Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki woke up, eyes half-opened sleepily.

The 50-inch ultra-high-definition LCD TV hanging on the wall is blurred like a giant black rag stuck to the wall.

He couldn't tell if he was waking up with the pain of a rib he had just had surgery on, or because he was so hungry that he was starting to digest his stomach.

Maybe it's both, but it's just a chest pain.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked up and looked around.

The saline bag hanging beside the bed has been taken away, and the retained needles on the wrist are pasted with artificial skin, which is so comfortable that there is almost no foreign body sensation.

It may also be that his chest hurts too much, causing him to ignore this small discomfort.

On the medical tray placed on the bedside table was a half-drinked bottle of pure water and a disposable plastic cup washed with anti-inflammatory granules, and beside it was a pile of used cotton balls.

When did you drink the medicine?Can not remember.

Kurosawa Hideaki stared at the pure water for a while, judging from the amount of water that disappeared from the bottle, he slept for about ten hours.

No wonder it was getting dark.

"Master?"

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki responded, not drinking water for a long time brought a strong sense of discomfort, he didn't want to say a word now.

"The meal is ready. During the time you were asleep, Mr. Furuya, Mr. Zhufu, and Mr. Li Baoen, who was working in Japan, all visited you. Your grandfather called you. Maybe he is very happy. Will be here soon."

Madeira said while using the remote control to raise the backrest and the small table, and put the meals in the Japanese lunch box on the table.

"When you just fell asleep, a police officer named Arima came to take notes for you, but he couldn't bear to wake you up, so he waited for you for a while, and later decided to wait for you because you slept too long. Come back when you wake up."

"Yeah." Kurosawa Hideaki nodded, staring at the cheese-scented soup and the snow-white fish balls floating on it.

Regardless of the pain in his chest wound, he couldn't wait to pick up the bowl, resisting the discomfort in his chest, and drank the whole bowl in one go, then heaved a sigh of relief carefully and gently.

It smells so good, I feel like all the pain is gone!

Cheese!The king of ingredients!

He put the soup bowl back on the table, and the fish balls rolled from the edge of the bowl to the bottom of the bowl due to gravity, making a few laps.

As soon as Kurosawa Hideaki scooped up one with a spoon, he heard a slight movement from the left.

It sounded like the sound of a book being closed.

Who is there?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't want to find out who was there for the time being, now, except for the cheese fish balls on the spoon, no one is qualified to grab his attention!

He put the fish ball into his mouth, pushed the tip of his tongue to the molar on the left side and bit it lightly, the cheese at the right temperature burst out, and the rich smell of egg yolk and egg yolk filled his mouth.

God, this turned out to be cheese and salted egg yolk stuffed fish balls!

Is it a new dish developed by Madeira?Delicious!

too delicious!Why only three!

No, wait, he has slept for more than ten hours, and it is impossible for the fish balls to maintain such an excellent taste if they have been soaked in the soup.

This is not the bowl that was made more than ten hours ago.

This is--

"—It seems that my chef's craftsmanship is indeed very good."

On the left side, a person came out of the blind spot facing the viewing glass. He held a financial magazine in his hand. Judging from the degree of curling of the paper, the magazine had been turned over at least once.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked around the other party's rose-colored hair, and suddenly thought of the "green" doctor who lived up to his name.

green……

red……

The strangers who will come to him at this time, apart from the people from the National Security Council, are the plutocrats and the police who will benefit from this social cleansing.

Speaking of big chaebols who can interfere in politics, those with the word "red" in their names...

"Akashi?"

The young man smiled, turned around and put the magazine in his hand on the cabinet under the TV, as if he didn't care about Kurosawa Hideaki calling his last name directly, "Well, it's me."

"It seems that he doesn't pay much attention to financial magazines, so he needs to know my name through screening and reasoning."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows, pretending not to hear his heart.

He looked Akashi from top to bottom, and then ate the other two fish balls without changing his expression. He took the wet towel from Madeira and wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers before saying.

"What do you want to talk to me about? The Chancellor has done nothing wrong."

The finance minister's surname is Suzuki. Not only did he not do anything wrong, but the businessmen in his family are... so cute and stupid.

Who would buy diamonds specifically for someone to steal them?

The strange thief and the rich man are true, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

"The Minister of Foreign Affairs just died a few months ago, and the higher-ups just changed. He has no background, and his methods are very clean. He seems obedient and cooperative. The higher-ups probably don't want to change."

Kurosawa Hideaki said while looking at the other two dishes.

One is eel rice. When the fat eel is lifted, the rice underneath is actually grilled.

It is soft and waxy when poked in with a spoon, and you can still see the slight wire drawing after pulling it apart.

——It has cheese in it.

As expected of the heir of a great family.

Kurosawa Hideaki nodded secretly. The heir is thoughtful in dealing with people, and he even knew how to let the chef invent the baked eel rice.

