Me dressed as a gin brother

"A battle royale game with a butcher character." Kurosawa Hideaki wrapped his bathrobe tightly and got into the co-pilot of the red Ford.

Eric, who followed them, hesitated to speak, "Are you going to the 'crime scene' in a bathrobe and slippers?"

"Otherwise?" Kurosawa Hideaki slammed the car door shut, then lay down on the car window and looked at the detective with a fishy look, "The victim probably died because of the 3 minutes it took me to change clothes, I really don't understand How did you become an FBI agent."

As he spoke, he glanced at Eric's waist. He didn't have a gun. It seemed that he hadn't passed the final assessment by the FBI.

"Well, it looks like you are still in the internship period, so it is understandable to make such a mistake. Get in the car, you have wasted 30 seconds, I hope you will not lose your 30 years of exams because of these 3 seconds. Admitted position."

Embarrassed, Eric got into the last car.

"Explain." Akai Shuichi started the car, and glanced at the young man sitting beside him.

He is immature in dealing with people and has obvious childishness. In the fbi's behavioral research report, almost all high IQs have this kind of problem, which is normal.

Hideaki Kurosawa noticed the scrutiny, and wrapped the bathrobe tightly nonchalantly, "Listen, the murderer is an adult male around 25-30 years old, Caucasian, he likes to play video games, and he is a loyal player of Dead by Daylight. The pursuit is regarded as a game. There is no trace of binding on the victim, and the doors and windows at the scene are locked. Obviously, he completed three battle royale in these villas."

Where is it obvious?

Akai Hideichi didn't have time to complain, and quickly picked up his thoughts, "Because the photos at the scene are full of traces of confrontation?"

"That was not an ordinary confrontation. The murderer was strolling around while the victim was in a panic." Hideaki Kurosawa pulled out a photo, showing the broken vase and the sideboard in the middle of the road.

"The scattered traces of the fragments of the flower screen obviously did not fall directly, but were thrown forcefully in one direction, which made the vase fragments form a unilateral splash shape, which is proof that the victim attempted to resist and was hunted down. He has worked very hard. Create obstacles for the murderer, but in a closed villa, they have no way to escape in the end."

The young man spoke extremely fast, and it was more like a retelling than speculation, as if he was at the scene when the crime happened.

Shuichi Akai's pager was on, and Hideaki Kurosawa's words were transmitted to the ears of all the FBI involved in the case through an encrypted channel.

No one wants to admit that they are a waste, but the fact seems to be the case. The efforts of the nine of them for two days are not as good as one person looking at the photo for 9 minutes.

Kurosawa Hideaki continued, even looking at the close-up photo of the meat paste in the black waterproof bag and praised: "You guys from the Forensics Section of the FBI are quite professional in taking pictures."

"But obviously, they are not very good at their jobs. I don't even know that this brand of meat shredder can't crush human flesh and human bones so finely. To get a minced meat like the one in the photo, a higher specification is required. Big meat grinder, that's a factory thing."

"This kind of factory supplies is not only limited but also needs to be customized. Therefore, the prisoner is an employee of a slaughterhouse or canning factory. These meat shredders do another job during the day, such as canning luncheon meat or something."

A loud retching sound came from the car behind, and Akai Shuichi couldn't control his nausea.

Luncheon meat sandwiches are part of the FBI staff meal today.

"As for why the murderer is on this farm now, because the previous victims all have several very obvious things in common: their occupations are related to livestock. The murderer is doing the work at the bottom of society, and is looked down upon by the upper class. He has been bullied and verbal for a long time Humiliation was likely his motive. He knew the victim, but not personally. Given his love of the Dead by Daylight game, the killer was most likely a butcher."

Kurosawa Hideaki's voice fell for a moment, Akai Hideichi stepped on the brakes, and the identified farm arrived.

"Stay honestly in the car." Akai Shuichi took off the pager on his body and handed it to the young man, "1202, private channel."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki responded obediently.

When the uniformed FBI approached the farm with guns in hand and the inside of the red Ford could no longer be seen with the naked eye, he quickly dropped the pager and took out the public security ID from the pocket of his bathrobe.

The ID photo is the same, the police number is the same, and the police badge has not changed, but there is no trace of water penetration on the ID casing.

This is not his original ID. If the original police ID came with him, it should be in the pocket of that suit.

In other words, this virtual identity is indeed the same as his original choice in the game, he chose to become a policeman.

Hideaki Kurosawa put his ID back into his pocket. One thing was strange. If he was a Japanese public security officer, his gun should be an HKP7 police pistol, not a Beretta M92F, which is a US military standard gun.

Since it shouldn't be his, where did this gun come from?

Beretta is in his pocket, and it usually takes about a minute and a half to disassemble and reinstall a gun. The FBI has been away for 4 minutes, and if things go well with them, they will escort the prisoner back in 1 minute.

Can't be dismantled?

Of course it has to be dismantled.

Kurosawa Hideaki took out the Beretta and skillfully removed the gun body parts.

There is no smell of gunpowder in the barrel, but there are slight friction marks, and it has never been fired.

