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

Amuro-kun is like a man carefully crafted by God, embodying all his patience, and he was generously given the fruit of wisdom.

So the intelligence revealed that many codenamed members at the top of the organization were fighting for it by any means necessary, and it turned out that they were attracted by Amuro-kun's smart brain.

So this is the truth!

The organization contains the darkest darkness in the inner world. Everyone who has a title has a heart of iron, and every inch of flesh and blood is made up of the lives of innocent people. Where do so many people with love brains come from?

And he saw with his own eyes that Amuro-kun did not have any unscientific and unsolvable charm.

No matter how you think about it, it's unrealistic for those cruel and ruthless illegal members to fight over Canary.

Akai Shuichi's eyes turned serious for a moment - those guys tried to use dirty means to destroy and control an unparalleled wise man.

They wanted to break his pride, clip his wings of freedom, reshape his soul, so that he would be submerged in darkness, become a locked elephant, a bird in a cage, and then be drained of all his value.

His eyes swept over Fūya Rei's thin body, frail wrists, and childish cheeks, and he sighed silently.

Amuro-kun possesses a mind that is unmatched, and his body is likely to collapse with a single push, which is why he is trapped in the organization, unable to rescue his family or escape.

After all, no matter how smart you are, you can't defeat someone else's strength.

Shuichi Akai has countless ways to trap him and leave him nowhere to escape.

Thinking of the traces of suicide he accidentally discovered on Amuro-kun's body, he quietly moved up the schedule of finding a psychiatrist.

"After all that talk, would you like some water?"

Akai Shuichi asked nonchalantly, and considerately took out a bottle of lemonade from his pocket and handed it over.

Shocked by Akai Shuichi's dense thoughts, Furuya Rei was speechless: !!

Thank you. Now I just want to smash your head and let you see who the hell is the weak and easily knocked down!

And your thoughts are disturbing my eyes.

Trash FBI!

Furiya Ling took the lemonade naturally and spoke in a long tone with a hint of complaint: "You have good sense. I forgive you one tenth of the time for taking my blood without permission."

Akai Shuichi raised his eyebrows. Can you even see this?

Just as he was about to speak, he heard the young man confidently say, "Isn't this obvious at a glance, you idiot passerby?"

Akai Shuichi looked sincere and said with heartfelt emotion: "You are amazing."

Because he admired the young man's wisdom, he subconsciously used honorifics.

Furuya Rei raised his chin, puffed out his chest slightly with pride, and ran his right index and middle fingers across his bangs, saying, "No matter how much you praise me, it's useless. I won't increase your favorability unless..."

Akai Shuichi said calmly: "There are other flavors of potato chips and candies in the cabinet."

Fūya Rei looked hesitant and a little crazy inside.

What's going on? He doesn't want to bother with the FBI at all, but the thought of a cabinet full of snacks makes him excited.

This can't be me, I'm not that greedy.

Detective, is that you?

Akai Shuichi narrowed his green eyes slightly, hiding a bit of cunning and suggestion: "If we were friends, there might be more than just a cabinet of snacks."

As expected, the opponent was completely unable to resist the snack attack, and his purple-gray eyes suddenly sparkled: "You know my name, don't ask me when you already know the answer. It's time for you to introduce yourself, Passerby!"

Akai Shuichi:......

Are you so eager to exchange names with strangers and become friends just for a bite of food?

What about vigilance?

It's a bit tricky.

Shuichi Akai was ready to take action and had the urge to bring the person back to the FBI.

——After verifying that the young man’s identity and position are correct.

"Impossible, forget it. There's no way you can work part-time, especially for a corporate slave like you who's so easily attracted to you."

Fūya Rei said lazily while chewing potato chips.

Akai Shuu's eyes flashed, it was not an illusion, Amuro-kun did have a lot of resentment towards him.

why?

Not only did he not offend Amuro-kun, he also saved Amuro-kun's innocence, right?

Shuichi Akai realized that this was not going to work and he needed to take control of the initiative.

He raised his hand to tuck the long hair that had fallen by his ears behind his ears, and said in a low voice: "You are so smart, have you thought about what you will do in the future?"

"Of course I want to be a detective," Furuya Rei answered naturally, as if this had always been his dream. "My current job is too tiring and troublesome, and Detective-sama doesn't like it either."

Akai Shuichi raised an eyebrow and sat casually on the sofa that the detective had complained about. He raised his eyes slightly and looked up at the detective, exuding his charm unscrupulously, with a rising tone at the end: "Do I have the honor to be your Watson?"

His voice is loyal and affectionate, his expression is harmless yet slightly weak, like a beast that reveals its soft belly just for you, fully satisfying your vanity and possessiveness.

Furuya Rei was so angry that he almost blinded his eyes while speaking madly, "Instructor, Instructor Miyamura! Come and see, this guy's honey trap is perfect, this is the good student you've always dreamed of!"

Compared to this guy, he, who hasn't had the chance to use the honey trap yet, is so innocent.

Anyway, Akai Shuichi, how could you do this!

He snorted softly and raised his head smugly: "Detective-sama doesn't take in idiots."

Especially those with bad intentions.

Akai Shuichi raised the corner of his mouth, his voice low and hoarse, like a feather gently brushing across the skin, leaving only a slight throbbing and aroused itch: "...I will study hard to satisfy you."

The FBI is on full blast, constantly tempting detectives.

Furuya Rei yawned lazily, completely unmoved: "So, what's your name?"

"The stars are great."

Akai Shuichi's tone became more steady, his tongue dancing slightly as his name uttered from his lips: "My name is Moroboshi Dai."

"pseudonym."

Fūya Ling exposed the truth without mercy. He leaned against the cabinet and stuffed a handful of potato chips into his mouth. He also quietly pushed the white porridge next to him away with disgust.

This childish action made people laugh. Akai Shuichi pursed his lips and did not deny it in front of the detective who seemed to see through everything. Instead, he said with a teasing smile and a smart look in his eyes: "If you don't like this name, I can also be called Irene."

"No," the detective, instantly understanding his implication, refused seriously. "Irene Adler is a puzzle and a warning to Sherlock Holmes. And Mr. Passerby, everything about you is transparent to me. Don't even think about hiding it from a detective."

Akai Shuichi seemed to have drawn some conclusion from this statement. He didn't argue any further, but changed the subject, taking the initiative to tear off his mask of kindness, intending to repay the favor: "After all, I also saved you from the hands of cruel criminals. Amuro-kun doesn't need to be so wary of me."