: ? ?

Ever since Amuro Toru directly expressed his love for him, it has become more and more difficult to understand.

It's like the weather forecast in my motherland, completely unpredictable.

Kitahara Yuki retracted his gaze from Amuro Toru's face and turned to look at the window of A32. From this position, he could see the scene in the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows of A32 without any hindrance.

Ide Keigo, a man in his forties or fifties wearing a custom-made black suit, was sitting on the sofa facing the bedroom, listening to his subordinates' reports with a stern face.

"Mr. Ide, the signal has not been restored yet. The satellite phone can still be used. Do you need to contact the team members on the shore?"

The subordinate's voice became lower and lower due to the content of the conversation.

He remembered that as a politician, his superiors used thunderous methods to deal with opponents, and the final voice was almost silent.

"No need." Ide Keigo frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened, and he raised his eyelids, looking intimidating without anger.

"Have you found out the reason why the signal disappeared?"

The two subordinates looked at each other and lowered their heads under Ide Keigo's cold gaze.

The air was quiet for a moment.

The subordinate who suggested contacting the shore team spoke first, "...No."

"Be alert, I don't want any accidents in the card game tomorrow night."

"Yes."

The subordinate responded and left A32 at Ide Keigo's signal.

He sat there for a long time before standing up and looking into the distance through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

The two figures in the distance were vague and could not be seen clearly.

After a while, he retracted his gaze and left A32.

Amuro Toru, who was observing A32, said: "He's gone."

"Yeah." Kitahara Yuki used his hand as a comb to comb Amuro Toru's silver wig.

The fingertips felt soft, a small tuft of hair hung loosely between the two fingers, and the faint smell of tobacco wafted from the nose, blending with the scent of soapberries on Amuro Toru's body, making people dizzy.

He cleared his throat and said, "Let's get started too."

The two stood side by side, and the unobstructed sun made people's bones numb.

Amuro Toru pulled Kitahara Yuki away from the rear deck, and asked casually, "Do you like silver hair?"

Kou's eyes were glued to his hair, motionless.

"I like it."

No one can resist a head of white hair, not him anyway.

Kitahara Yuki's brain automatically substituted this head of silver hair onto Amuro Toru's original face.

Silver hair and black skin don't seem to be bad either. The tip of

his tongue brushed across his slightly dry lips, and Kitahara Yuki exhaled slightly, controlling his facial muscles so that Toru Amuro would not notice anything. "Let's talk about Ide Keigo." Toru

Amuro withdrew most of his attention from Kitahara Yuki.

There were not many passengers on Deck A, and now it was lunchtime, most people went to the restaurant for lunch. They came to the door of A32 without running into anyone.

"Ide Keigo is an ambitious politician, and his opponents often end up badly, dying mysteriously. The public security began investigating him a long time ago, but there was no evidence." Toru

Amuro waved his hand to wake up the dark glass screen, observed it carefully, and after the screen went out, he turned on the flashlight on his phone and shone it on the glass panel.

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows, "You want to determine the password of A32 through the traces of the number keys?"

"Yes." Amuro Toru continued his actions, observing the movements around him with his peripheral vision.

"In addition to the room card, the room lock can also be opened with a password. Ide Keigo is very cautious. When he goes out, he always takes the hotel room card and changes the room password."

While talking, the password lock opened with a "beep".

The two of them shut up at the same time and slipped in one after another.

The layout of the rooms on Deck A is similar.

A 30-square-meter bedroom, directly outside is a neat living room, as well as a wine cabinet that reaches the ceiling and an island counter on the side.

The bedroom can best reflect the owner's personality. Kitahara Yuki took a glance and walked in.

All fabrics that come into contact with the skin that are visible to the naked eye have been replaced by Ide Keigo's own items, and those that cannot be replaced have been covered with other fabrics. There is a faint smell of disinfectant in the room, and there are no signs of use in the disposable towels in the bathroom.

The diffuser sticks on the liquid aromatherapy are neatly placed, facing in one direction, and even the gaps between them are almost the same.

"What did you find?" Amuro Toru asked from behind.

Kitahara Yuki turned around and glanced at Amuro Toru dressed as Gin.

The blond-haired and dark-skinned man was asking a serious question when he said this.

After changing to silver-haired and cold-skinned, there is always a faint sense of sarcasm, which makes people's fingers itchy and their fists itchy.

Kitahara Yuki: It's because this face is full of sarcasm.

"He has a cleanliness obsession and is on high alert. My advice is not to touch any object in the room. He may have taken photos to confirm the distances of all the objects in the room in advance."

"But..." Kitahara Yuki drew out the last syllable, raised his chin slightly, and motioned to Amuro Toru to look at the poker cards on the stool at the end of the bed, "This thing is a broken charm."