Chapter 87 Bourbon is mine

"According to his level of obsessive-compulsive disorder, this thing would not be placed here, but in the drawer of the bedside table."

Kitahara Yuki bent down to look at it. It was just ordinary poker cards, nothing special.

He recalled that Ide Keigo sat for a long time after his subordinates left the room. "Something disturbed his thoughts, so he forgot to tell his subordinates to determine the location of the poker cards." After leaving

the room, Kitahara Yuki looked around. "According to his living habits and cautiousness, the things that have a great impact on him will probably happen between tonight and tomorrow night."

This ability that seems to have been experienced on the spot is amazing.

"I get tired if you exaggerate too much." Toru Amuro pinched Kitahara Yuki's shoulder, staring at him with purple-gray eyes hidden under dark green contact lenses, "It's noon, let's go eat first."

"Huh? A suggestion that ruins the atmosphere."

Kitahara Yuki commented lightly, followed Toru Amuro out of the A32, and reminded him softly, "Don't forget to turn on the voice changer."

Toru Amuro nodded slightly, pressed the button covered by the purple inner garment, and then spoke again, with Gin's very distinctive voice soaked in strong cigarettes.

"Do you want to go to the restaurant where we were last night, or do you want me to cook for you?"

Kitahara Yuki said in surprise, "It's too ooc to cook with GIN's face on your head, let's go to the restaurant."

At the same location in the H Deck restaurant, Amuro Toru held down Kitahara Yuki's hand as he flipped through the menu, and said to the waiter waiting on the side, "Cut off the espresso just now."

If picking his ears wasn't too rude, Kitahara Yuki really wanted to see if his ears were blocked by something, so that he could hear this sentence in broad daylight.

Cut off the espresso?

Amuro Toru didn't give him coffee?

Is this tolerable?

This is intolerable.

Kitahara Yuki came up with the answer in two seconds, grabbed the small metal spoon on the table, and knocked on the wall of the glass.

Ding ding -

the sudden sound made the waiter look in the direction of the sound, he lowered his eyes and met a pair of dark eyes, and then a voice that seemed to echo from the depths of his soul.

"Look into my eyes -"

The waiter's pupils slowly lost focus.

"A cup of espresso, with ice and no milk, go and prepare it."

"Okay." An overly rigid voice came out of the waiter's throat, he left as instructed and went to prepare the coffee.

After handling everything, Kitahara Yuki turned around and met Amuro's gloomy face.

Oh, his eyebrows were pressed down, and his green eyes looked cold. This guy is unhappy.

Then use a sentence to make him happy.

Kitahara Yuki leaned forward slightly and whispered, "Zero, I'm more accustomed to your purple-gray eyes, which are like clear crystals that bring good luck." Amuro Toru

leaned back subconsciously to grab the tie around his neck. When his fingers touched the slightly hot skin, he was surprised to find that there was nothing on his neck except a loose voice changer and a purple inner wear.

However, his throat was still dry and tight, and he even felt that he was having difficulty breathing.

Kou's love words came out of her mouth, but she stared at him with her innocent black eyes, like an angel who knew nothing about the world.

Any thoughts that were too deviant and dirty were blasphemy to him.

Amuro Toru took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. He repeated it several times before he found his voice again. "No matter how many nice things you say, you can't drink coffee. It irritates your stomach."

Kitahara Yuki raised his eyebrows.

Hard to deceive and coax?

At this time, a cup of coffee was served, followed by steamed sea bass, emerald cabbage meat rolls, garlic lettuce, and the attractive tomato meatball soup.

Kitahara Yuki didn't pay even a glance to the delicious dishes, but stared straight at the 50ml espresso.

"I haven't had coffee for a whole day, and my brain is protesting like crazy." The ending tone was soft and glutinous, and in an instant it turned into snow-white fluffy feathers, which pricked again and again.

Amuro Toru's heart stopped for a moment, and he didn't hesitate any more. He immediately picked up the coffee on the table and drank it all.

"No more." The voice contained a warning, "Don't use hypnosis to order coffee."

... That's too much.

Kitahara Yuki licked his back teeth, and his tone returned to normal, cold and lazy, "Whatever you want."

The meal was eaten quickly, and Kitahara Yuki left without looking back while Amuro Toru went to pay the bill.

Amuro Toru had been paying attention to the black-haired young man with his remaining eyes, and when he saw him leave, he quickened his movements, took out a few large-denomination Japanese yen notes and put them on the cash register, "No need to change."

He left in a hurry after leaving this sentence.

The waiter took it and looked at it, folded it in half at the thumb, and counted it with the other finger, "Nine 10,000 yen notes, that's too much."

The colleague smiled and took out five 10,000 yen notes and stuffed them into the cash box in the store, and stuffed two into his pocket, "40,000 yen is our tip, we split it in half."

The waiter nodded blankly, and when he looked up, he saw the silver-haired man who had just left.

This time, he was not followed by the good-looking man just now, but a man with sunglasses and strong limbs.

"Ah! That gentleman must have found out that he gave too much money and returned it."

The colleague frowned, carefully looked at the man whose temperament suddenly became terrifying, and trembled: "Why don't we take the initiative to return the money to him, he looks so fierce!"

