Me dressed as a gin brother

Ten minutes later, Takagi returned to the top floor of the Public Security Bureau with two small cheesecakes in his hands.

Ah... These two small cakes look so big, but they cost 4000 yen!

The quality of life of Police Officer Kurosawa is really good. He must be the young master of some family before becoming a policeman, right?

Unlike him, even buying a cup of coffee has to count the change for a long time.

After 25 minutes, Kurosawa Hideaki devoutly unwrapped the cake, cut off the tip of the cake with a small spoon and put it in his mouth.

Hey... so delicious.

It would be even better to have a cup of coffee at this time, even if it's just an iced Americano.

It's a pity that he has to count the change for a long time to buy a cup of coffee now.

"Officer Kurosawa?" Takagi pushed the blank report paper to Kurosawa Hideaki's hand, "Can I write it?"

Kurosawa Hideaki nodded, then pointed to the seat opposite him as a matter of course, "Sit here, I'll talk, you write."

Takagi: "Huh?"

Was it meant to be dictated?This is completely against the rules.

The words of the Mumu Police Department sounded in my ears again: "Remember, Kurosawa doesn't like writing reports very much. If he really doesn't want to write it, you can sit downstairs in the Public Security Bureau and finish it. If Officer Kurosawa is willing to write it, you can Try to meet all his demands!"

Dictation is also one of the requirements.

Takagi sat obediently across from Kurosawa Hideaki, smelling the smell of cheesecake and began to write the case report while listening to the clear dictation of the police lights.

If he hadn't come across this case report today, Takagi would never have dreamed that everything would start at the airport.

Three and ten minutes later, the cake was finished and the report was finished, but Kurosawa Hideaki wanted coffee like never before.

He misses the mellow taste of coffee, and eagerly wants to taste the bitterness and aroma with the tip of his tongue.

Kurosawa Hideaki began to scrape the bottom of the biscuit sticking to the package with a plastic spoon a little anxiously, the overactive cerebral cortex made him a little unable to control his thoughts.

Takagi Tsubasa didn't notice Kurosawa Hideaki's abnormality at all, but he helped him clean up the table while accosting: "Speaking of which, the clerk at the convenience store near the Metropolitan Police Department has changed jobs again."

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki responded, scratching the packaging bag more carefully.

"It's the guy named Toru Amuro. He is really popular in Mihua Town." Takagi gathered the documents, used the temporary sealing tape on the side of the pen holder to seal the report, and gossiped, "I saw him jogging in the morning a while ago." By the way, I helped the old lady repair the roof."

"Ah."

"He looks very capable, but for some reason he just doesn't have a formal job."

Kurosawa Hideaki began to feel a little palpitation, and he even felt that the cheesecake packaging in his hand was not so attractive.

Just one morning without coffee, he had a withdrawal reaction.

Takagi still didn't notice Kurosawa's abnormality, he asked enthusiastically: "Do you know why Toru Amuro doesn't do a formal job? I guess he just lives here temporarily and is not very rich."

All wrong.

Toru Amuro is just shaping the dossier for undercover missions and he's rich...and makes coffee...

Without the intake of caffeine, Kurosawa Hideaki lacked the most basic patience. No matter what he thought about, he would eventually stop at a cup of coffee.

I have to go and buy a drink, otherwise I won't be able to live on today.

But if he buys coffee, he probably won't have money for dinner.

who cares!

"You don't look rich." Kurosawa Hideaki said unexpectedly, Takagi was taken aback by what he said, he laughed dryly, and suddenly realized that his behavior of talking about Toru Amuro just now was not very good, and Police Officer Kurosawa might be reminding him.

"You have just come out to work, you have just passed your internship period, and you are not used to the life of a policeman, but you are upright, kind, brave, and have a bright future."

Kurosawa Hideaki spoke so fast that he even felt that he would die suddenly if he didn't drink some coffee, "You cook by yourself and rarely eat out because it's cheap, right?"

Takagi scratched his head shyly, "Yes." Didn't Officer Kurosawa seem to be reminding him?

"Very good." Kurosawa Hideaki stood up imposingly, "After get off work, teach me how to buy the cheapest food."

He wants to buy a cup of coffee first, and then use the remaining money to buy vegetables and cook for himself.

