Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

The detective blinked his innocent drooping eyes and raised his chin slightly like a cat's pride. He was clearly trying hard to maintain a serious expression, but his cheeks puffed up because of the candy in his mouth, and his adorable appearance could not be concealed at all.

As he spoke of reasoning, his eyes lit up, and even the sugar content in his voice rose. "The furniture was just brought in. It smells of coffee and women's perfume. It's 90% new and has just been used. It's obviously not bought second-hand online."

He smiled faintly, with a not-unpleasant arrogance and a sharpness that showed no mercy to anyone: "Mr. Passerby, did you move? No, I borrowed it from a lady I'm close to."

Shuichi Akai remained calm, his eyes fixed intently on Rei Furuya. He suppressed his conditioned instinct to dodge and fight back as he was about to be seen through, and acted submissive so that the young man would not be on guard.

He lowered his head slightly, but a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and an indescribable impulse surged in his heart.

Amuro-kun is so smart, so smart that it's amazing.

Well, I really want to praise the young man who holds his head high and is full of confidence.

This was not something he wanted to do subjectively, but it was just the way young people behaved, as if they were looking forward to someone praising him.

When he looked around and didn't get any praise, his expression at that moment was so lonely and dejected.

Could it be that he was raised by someone before?

amount……

After this inexplicable idea came to his mind, Shuichi Akai couldn't help but ponder why he would use such outrageous words. It turned out that it was influenced by the young man's words and deeds.

So, what about that person//elder who has always been by Amuro-kun's side, indulging and loving him?

Shuichi Akai had to prepare for the worst.

——Amuro-kun was controlled by the organization, not because he was incapable of leaving, but because he had weaknesses that were controlled by the organization.

Judging from this guy's personality and the information he has received, it's unlikely that he has a lover, so it's most likely a relative.

We can arrange for the FBI to investigate this aspect.

He calmly considered every bit of information the young man revealed, maintaining a flawless expression. Even when his disguise was exposed, he remained calm and composed. He lowered his voice and said calmly, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Furiya Rei showed a mocking expression, as if he found his insignificant resistance quite dull. He continued with great dissatisfaction, "There's a faint perfume smell on the kettle. It's French Chevignon. This kind of leisurely and romantic taste is worn by men around forty years old. Obviously, you don't fit the bill. The kettle only retains a faint scent of Chevignon after long-term contact. Although I doubted whether that person was your elder, it's obvious..."

His eyes were clear and sharp, and he said confidently, "That person is your superior or employer!"

"You're relaxed and haven't been embarrassed. Excluding the possibility of a fight with your employer to forcefully take the item, or coercing or bribing your employer to give it to you... Wow, your boss lent it to you. Your workplace environment is quite good."

Akai Shuichi thought of the look on James' face as if he had sent him away like the plague, and the avoidance attitude of some of his colleagues, and was not sure whether the young man was giving a sincere compliment or being sarcastic.

He stared at the blond young man, his serious expression showing a hint of interest, and listened patiently.

"Look at what you're wearing. This casual outfit was bought by your girlfriend. Even the sofa and table were stolen from her, right? Looks like I was right. Hmm? Your micro-expression is wrong. Oh—it's your ex-girlfriend."

Furuya Rei drawled out his words, trying his best to mock her. "That lady with good taste dumped you, and it seems she made the right choice. Of course, I can see that you were the one who broke up first, but that doesn't stop me from thinking you were the one who got dumped."

"Furthermore, judging by your physical reactions, emotional control, the calluses on your hands, and the rhythm of your steps, your identity is highly questionable."

He nodded slightly and concluded firmly, "A disguise full of loopholes!"

Akai Shuichi narrowed his eyes, and his aura unconsciously became colder and stern, with a hint of subtle arrogance in his expression.

Furuya Rei is worried that the plot is too stubborn and Hiro still wants to go to the rooftop, so Akai Shuichi is a good partner.

Sensing his nervousness, Fūya Rei opened his mouth to expose the FBI's identity and directly arrest the man, but found that he could not make any sound no matter what.

Banned.

Fūya Rei's expression was somewhat gloomy and unclear. The damn plot-master really was still haunting him.

But he had a feeling that the plot would not be able to restrict him as long as he wanted.

Ah, that’s it.

Under the cover of the system's power, the plot master cannot see him.

The detective's expression froze as if he had thought of something.

After the first year of the Science era, the world's timeline became chaotic.

If the plot master can't see him, it means that the entire timeline excludes him. When I think about the chaotic time, only his timeline is normal——

Fūya Rei was nervous for a moment, but soon relaxed. Is this world full of monsters finally going to go completely crazy?

Interesting.

He came back to his senses, glanced at Akai Shuichi meaningfully, and gave up his original idea.

"Stupid passerby." Furuya Rei glared at Akai Shuichi without any hesitation and shouted, "Be grateful to me." He did not reveal your identity.

Shuichi Akai's heart was pounding, and he had a vague illusion that his identity had been exposed.

His face remained calm as he handed over a new batch of potato chips naturally, saying readily, "I don't know why, but if this is your expectation—"

He lowered his head slightly, revealing a helpless yet indulgent submission: "I will be grateful to you."

The strategy is well done.

Furiya Rei glanced at him nonchalantly, then naturally pinched a potato chip and put it in his mouth, covering up the pause just now. He changed his tone and reluctantly covered up Akai Shuichi's identity. He deliberately said, "You are a mercenary, right? I can see the gun on your waist. Tell me, who asked you to arrest me, and what is your purpose?"

Hearing this, Shuichi Akai's tense nerves finally relaxed, and his expression even became a little subtle.

It was so funny that all the processes were correct but the answer was wrong. He couldn't even be sure whether Amuro-kun really didn't guess his identity or was just teasing him.

Shuichi Akai stared at Rei Furuya with deep eyes, and he was extremely suspicious that the FBI's informant was only focused on reading gossip and had not paid any attention to Canary itself.

This kind of wisdom is rare in the world. No matter how blind the organization is, it would not want to destroy it... right?

Shuichi Akai's gaze uncontrollably fell on the exposed scars on Rei Furuya's body, and for a moment he began to doubt his life.

That organization that is so crazy that no underworld forces can integrate into it is really likely to do such a wasteful thing.

Once Toru Amuro is destroyed, it will be a loss to the world.

Shuichi Akai did not deny this at all.