He pushed the waiter next to him, "You go."

The waiter stumbled and stumbled to steady himself in front of the silver-haired man.

**

On the other side.

Not long after Kitahara Yuki left the restaurant, Amuro Toru chased after him. He naturally took Kitahara Yuki's hand and asked: "Are you angry?"

"No, it's impossible, I dare not."

Kitahara Yuki responded decisively, pulling the distance between the two, and pulling out the hand with ten fingers clasped tightly, "Don't get too close to me, pay attention to your current identity, Mr. Gin." He

was indeed angry.

He didn't even want to call his name.

Amuro Toru sighed and compromised, "Can I make it for you later? How about a latte at room temperature? It's 400ml, so I can drink it for a long time."

But a 400ml latte is not as delicious as a 50ml espresso.

Kitahara Yuki was a little hesitant.

Amuro Toru raised the stakes, "You can have a latte tomorrow

, too." Kitahara Yuki chose the latter because he couldn't drink one or two lattes.

However, he could still push for more.

"Three cups a day." Kitahara Yuki glanced at him with a cold tone.

"Three cups in two days at most."

"Deal!" Kitahara Yuki's voice was relaxed, and even the corners of his lips curled up.

Amuro Toru narrowed his eyes slightly, "Your original goal was to drink three cups in two days? Have you figured out my bottom line?"

Kitahara Yuki refused to answer this question, and pulled Amuro Toru to the bar, "Hurry up, the bartender is on duty, let's go to the bar."

The bar was quiet at 14:00, with a few orange spotlights on alone.

The bartender wiped the wine glass boredly, his thoughts drifting far away, and the scene of the young man with black hair and black eyes leaning on Gin's arms with a cold face flashed in his mind.

The dark eyes contained a hint of coldness, and a casual glance, the eyes moved, easily caught the beating heart, and made him lose his mind suddenly.

"This sir, a glass of Silver Bullet and a glass of Bourbon."

The bartender looked in the direction of the voice and met the eyes of the two souls.

He subconsciously straightened his back and rubbed his palms on the seams of his pants. After

a long pause, he said, "Okay...Okay." He just breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and met the eyes of the silver-haired man again.

The green eyes like beasts locked on him, and a shudder slowly climbed up from the tailbone, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Gin... Lord Gin."

The bartender remembered his deeds in the organization, his feet softened, and he almost fell to the ground.

What kind of relationship do these two have, how dare he think about it casually.

Will he be killed?

Kitahara Yuki grabbed Amuro Toru's collar, exerted force with his right hand, and pulled casually. The hat on his head shook slightly and hung diagonally on his head.

"GIN, don't be so fierce, you scared this gentleman."

"Got it." Amuro Toru maintained a low and hoarse voice and responded lightly, dragging Kitahara Yuki's waist with his right hand to maintain the balance of the black-haired young man.

He did not retract his right hand and put it in his pocket until Kitahara Yuki sat upright.

Then he listened to the conversation between Kitahara Yuki and the bartender.

"Are you ready for the game? Are there any problems with the time and venue?" Kitahara Yuki asked.

The bartender glanced at the silver-haired man standing behind Kitahara Yuki in a protective posture, and after making sure that he did not stop him, he continued, "It's ready. We'll be on the sightseeing rear deck on the A floor at 19:00 tomorrow. The time and location are no problem."

"Well done. Don't let the organization down."

"Okay."

A glass of silver bullet and bourbon was placed on the bar. Kitahara Yuki took the bourbon, and at the moment when Amuro Toru reached out to grab it, he stuffed the silver bullet into his hand.

"Your silver bullet." Kitahara Yuki smiled at him.

"The bourbon is mine."

Amuro Toru: ...

Even though he knew that Kou was only talking about bourbon, his heartbeat still accelerated involuntarily.

Why did he suddenly change so much, and when did it start?

After last night?

Could it be that Kou was hiding something from him? And chose to use this method to cover it up.

"Don't drink." Amuro Toru used his free left hand to reach over Kitahara Yuki's head and successfully snatched the bourbon whiskey, "You will feel uncomfortable in your stomach." Kitahara

Yuki let go of his hand without saying anything, and continued to ask the bartender who was looking back and forth between him and Amuro Toru with a look of astonishment on his face, "There is someone on the personnel side..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

He heard the raised voice of Vodka, "Has anyone suspicious been here?"

Kitahara Yuki and Amuro Toru looked at each other.

After a moment, he nestled in Amuro Toru's arms and said in a low voice: "GIN, my stomach feels uncomfortable and I need to go to the bathroom."

Amuro Toru put his arm around Kitahara Yuki's waist, put his right hand through his armpit, and picked him up, "I'll take you there."

The sound of leather heels hitting the floor rang out, and Vodka came to the counter and looked around. A flash of silver flashed in the right corner.

Looking closely, there was no trace, as if it was an illusion.

He knocked on the bar and asked, "Who has been here?"

"Ah!" The bartender was stunned.

The silver-haired man who had just walked into the bar came from the door again, "Has Kitahara Yuki been here?"