Chapter 89 Wanting Both
"You did a great job, doing great things quietly. You have a promising younger brother."
Although the tone was calm, everyone heard a hint of sarcasm for no reason.
"Brother?" Gin raised his eyebrows, and paused for a moment when he was reaching for a cigarette in his coat pocket, then took it out and knocked the corner of the cigarette shell on the table.
"Besides Hasegawa Hikaru, do you have other younger brothers?"
Kitahara Yuki gave him a sidelong glance without commenting.
The younger brother chuckled softly, his tone relaxed, "Why do you always mention that I'm one day younger than you? Do you want to be my brother so much?"
"Don't act like we know each other so well." Kitahara Yuki waved to the waiter next to him and said with his head tilted, "A glass of warm water, please as soon as possible. I'm thirsty after talking so much."
The waiter responded politely and dutifully brought a glass of boiled water at a suitable temperature and placed it in front of Kitahara Yuki in a proper manner.
He took a small sip to moisten his dry throat, and his raised lips regained their light lotus root pink color.
"What other tricks do you have? Come on. I'm tired of urging you one by one."
After he finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair, his soft black hair swaying slightly.
Until he saw the two men brought up, he stood up suddenly.
Toru Amuro and Rin Sugawa had their hands tucked behind their backs and tied with ropes, with a wooden handle on each of their heads.
Kitahara Yuki did not act rashly, and as he scanned the faces of the two people who were bound, there was no expression, and there were no obvious wounds on their exposed skin.
The method of trapping them was gentle, probably using drugs or something like that.
"Sweetie, do you like my arrangement?"
The younger brother's voice sounded particularly annoying.
[Tsukimiyama Cang (Vest No. 4): Shaping Value 28%]
[Tsukimiyama Cang (Vest No. 4): Shaping Value 31%]
[Vest No. 4 (Tsukimiyama Cang) will be released into the scientific world within ten minutes. Please choose the release location to avoid the original characters, avoid causing panic, and avoid matching unknown debuffs. 】
【Warm reminder: The drop site must be within 100 meters of the main body】
Kitahara Yuki smiled coldly and continued the other party's words, "Do I have the right to refuse this arrangement?"
He asked himself and answered, "No."
"But I'm still very curious, why do you use Bourbon to threaten me? How much position do you think he occupies in my heart? Anyway, they are all mafia, why don't you just kill him in your internal fight?"
Hase Hikaru avoided this question. He glanced at Kitahara Yuki's bulging left hand hidden in his pocket, and could almost imagine his brother's clenched fist and white fingertips.
His brother is angry. How long will he ignore him this time, two months or three months?
It doesn't matter. After everything is settled, his brother will only have them.
Hase Hikaru crossed his legs, frowned, and said to Amuro Toru: "Bourbon? Or Furuya Rei, Mr. Koan thinks he's disguised well?"
He walked to the side of Amuro Toru, gently patted the other's tense upper arm muscles, ignoring the cold gaze.
Next, let Amuro Toru hate his brother, or let his brother hate Amuro Toru?
Both are good -
he chuckled softly, "Do you want to know when the flaws are revealed?"
After waiting for a while, he heard Amuro Toru's cold voice, "What do you want to do?"
The identity has been revealed, and some disguises are meaningless.
"Threatening Kou with me? He won't be threatened, he knows when to stop and when to let go."
Kitahara Yuki lowered his eyes to avoid Amuro Toru's sight, and suddenly picked up the water cup and took a big sip.
Want to drink coffee -
he is a little out of control -
this won't do.
He slowly closed his eyes, then lifted his eyelids, controlling his facial muscles to stay calm, "What are you going to do?"
Hase Hikaru did not answer the two's questions, but continued to talk about the question he had just asked.
"Furiya Rei, in the incident in Pramia, you disappeared for too long because of Xiao Xing, and you have long been suspected by the previous boss of the organization. If it weren't for this day, you would have been cleared out as a traitor by Gin."
Kitahara Yuki sneered, "Low-level provocations, this thing is useless to us."
Calm down and analyze what Xiao Guang is going to do!
There are 9 minutes left before the Tsukimiyama Cang is released into the scientific world. Xiao Guang will reserve one minute to exchange identities with the other party.
His goal was to give Tsukimiyama Cang skills within eight minutes and destroy the trust between him and Amuro.
