Me dressed as a gin brother

"cough!"

There was a loud cough from outside the bedroom.

Hearing the sound, the person should be standing at the door of the bedroom.

Kurosawa Hideaki stared at the camera for a moment, and smiled falsely and cleverly at the camera, "Now that you know the answer to the unsolved case 17 years ago, you should also be aware of the authenticity of the elixir of life."

"I've had the honor to know a few people who were forcibly given drugs as experimental subjects, but since I'm not sure whether they are willing to come forward to confirm the existence of drugs, I will not disclose any information about these people here."

"Of course, it would be great if you are willing to come forward. Whether it is an anonymous testimonial or a real-name testimonial, I can accept it. It is understandable not to come forward."

"This is your own choice."

So far, all the information related to drugs that can be directly disclosed to the public has been finished. .

The following is the most important step in planning.

—The last incitement.

"Many people yearn for the police, but due to practical reasons, they have not been able to experience the life of police and detectives."

"Now that criminals are so close to you, don't you want to do something?"

This time, Kurosawa Hideaki spoke very slowly.

The clear voice came out from the mobile smart device without slowing down, and reached everyone's ears through speakers, earphones, Bluetooth speakers, and the inferior speakers next to the big screen in the square.

Edogawa Conan sat on the sofa in the reception room of Dr. Ali's house, looking at the people on the TV with vacant eyes.

The tone of the young man was light and steady from the beginning to the end, showing that he was not in a hurry and that he was sure of victory.

— This is a strategy.

Fiery words are more likely to incite those whose chief occupation is manual work.

Gentle and calm words are more likely to attract students, ordinary office workers and college students.

He almost couldn't bear to log on to his social media account just now, directly revealing the identity of Kudo Shinichi...

Fortunately, the last sliver of reason caught him.

Edogawa Conan sighed wearily, "Hey, Haibara, how are you doing?"

"The document has been written, but I need to hide the IP address before sending it." Hui Yuanai said to the mobile phone on the table without looking back, "I know, don't worry... no, sister, you wait Just take care of yourself at home."

The little girl had messy brown hair on her head, wishing she could split it into two for one person.

"I will also upload a part of the potion formula of aptx4869 that I can still remember. In short, I have tried my best."

"Did the voice change in the recording part?" Dr. A Li was not at ease. "Your voice and intonation are too recognizable, so it is not suitable to put it directly on the Internet."

"Don't worry, I used mechanical synthesis."

Hui Yuanai checked the densely packed files on the computer for the last time, "That guy Kurosawa is really rude, should I thank him for leaving the right of choice in my hands?"

"Damn it, he didn't give anyone the right to choose at all! Kurosawa is such a demon!"

Hui Yuanai stared at the shrunk live broadcast room on the screen and cursed.

Her resentment seemed to spread to Kurosawa Hideaki through the screen.

Kurosawa Hideaki wrinkled his nose, suddenly pulled the pillow in front of him, lowered his head suddenly, buried his face in the pillow and sneezed.

Conan:  …

Haibara Ai:……

Hey, why don't you wear more clothes before starting the live broadcast?

And you actually need a pillow when you sneeze——

Conan thought of this, and his thoughts suddenly stopped.

It's not that Kurosawa Hideaki needs a pillow when he sneezes, but that the other party can't make too much noise in the current environment.

There is a bug in Kurosawa Hideaki's room! ?

No.

no.

If there is a bug in the room, Kurosawa Hideaki's voice will still be recorded into the bug when he narrates at this volume, so he doesn't need to do anything extra.

So there is a bug outside the door of Kurosawa Hideaki's room?

Conan jumped off the sofa, picked up the skateboard beside him and ran out.

"—Shinichi? Where are you going?"

"Go to Police Officer Kurosawa!" Conan rushed out of the room, "Doctor! I'll leave Huiyuan to you."

"Hey……"

"Ahhh!" Hui Yuanai inserted his fingers into his hair and rubbed it a few times, wishing he could press the keyboard out of the hole, "One or two, people who like reasoning have such a bad temper!"

She glanced at Kurosawa Hideaki's face again, and snorted softly, "I really want to see Kudo's expression after he knows this guy's background, it must be wonderful."

Kurosawa Hideaki rubbed the tip of his itchy nose, and continued as if nothing had happened: "The following is the profile of Mr. Renye Karasuma, the leader of the Crow Legion organization."

"Lenya Karasuma looks over 80 years old. Because she has eaten 'peach', her appearance is younger than that of an 80-year-old. Wheelchair out."

