Chapter 114 Past Events in a Foreign Country

Tōru Amuro walked lightly and slowly out of the long dark corridor.

After finally coming out of the oppressive corridor, the blond man narrowed his eyes. In the darkness, he saw that his target, his friend, boss, and childhood friend of the same period, had actually woken up from the drug and even got rid of the rope and destroyed the delay device, but he didn't notice anyone approaching.

He stepped on the iron cabinet, and his messy black hair was swept down from his neck and ears. Annoyed by the messy hair, the man raised his hand to push them aside, and the black hair was brushed away, revealing his neck and wrists with several circles of strangulation marks. He carefully watched the movement outside, and was so frightened by the sudden knocking sound that he leaned back. If he hadn't grabbed the window and the wooden board, he would have fallen off the iron cabinet.

The black-haired man froze in place for a while like a frightened little animal, and then moved forward a little. He seemed to not believe that the person outside could really see him through the narrow gap. He seemed to have some hope, wondering if the person outside might be his companion.

Unfortunately, it wasn't. The one outside was a witch who came to kill people.

Amuro Toru thought to himself.

Vermode was watching the situation inside closely from outside. Although he knew that with the other party's personality, he probably wouldn't keep looking into the room through the gap, but he didn't dare to take it lightly.

When Fangchuan Douji said in the email that he would eliminate the hidden danger, the undercover agent felt something was wrong. In less than a few minutes, he got the information out of the other party and found out who the "hidden danger" was.

It turned out to be his friend who had the same eyebrows and eyes as Cointreau.

Originally, Amuro Toru wanted to find an opportunity to rescue the person after leaving the sight of the woman Bermode, and then push the matter to the unusual child Edogawa Conan or Maori Kogoro. Who knew that after hearing this, Bermode actually became very interested in this, stopped Fangchuan Douji from cutting the grass and rooting out the problem, and prepared to take away the "hidden danger" who looked very similar to the boy in the portrait.

Thinking of this, Amuro Toru couldn't help but frown.

Bermode must have met Cointreau before. If she finds out the relationship between the two and reports it to the organization, both Cointreau and Tsukiyama Asari will be in danger. But now she is watching from outside, and it is not acceptable for a member of the organization to be unable to beat a cafe owner. He

can only take the person out first, and then deal with Bermode...

and he cannot let Tsukiyama Asari see his face. The fewer people who know about his undercover identity, the better. The Poirot Cafe is an excellent choice whether it is to gather intelligence or observe the strange child... and whether he has contact with his friends of the same period, and this position cannot be lost.

After making up his mind, Amuro Toru instantly switched to Bourbon's most common appearance, and his purple-gray eyes also instantly turned into a more gloomy color in the darkness.

The height was not suitable for attacking. Tsukiyama Asari was still standing on the iron cabinet. The blond man waited for a moment, waiting for him to get nothing from the gap between the wooden boards and slowly come down from the iron cabinet before attacking.

Now.

Amuro Toumo's hand was fast and fierce, slashing straight at the back of the man's neck.

The attacked man quickly noticed the movement behind him and barely dodged the attack by leaning to the side. The blade of the hand fell on his shoulder, and the pain of the shoulder being hit hard caused the man to groan and gasp slightly.

Being dodged was expected. Amuro Toru had observed that although his boss and friend looked gentle on weekdays, his physical strength and skills were very good among ordinary people. It would be strange if he was knocked unconscious without any reaction.

The attack missed, and the blond man quickly grabbed the opponent's neck with his other hand, stopping Tsukiyama Asari from turning his head in surprise because of the sudden attack.

"Who?!"

After being strangled by the back of the neck, the man had obviously noticed that the person coming was not Fangchuan Douji who brought him here in a daze. The black-haired man's panicked voice rang out in the narrow room. At the same time, his left hand grabbed the attacker's wrist that was pinching his neck, and he quickly stepped back two steps and used his right hand to hit the waist and abdomen of the man behind him.

The reaction was very fast, Amuro Toru thought.

But it was still a little bit unsightly in front of a professional public security officer.

The blond man quickly dodged to the left to avoid his attack, and then pinched Tsukiyama's hand on the back of the neck and squeezed it tightly, pulling the man towards himself.

Tsukiyama Asari's body was already tilted backwards due to the backward crutches, and after being pinched by the neck and pulled backwards, he could not control himself and staggered backwards. The moment the black-haired man lost his balance, Amuro Toru grabbed the crutch he attacked with his other hand and stretched out his leg to trip him.

The black-haired man fell to the side and backwards due to his force, and when he was about to touch the ground, Amuro Toru subconsciously reached out and grabbed the other's crutch, cushioning the force of the man's fall and preventing him from directly touching the cold and hard floor.

Amuro Toru felt that the other party was stunned for a moment because of his behavior, and froze on the ground. After a second or two, he reacted, broke free from the arm being pulled, rolled to the side, and tried to stand up again.