"Then let me say one more thing." Hase Hikaru said calmly, distanced himself from Kitahara Yuki, and sat back in his original position.
The rear deck fell into a deathly silence again.
Everyone even breathed more lightly.
The sudden turn of events made it difficult for them to maintain a calm expression on their faces.
Bourbon is really an undercover police officer
What is the other thing?
"I used to be a doctor with good medical skills." Hase Hikaru bent his fingers and tapped the table, attracting everyone's attention again, "Furugaya Rei, have you noticed that Yuki's stomach is cramping?"
Kitahara Yuki instantly understood what Hase Hikaru was going to say, and could no longer bear it, so he shouted, "Shut up!"
Hase Hikaru remained indifferent, watching Kitahara Yuki being blocked by Gin beside him.
"He told you it was because of superficial gastritis and because he ate spicy food that day?" He admired Amuro Toru's sudden and cold expression, and his tone ended with a light voice.
"Not only that, the stimulation of the corpse and blood will also cause his stomach spasm. When you pressed his hand and pointed at you with your finger, would he think of blood? When you covered him with the quilt, did he hide under the quilt and endure another stomach spasm alone."
"You see, he doesn't even want to trust you, he chooses to hide the truth from you."
"But he told me every detail of what happened between you that night."
[Tsukimi Sancan (Vest No. 4): Medicine (Mastery 50%)]
The purple-gray pupils suddenly shrank, Amuro Toru pursed his lips, and some small details flashed through his mind again.
Kitahara Yuki had a habit of avoiding the corpse after taking a look at it.
On the balcony of the Trojan Apartment, Rin Sugawa made a small move to stand between Kitahara Yuki and the corpse.
And that night, after the quilt was pulled over his head, Kitahara Yuki was silent for a long time.
Those injuries were brought to -
"Constrain your scattered thoughts." Kitahara Yuki glared at Amuro Toru, "Zero, you should trust me, and I should trust you. Lies are not only harmful, but also..."
like.
Kitahara Yuki swallowed the two words that were lingering in his throat, and turned to look at Hase Hikaru.
He regained his composure, so that his expression was cold enough now, and the chill dissipated with the salty sea breeze, bringing with it the fresh aroma of grapefruit, invading the nasal cavity.
"Brother, I don't want to say it for the third time, shut up." Kitahara Yuki returned to his seat, "Now let's talk about the rules of your card game."
Rum glanced at Hase Hikaru, and after making sure that the other party would not stop him, he began to explain, "Texas Hold'em, one round determines life and death, you can let a man over there continue to live."
One?
No, he wants both.
Conan, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but ask Akai Shuichi beside him, "Does Kitahara Yuki know how to play cards?"
Akai Shuichi was silent for a moment, and said, "Yesterday he asked me about the rules of Texas Hold'em."
Conan: ...
It's not just that simple.
A complete novice huh?
"Boy, I'm going to the sniper point, you be careful."
Conan nodded, and looked at the rear deck again. He was surprised to find that Prisoner A had disappeared after a glance.
Kitahara Yuki glanced at the empty seat of Hase Hikaru.
Soon after, two footsteps were heard behind him. He did not turn around, and waited until someone sat down in that seat again before he raised his eyelids.
The two glances met.
Tsukimi Sankan's voice was hoarse and lazy, and he did not hide the malice in his eyes.
"It's surprising, we will meet again."
Kitahara Yuki was not in a good mood because he was not the prisoner A pretending to be Hase Hikaru. His displeasure was clearly revealed through his micro-expressions.
He glanced at Shimizu Issu who was standing behind Tsukimi Sankan and complained, "Mind it?"
Shimizu Issu coughed lightly, symbolically pulled the back of Tsukimi Sankan's collar, and chose his tone, "Be a good boy?"
He even used a question.
Kitahara Yuki frowned.
Are you joking?
Was this suspected love brain created by the same soul as him?
Kitahara Yuki put his foot against the bottom of the card table, moved it, but didn't overturn it.
He withdrew his hand and gave up the idea of overturning the table.
This job is not suitable for people with a physical fitness of 40.
The game begins.
Vermouth placed the five public cards face down in the center, and dealt two cards to each person,
"One chip is 10 million yen, and each person has 100 chips." She winked at Kitahara Yuki, "One hundred chips can be exchanged for the life of a man next to you, boy, good luck."