"He has a high position and authority, has a strong desire to control, and likes flashy antique cars that show his status."

Kurosawa Hideaki paused, and suddenly realized that his brother's Porsche was also a modified antique car, so he tried to make up for it, "I don't mean that all antique cars are flashy. Some people drive antique cars just because they have good taste."

Said, nodded seriously.

"Due to the decline in physical function, Renye Karasuma is likely to rely on some medical equipment when traveling, such as ventilators, catheters, etc."

Kurosawa Hideaki had no scruples about Renye Karasuma's face when he narrated.

"The prisoner has a deep friendship with the former head of the U.S. ambassador to Japan. Capable viewers can screen out the one belonging to Karasuma Renye through the cars that entered and exited the embassy from March last year to March this year. car."

"He is very familiar with political methods and is likely to have close ties with political spies in other countries. The evidence is that the previous Minister of Foreign Affairs had close contacts with the people involved in the Karasuma Group and smuggled drugs and guns from abroad."

"The news and inferences come from Ireland, a mixed-race child adopted by veterans under the Karasuma Group. Although Ireland is recorded in the Karasuma Group, it has served in the United States for a long time."

"Ireland is charged with blowing up the top floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, shooting the Tokyo Tower, Ireland..."

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a moment, inevitably thinking of Ireland protecting his head in the end.

The man's palm was huge, and when it was covered, it instantly covered his entire head.

Ireland even tried with a last-ditch effort to knock him over, but he didn't.

Kurosawa Hideaki's cheeks were a little sore, but there was no tear in his opened eyes.

He paused every word, clearly and firmly.

"Ireland rebelled against the water at the Tokyo Tower. Its achievements include: handing over the list of undercover agents dispatched by Renye Karasuma to the Tokyo Metropolitan Public Security Commission, Hokkaido Public Security Commission, Osaka Prefecture, Kyoto Prefecture Public Security Commission, and the governors of 43 counties."

"Relying on the list, the National Public Security Commission screened out a total of more than a thousand undercover people, all of whom have now been controlled by the police."

"Renya Karasuma."

Kurosawa Hideaki called his opponent's name, and just when everyone thought that the police officer would speak directly to the so-called Karasuma, he continued the next sentence on his own.

"After this live broadcast, Renye Karasuma may take actions-"

"[-]. Use Karasuma Group's advanced hardware equipment and computer technology to block news, delete all network information, hide the organization again, and immediately track my location and retaliate against me."

Kurosawa Hideaki said, looking at the time on the upper right corner of the phone.

Only 9 minutes to [-]pm.

The live broadcast ended a little faster than expected.

Kurosawa Hideaki withdrew his gaze and snorted contemptuously, "However, since Itakura Taku is currently a specially recruited technician by our police. I advise you not to do plan one, because you can't do it well."

Shibuya Warehouse.

Hearing the voice from Gin's phone, Vodka fell silent.

Gin was standing by the wooden box in the warehouse with a gloomy expression, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his mobile phone was in his pocket, Xiu Ming's voice came from inside continuously.

"Brother?" Vodka tentatively tried, "What should we do now?"

Gin didn't speak.

"What about the things in the warehouse?" Vodka tremblingly pointed to the container in the corner.

Last time, Gin pointed Beretta to his head here, without a smile, telling him to choose someone to be loyal to.

He chose, so he can still follow Qin Jiu now.

This time, when Gin brought him here, it wasn't necessarily because he hadn't behaved well recently, and he was going to be killed and thrown into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish.

He should... still be useful... right?

"Shut up." Gin ordered briefly.

Vodka: ...

Okay bro, no problem bro.

"...Second, Renye Karasuma will transfer assets, give up everything that Japan has acquired over the years, and transfer them overseas."

When Kurosawa Hideaki's voice was diffused into the warehouse through the speakers, it seemed a little distorted.

Gin smiled, pushed aside the copper lighter, rubbed the surface, and lit the cigarette.

"Obviously, you would not choose to do this, after all, the self-esteem of your superiors does not allow it."

"Of course, if you insist on doing this, I can send someone to wait at the border for you to throw yourself into the trap."

Gin slowly exhaled the smoke that filled his lungs.

Who would not call a jerk when they hear this kind of words?

He removed the cigarette and flicked the butt with his thumb.

The soot fell from above and smashed to the ground.

"Three." Kurosawa Hideaki joked to himself, "Karasuma Renye will choose to blend in with the crowd, do nothing, abandon all the characteristics I pointed out, hide like a loser, re-accumulate power, and fight back a few years later. I take revenge."