As long as the Public Security Bureau pays the salary after a month, you can use the money to speculate in stocks. At that time, the money is just a string of numbers that can be manipulated in the account.

04:30 in the afternoon, 30 minutes before the end of get off work.

Kurosawa Hideaki, who was still full of pride in the morning, is now lying on the spacious sofa of the crime team.

Although the symptoms of coffee images in the head are much better after drinking a little coffee, but the cheesecake is digested, so hungry...

"Knock Knock-"

"Please come in." Kurosawa Hideaki didn't even bother to get up.

"Mr. Kurosawa, at 7:7 last night, the seventh case of disappearance occurred in Tokyo. We preliminarily concluded that the prisoners of these seven victims are the same person."

Xiu Ming raised his head and glanced at the man standing in front of the sofa, then turned back. A man in his thirties, with sparse eyebrows, and a face that seemed too honest.

"you are?"

The man paused as he set up the whiteboard, "My name is Yuya Kazami, and I will be your direct supervisor from now on."

"You're not happy." Kurosawa Hideaki buried his face in the blanket, weakly, "You are someone else's subordinate, and the decision to become my subordinate makes you feel absurd?"

Before Kazami Yuya could speak, he heard the young man pick it up by himself.

"Let me think about it, why did the higher-ups send you here? Because you are the most suitable?"

Kazama silently nailed the case materials and photos of the victim to the huge cork board opposite the sofa one by one with thumbtacks.

The sheriff did tell him he was the right man.

Kurosawa Hideaki is still thinking: "Why are you the most suitable?"

Lack of caffeine makes people sleepy, and the small cup bought for 600 yen is far less than the usual intake, and young people feel drowsy.

"Because you may also be Amuro Toru's subordinate, or the person in charge? Did the higher-ups ask you to organize my first meeting with Amuro Toru?"

Kazami Yuya paused, he was a terrifying man, he only said one word from the beginning of the meeting, and Kurosawa Hideaki saw it all.

"Why do you think it's ridiculous because I'm young?" Kurosawa Hideaki sat up wrapped in a blanket, his hunger made him feel cold, "I'm not young, I'm 23 years old this year."

Others have just graduated from the police academy at the age of 23, while Hideaki Kurosawa took the position of head of the serious crime team at the age of 23. This position is quite ambiguous in the entire police world. personnel” degree of freedom.

Kazami Yuya, as a 30-year-old social animal, inevitably has a complicated mood.

"How old is Toru Amuro?" Kurosawa Hideaki changed the topic in the face of Kazami Yuya who had been extremely silent from beginning to end, maybe discussing his boss would help him relax a bit?

Kazami Yu also reviewed the public information sent by the police inspector before he came, "29 years old."

29?

The face doesn't look alike...forget it.

"Retell the case." Kurosawa Hideaki slowly stood up and looked at the information on the cork board.

"Yes!" Kazama Yu also immediately picked up the pen-shaped ray lamp placed in the groove and began to explain.

"The first missing person is a 14-year-old junior high school female. She disappeared on her way home alone after a birthday party. Her parents called the police at 2 am. This is the route she took home. The route has been checked and no one was found. trace."

"The second is a 14-year-old junior high school male who disappeared after running away from home due to a tantrum with his parents. His parents called the police at 7 am the next day."

"The third and fourth are a pair of twins, 18 years old, who disappeared in the shopping mall on Sunday."

"The fifth..."

The information on the victims in the back is not important. Kurosawa Hideaki only has the map in his eyes. The victims all over Tokyo, their action routes are crawling on the map like earthworms.

"Two are 14 years old, two are 18 years old, two are 22 years old, and one is 30 years old."

Kurosawa murmured, "This does not match the record of any individual criminal case."

"Yes, we suspect human trafficking."

"Impossible." Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head to look at Kazami Yuya, "Would you buy a 30-year-old woman?"

"Look at her family composition, 2 kids and a husband who doesn't come home very much. She's thin, tired, tired, no longer the beauty of her youth, not in prime reproductive shape, sellers and buyers trade for what ?”

Kazami Yu was also silent.