"I never believe in something as illusory as luck." Kitahara Yuki said in a light tone, looking at Ide Keigo and Fukuhara Yōta who had been silent.
"But this time is really bad. This is my first time playing Texas Hold'em. The last time I played cards was Doudizhu."
Ide Keigo and Fukuhara Yota were stunned, and then dense joy surged from the bottom of their hearts.
Newbie?
What if the person is more powerful? Newbies in Texas Hold'em have no other choice but to stand up and be abused.
Ide Keigo smiled amiably, "Little friend, then you have to be careful."
Kitahara Yukiya smiled, "Just don't think I talk too much after that."
Gin: Sharp-tongued, but there is something fishy in his words.
Rum: Insidious and cunning, need to be guarded against.
"The small blind bets first, I'll go first. Do you have any opinions?" Kitahara Yukiya scanned the circle, and the acrylic chips on the right hand side were shining under the cold white light.
No one shook their heads, which meant they agreed.
He picked up a chip and nimbly moved it between his five fingers, leaning back slightly, looking relaxed.
The style of the casino veteran was eye-catching, and he didn't look like a newbie at all.
As time went by, beads of sweat appeared on Ide Keigo's forehead.
He couldn't afford to offend the people in the organization, and now there was a mysterious man who was hard to tell whether he was lying or not.
Rum: "You don't look like a newbie."
Kitahara Yuki showed a sly smile, and with a "pop", he pressed a chip on the table and pushed it lightly.
"I'm a novice, but my fingers are more flexible. You know, being a detective always requires some manual skills. By the way, the card game I play best is Cat Fishing."
"Cat Fishing?" This was the first time Rum heard of this game and was interested in it. "How to play?"
Tsukimi Sankō sneered and said slowly: "A deck of cards is divided equally among everyone. Everyone plays a card to play in a chain. If the cards have the same number, you can take the same card and the middle card. The player with the remaining cards in his hand wins."
The first reaction of everyone who heard the rules was - how childish.
Ide Keigo's second reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.
It seems that this mysterious man is really a novice. Since he is an enemy of the organization, he must be close to death.
Don't be afraid of him.
It was Ide Keigo's turn to place a bet next. He casually threw in two chips. Fukuhara Yota did the same.
When it was Rum's turn, he frowned, and the words that the other party claimed that he was only good at talking and physically weak were still ringing in his ears.
But he turned around and said that he was just flexible in his fingers and was better at fighting?
He couldn't believe a word of Kitahara Yuki's words.
Was he reckless or just pretending?
He looked at Kitahara Yuki, and happened to meet the other party's confident eyes, which suddenly became gentle and harmless, with clear stupidity, just like a rookie player who was stripped of his underwear at the poker table.
This change in eyes -
Rum's eyes darkened and he came to a conclusion.
Kitahara Yuki is reckless, he is a high-level player, not a novice.
Rum threw down two chips and had a plan in mind.
The first round ended quickly. Bermode turned over three hole cards at the right time.
K, J, 8.
Kitahara Yuki calmly observed the micro-expressions of everyone when they saw the hole cards, and then glanced at his own hole cards.
5, 2. He
is simply a reserve of bad cards. Even if the will of the world descends, he can't let him win the game by comparing the size.
When it was his turn to bet, he decisively put out fifty chips.
Ide Keigo was shocked and said in horror: "Little boy, this is not how you play cards. We can only call or fold if you do this."
Kitahara Yuki said innocently, "Sorry, I'm not very familiar with the rules. How about I take the chips back?"
This proposal was naturally impossible to be agreed to. Ide Keigo called with a dark face and bet fifty chips.
One chip is 10 million yen, and these 100 chips are almost all his belongings.
If he loses...
Ide Keigo wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his back was still sweating, soaking the cotton white shirt.
Fukuhara Yota gave up.
Rum called.
Gin glanced at Kitahara Yuki. Was he
doing it on purpose or was he really not familiar with the rules?
One chip plus fifty chips, it was only the second round of betting, but Kitahara Yuki had already firmly grasped the initiative.
Calling, raising, and discarding had become his toys.
Was this really his first time playing Texas Hold'em?
Gin concluded.
He couldn't be a novice.