"Of course, he won't choose this method, because you don't have much time left, and you urgently need a way to extend your life. Hiding and hiding is not in line with your style of conduct."

"Fourth, you will use my weakness to threaten me. Because you know that as long as I die, everything can be calmed down. The councilor will be in your hands again, and the Metropolitan Police Department and the Police Department will also be in your hands again Here, when the time comes, all the important positions in society will be yours, and the anger of the people will be coerced by life and quelled by autopsies."

"It's the most feasible way, and I know you'll do it."

Kurosawa Hideaki's voice was extremely calm, as if death was not something to fear for him.

"I'll wait for you to do it."

He squinted his eyes, and suddenly changed into a brisk tone, "The reminder is over, now let's reveal the answer to the question at the beginning of the live broadcast~"

"What exactly is this string of musical notation 321231615?"

"the answer is--"

"Dangdangdang, this is Mr. Karasuma Renye's mailbox! The exact mailbox number is #969#6261. Welcome everyone to send kind regards to the cunning Mr. Karasuma! The Police Department will send the news at this time to Karasuma Renye location tracking."

"As for Mr. Karasuma's anti-tracking... Please don't worry, his server will be overwhelmed by your messages or even crash directly. Everyone who sends messages doesn't need to worry about personal safety."

"I sincerely invite you to participate in this puzzle game with me, Bye~Bye~"

drop--

The live broadcast is over.

The cigarette held between the lips of the gin has gathered a long section of soot, and the sparks at the front of the cigarette maintain a very balanced brightness.

He is not breathing.

Vodka held his breath nervously.

His face flushed very red, but he didn't dare to exhale loudly.

After all, exhaling loudly may also be sank into Tokyo Bay to feed fish.

After a long time, the gin finally moved.

He spit out the cigarette, crushed it out with the tip of his shoe, then picked up the phone that was slightly hot from the long-time on screen, cut out of the live broadcast room without hesitation, and went to the communication interface to broadcast the number of "grandfather".

"How many people does Air still have in Japan?"

Regardless of whether Kurosawa Hideaki believed in the nonsense that Aier would withdraw all the intelligence personnel, he didn't believe it anyway.

Since Ai Er agrees that a tyrant is needed in the family, not all of them are gentlemen.

"Have you thought about it?" The old voice came from the earpiece to the ear, and there was a familiar voice of a young man in the background.

——Ai Er was actually watching Kurosawa Hideaki's live broadcast repeatedly.

gin: ...

"I figured it out."

"Very good." Al smacked in satisfaction, "There are 85 people in Tokyo, where are you?"

"In the Shibuya Red Roof Warehouse, I need someone with better physical strength, and ask them to bring 10 kilograms of stones each."

"Hmm." Ai Er didn't even ask any questions. Apart from his bad temper, Gin Jiu didn't need to worry about anything else. However, in terms of personality charm, Luce, who can make millions of people obey him, is more suitable.

Kurosawa Hideaki leaned back and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's 5 minutes before [-]:[-] p.m., and I have to solve the zero problem.

In the eyes of Karasuma Renye, his current weaknesses include his companions in the police department, Amuro Toru, and Gin.

Zero has already been used by Rum, the police department can't run or move, and Karasuma Renye is very likely to use gin.

I believe my brother must have been watching it just now.

He will surely understand what he means.

Kurosawa Hideaki got up quickly, stretched out his hand to open the door, and met Furutani Rei's dark eyes.

"what……"

Kurosawa Hideaki opened his mouth, glanced at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting on the sofa, and retracted his gaze before meeting his eyes, raised his hand hesitantly, and gestured:

[Good evening, good evening? 】

Toru Amuro looked at him complicatedly, for a moment he didn't know where to start asking.

"When did you start investigating the matter of Baijiu Pharmaceutical?"

"why did not you tell me?"

"What about the Miyano couple?"

Hideaki Kurosawa's heartfelt voices entered his ears one after another. He was keenly aware of Rei Furutani's concern for the Miyano couple, so he raised his hand hesitantly, 【You should listen to the reminder given by the bomber. 】

[I'll talk about these later. 】

He paused for a moment, then glanced at the charcoal-complexioned Jing Guang, for a moment he was not sure who the person who was beating the table was.

Why, no matter what, she doesn't look very happy.

You have to turn the tide!

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and urgently changed the last statement to a question.

[Let’s talk about this later, okay? 】