“经过统计，人口买卖的男女比例为2：8，其中女性占据8成，而这8成中又有96%的受害者年龄在10-28岁之间，超过28岁的只有4%，那96%中又有61%的交易目的与性有关。”

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the photo of the 14-year-old girl. She smiled happily. At such a beautiful age, "Those criminals are the garbage of society."

There was a strong sense of emptiness in the stomach, and Kurosawa Hideaki reached out to hold it and rubbed it.

"No matter how this case is defined, it cannot be human trafficking."

He chuckled, "Congratulations, you perfectly avoided the correct answer. Aren't the police officers the elite of the police? How did you get in?"

Kazami Yu also felt absurdly at this moment that Mr. Furutani was standing in front of him and asked: Are you a policeman like this?

Do younger bosses scold you like that?

Hideaki Kurosawa picked up a marker and connected the places where the victims were last seen. This is a circular line that fits almost perfectly with Metro Line [-].

This is almost a typical and perfect graphic of a criminal's psychological safety zone.

Near Line [-] is the area where criminals often move.

Generally speaking, the psychological safety zone will radiate 500-1000 meters from the point where the offender often moves, and most serial criminals will unconsciously choose to commit crimes within the psychological safety zone.

Kurosawa Hideaki scanned the rice-grain-sized place names on the map. Line [-] surrounds the commercial district and radiates out to the residential area.

With a red marker, he drew a circle around the residential area, and all the victims' pluses were on the periphery of these two concentric circles.

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for two or three seconds, and circled three place names in the inner black circle frame.

——Tokyo Ginza

——Italian style restaurant

——Chinatown

"Go and check these three places." Kurosawa Hideaki circled casually, not even going to explain, it's five o'clock, and it's time to get off work!

As soon as the young man threw the blanket, he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, why check this--" Kazami Yuya's voice stopped abruptly, and he suddenly remembered the words of the chief inspector: It's best not to ask why, because the answer is more expensive.

Okay, then send a text message to ask the 29-year-old boss?

As soon as this idea came up, it was killed by Kazami Yuya in the cradle, and he could even see Mr. Furutani's disgusted expression.

forget it.

"By the way, Mr. Kurosawa, I need your contact information." Kazami Yuya raised his voice, and he also told Mr. Kurosawa that he had to meet Mr. Amuro in the park tonight.

"Well, there is a business card on the table." Kurosawa Hideaki followed Takagi who was waiting outside the door to buy vegetables without looking back.

400 yen, one meat, two vegetables and three mushrooms.

It's quite rich, so he won't be mistaken. Officer Takagi is really good at grocery shopping!

Now the challenge is to put these together and cook them.

Kurosawa Hideaki rummaged in the kitchen for a long time, and pulled out a piece of curry. It is said that curry is the easiest thing to burn?

Just throw it in the pot, right?

He washed the pork, cut it into long strips, and threw it into a pressure cooker filled with water. He washed the potatoes and carrots, cut them into cubes, and threw them in.

Is there too much water?

Forget it, it should be fine.

According to Officer Takagi, the mushrooms should be put last.

Kurosawa Hideaki locked the pressure cooker and turned it on, and everything went smoothly.

The aroma of curry is gradually wafting out, is it a success?He can definitely do something as simple as cooking!

Finally, put the mushrooms!

When Kurosawa Hideaki opened the lid of the pressure cooker, he encountered a little obstruction. It was clearly unlocked, but he couldn't open it no matter what.

broken?Do you have to work hard?

"Bang—" There was a loud sound comparable to an explosion, and the pulpy curry paste extinguished the open flame of the stove and splashed all over the floor.

Kurosawa Hideaki stared blankly at the yellow soup splashed on the kitchen wall, wondering what went wrong.

"Ding--"

"I'm Amuro, may I ask what happened here?"

The neighbor's voice came from the electronic doorbell at the door.

Kurosawa Hideaki opened the door for him in a dazed and fugue state, and then said, "It's okay, because I'm cooking."

He paused, and then added, "I blew up the pot when..."

The author has something to say:

Toru Amuro: ...Cooking?I thought you were working on bombs...

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ps: 1000 yen is about 50 yuan. Kurosawa Hideaki’s consumption level is definitely not enough. He used to take a taxi to work, but now he has to walk. Delicious cheesecake is not affordable. If you eat bento, The young master's tongue was not very willing.

Hideaki Kurosawa :(