The springs are brand new and have been oiled.The avatar took great care of the gun.

why?

Because this gun has a more special symbolic meaning besides its usefulness, it may be given by my brother.

"Be honest, I have the right to kill you on the spot." Akai Shuichi's voice came from outside the car window. The man's voice was easily recognizable. He was used to smoking and had an obvious smoky voice.

The FBI was walking towards the parking lot, and Kurosawa's gun was still unloaded.

He couldn't explain why he had to disassemble the gun for viewing. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble and questioning, the gun must be loaded within 20 seconds.

Kurosawa Hideaki put the parts across his legs, combined the barrel and shell, and quickly installed the safety and crosshairs.

It takes 15 seconds, and then just load the magazine.

The convicts under control were escorted to the last car. Hideichi Akai closed the door and walked towards his beloved car.

Something is wrong.

He remembered that the car window was open when he left.

Akai Shuichi slowed down and reached out to touch the gun.

If Kurosawa Hideaki really had something to do with Gin, it wouldn't be surprising if he was shot at the same time he opened the car door.

He stretched out his hand to grab the sunken handle of the car door, pulled it suddenly, and the car door swung open instantly. The young man sitting inside raised his head complainingly, his cat eyes staring round.

"What's the matter? Are you trying to scare me? This level is not acceptable."

Kurosawa Hideaki stared at Akai Shuichi.It was so dangerous that the clip was almost missed.

"Do you regret giving me this month's salary?"

He stretched out his hands to cover his pockets tightly, "That's not acceptable. What you give me is mine. This is legal income, and it's the reward you gave me."

For some reason, Akai Hideichi felt that he looked like a cat protecting food, and he was very vexatious.

"The prisoner has been caught, right?" Kurosawa Hideaki said unceremoniously: "Didn't they hear me when I spoke just now? Anyway, you are not in this group. Let them interrogate and send me home."

Shuichi Akai closed the door on Hideaki Kurosawa's side and walked around to the driver's seat, "In the FBI's behavioral analysis files, people with high IQ are more sensitive and prone to crime. The chances of society will increase."

The man paused, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "And you obviously had a happy childhood. You are simply a spoiled young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world."

Kurosawa Hideaki turned a deaf ear, "Stop by the cake shop in front, I want to buy something."

Shuichi Akai parked the car outside the store in silence. The young man in a bathrobe and slippers opened the car door and walked to the window, facing all the surprised eyes, he said like a cannonball: "Give me the snow-topped cheese mousse, Animag Cheesecake and Black Forest Brownie, four each, thanks, swipe."

As a result of buying too much, Akai Shuichi had to get out of the car to help Kurosawa Hideaki carry cakes, and watched the other party use his salary card to pay for the massive desserts on the POS machine.

"I want one copy, and you take the remaining three copies back to your colleagues. Remember to tell them that they are my guests."

Kurosawa Hideaki patted Akai Shuichi on the shoulder, and then turned to the boss who just made a big order and wanted to laugh: "Your wife, ah no, is your husband?"

He paused strangely, "Anyway, it's your partner. He cheated. He will have a room with the cheating partner at 8 o'clock tonight. The place is at the hotel closest to your home. You're welcome~"

Kurosawa Hideaki dragged Akai Hideichi to flee quickly before the boss could react, looking very skillful.

"...Have you really never been beaten?" Akai Hideichi questioned his soul.

"I'm too old to be beaten up." Kurosawa Hideaki replied.

That is, he was beaten when he was a child?

Akai Hideichi raised the corners of his mouth, a little curious about Kurosawa Hideaki.

He can be sure that even if Kurosawa Hideaki and gin are really related by blood, most of them don't know gin. It is impossible for that man to raise a younger brother with such a cute personality.

Gin would probably be the kind of man who grimly shoves a pistol into his brother's hand, forces him to shoot his beloved puppy, and tells him: You can't have weaknesses.

That being the case, Kurosawa Hideaki is gin's younger brother living abroad?Then the surname Kurosawa is likely to be the surname of the family who adopted him.

"Here we are." Akai Shuichi stopped his thoughts while parking the car.

"For the sake of being a good person." Kurosawa Hideaki opened the car door and took out his share of cake. He held the car door and looked at the man in the car, "You joined the fbi because you wanted to find a relative, mother Or the father? It doesn’t matter, the important thing is that neither the mother nor the father are currently in the United States. Your life is informal, your work and rest are disordered, and your immediate superiors don’t like you very much. If your parents are close, they will obviously not let you children suffer so much."

Akai Shuichi didn't even bother to ask Kurosawa Hideaki how he saw it. He thought about it carefully, and no matter how he asked him, he would probably get an answer:

It's obvious, but that's another price.

"Fuck-"

The pager placed by the car window rang, followed by the excited voice of a colleague, "Akai, the prisoner confessed, and the incident was exactly the same as that Kurosawa said, my God, he seemed to have seen the criminal commit a crime with his own eyes, he is a genius !"

What a genius, but a greedy cat.

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Kurosawa likes to eat cheese-like foods, and likes things with a bitter taste, such as coffee, and dark chocolate brownies.