While struggling to stand up, Tsukiyama Asari protected the back of his neck with his hands, looking like he was still scared of the attacker's previous hand.

Grabbing the opponent's wrist that was protecting the back of his neck, the blond man did not give him any time to react, and forcefully twisted the man's hand behind his back. At the same time, he bent his knees and pressed on the opponent's lower back, pressing on the opponent's neck again, eliminating the possibility of Tsukiyama Asari turning his head to look at him.

...The touch was not right.

Amuro Toru moved his knees to the side a little, pressing completely on the hard object on the opponent's waist, and quickly determined that it was a dagger.

This realization made the man stunned for a few moments. He loosened his hand that was pressing on the back of the man's head, reached down, touched the weapon hidden under the sweater, and confirmed his previous guess.

Why would an ordinary graduate student and cafe owner put a dagger on his waist?

It is normal to carry some weapons for self-defense in this weird villa, but the shape of this dagger makes it difficult for Amuro Toru not to remind him of another man with almost the same eyes as the man in front of him.

Where did he get this dagger?

Amuro Toru frowned, suppressed all his thoughts, and wanted to pull out the dagger to observe it carefully, but the man under him tensed up instantly because of this action, and he didn't care about his wrist being held tightly, and suddenly turned to the side. He

didn't have time to hold him down, and saw that Tsukiyama Asari was really going to break his wrist to get away. The blond man quickly thought of a countermeasure, but when he found that the other party's wrist was about to be unable to withstand such force, he subconsciously relaxed his strength.

The man escaped from the confinement like a nimble fish. He lifted the hem of his sweater and took out the dagger with unskilled movements, aiming it at the attacker. He held the dagger in an unskilled manner, more like he was panicking and holding a fruit knife that could be found everywhere rather than controlling the dagger.

While the room was dark and the other party couldn't see him clearly, he first...

deliberately went against the undercover agent, and thunder suddenly sounded at this moment.

Tsukiyama Asari's pink eyes were full of coldness and vigilance. In the basement that was suddenly illuminated by lightning, the man clearly saw the attacker's face. His eyes were instantly occupied by astonishment and confusion, and even the hand holding the dagger shook.

"...Mr. Amuro?"

It was as if he wanted the attacker to deny that he was Amuro Toru.

Amuro Toru's hands hanging by his legs were instantly clenched.

His sight first fell on the dagger in the other person's hand. The light that lasted for less than a few seconds allowed him to see the snow-white dagger clearly.

It was a very good knife, cutting iron like mud. In the dark, it absorbed the faint moonlight and flashed a cold light, as if it could cut anything. However, the man in front of him who had no knowledge of cold weapons was holding it in a childish way.

...This is Cointreau's knife.

And it should be the one that has not appeared on Cointreau for a long time. But how did Tsukiyama Asari get this dagger, and even seemed to value it very much.

Have the two of them met? But from previous observations, Tsukiyama Asari did not seem to have met his brother who had been missing for more than 30 years. He didn't even know if his brother was still alive.

Amuro's face darkened, and he put on his Bourbon mask while thinking. His beautiful purple-gray eyes became completely gloomy. He looked at Tsukiyama Asari's face that was filled with hope, and finally he could only break the other's fantasy with his own hands.

The blond man smiled, stretched out his hand and slowly arranged his white gloves and Bourbon's outfit. The gemstone on his collar glowed slightly in the dark.

"Oh, I was recognized." Bourbon spread his hands and said in a slightly playful and regretful tone, but his expression was very different from his tone, as if he didn't care even if his identity was recognized.

As he spoke, the man slowly pulled out the gun from his waist, loaded it skillfully under the other's gaze, and aimed it.

Tsukiyama leaned against the wall, still maintaining the same posture as before, the hand holding the dagger tightened little by little, the joints turned white due to the excessive force, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion, as if he had not yet reacted.

Bourbon suppressed his emotions that belonged to Amuro Toru or Furuya Rei in the deepest part, and met the man's gaze without fear, the muzzle of the gun approached little by little, and the smile on his face continued to expand.

"Looks like I have to take action on you, Asari."

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Thanks for reading

Asari: How can I pretend that I'm not familiar with knives

System: Hold the dagger the way you usually hold it when cutting vegetables Asari

: ... Makes sense

qaq I should have been 3k recently

because of the epidemic. The school plans to end the course by the end of May and let us go home, so there are no weekends or anything. All courses are compressed into this month, and the offline exams have become seven or eight essays (tears). I really don't have much time to write extra chapters, and sometimes I don't even have time to read the comments

Woohoo I don't want to be so short, but I really can't add extra chapters recently. I'll make up for it after the devil month is over! Don't say I'm short (rolling on the ground.jpg)

As compensation, I'll draw 20 people in the comment area today to give out red envelopes.