Faced with such an overture, of course, a little bit of courtesy should be exchanged.

Kurosawa Hideaki inserted a spoon into the lunch box, stuffed the eel into the rice and mixed it, and continued: "The Prime Minister will spend the rest of his life in prison without accident, but the position of the Prime Minister is too exhausting, and you come here At the time, I took financial magazines instead of government affairs magazines."

It shows that you are not very interested in the position of prime minister.

"Even if you want to be the prime minister, I suggest that you don't compete with Tumen Kanghui now, but wait until the end of Tumen Kanghui's term of office to be the next one. At that time, you will be less than 40 years old and still very young."

"Why do you propose this? Is it because what we need now is iron-blooded governance instead of developing better policies?"

Kurosawa Hideaki heard the voice in his heart, paused, and gave the red-haired youth an approving look.

Smart people are different. Not only do they know that they need to bring cheese dishes when asking for help, but they also know how to draw inferences from one instance and write the answers on the test paper by themselves.

Not bad not bad really good.

"If you want to step on the springboard of the minister, I suggest you try the Minister of Economy, Trade and Industry. That thing should be going to jail soon."

——After all, the organization's industries spread all over Japan, and even the landmark building in Shibuya can be developed into its own headquarters building. It would be a big joke to say that the Minister of Economy, Trade and Industry is very clean.

"Do you have any questions?" Kurosawa Hideaki said 'If not, I'm going to eat' written all over his face.

Akashi Seijuro looked at his watch. He had been waiting here for more than 30 minutes, but it was only 5 minutes from the beginning to the end of the conversation.

"5 minutes is enough, don't you want to know these things?"

Kurosawa Hideaki couldn't bear it anymore. Adhering to the basic principle that people should eat, he stuffed the eel rice wrapped in fish meat into his mouth openly.

Akashi stared at Kurosawa Hideaki's bulging cheeks for a moment in a daze, and thought he saw Murasakihara in junior high school.

"I heard that you are the heir of Italy's Al. Your identity is destined to prevent you from obtaining a powerful official position in the Metropolitan Police Department and the Police Department, but I can help you improve your salary."

"No, I've already received the reward. The dinner is delicious, thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki paused, knocked the empty soup bowl with a spoon, and complained, "Next time, bring more fish balls, three of them are fine." It’s too little, and this weight still lacks a little sincerity from me.”

"Cough!" Madeira coughed.

There was a smile in Akashi's eyes.

"The real person is much more vivid than what is shown on TV. Is this the person who was promoted by the National Security Council? He really has the charm that the public likes."

"Okay, I see. The chef will send the recipe to your deacon later."

"Then you might as well just send it to me." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered.

Madeira would not let him overeat.

Akashi pretended not to hear the cough.

Before he came, he had heard from his assistant that someone like Hideaki Kurosawa had a low EQ and would inevitably have some unpredictable tempers. If he was unhappy, he would even expose the dirty things the visitor had done in public.

But now it seems that it is not only a low EQ, but also a model of high EQ.

The conversation between them skipped the step of probing. Not only did Kurosawa Hideaki know why he came, but when he raised some sensitive questions, he quickly and directly clarified the stakes in a language he could accept, and accurately considered that he was the superior. Heir to social etiquette class, so when he speaks, he ignores all the unspeakable parts of politics.

——He just doesn't seem to have a high EQ, but in fact, Kurosawa Hideaki is serious enough to make everyone who sees him like him.

"Then I'll take my leave first." Akashi Seijuro didn't say any polite words about coming back to visit next time. Given how busy he was, by the time he had time to come next time, Kurosawa Hideaki would probably have already been discharged from the hospital.

"Madeira, send Mr. Akashi to me." Kurosawa Hideaki and others walked out of the room, and quickly stuffed a big mouthful.

Well!Akashi's rice is delicious!

After eating enough, Kurosawa Hideaki didn't feel sleepy, and Madeira brought back a visitor after sending Akashi Seijuro away.

"Master, Mr. Zhu Fu has come to see you."

"It's Jing Guang?" Kurosawa Hideaki met Zhu Fu Gaoming's face as soon as he looked up.

The complicated face of the other party looks a bit like a counselor who chased after the reckless lord to clean up the mess during the Warring States Period.

He went to the chair beside him and sat down. He didn't speak for a while, but his mental activities were extremely rich.

"How could it be that he and Jing Guang are really just friends?"

"impossible!"

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

what?

Are you actually bothered by this?

Ha ha!deserve it!Who told you not to listen to our explanation at that time!

"But... hey..."

Kurosawa Hideaki:?

Don't just sigh!Say something!

Zhu Fu Gaoming was silent for a while, and finally said politely: "How is the injury?"

Kurosawa Hideaki: "... okay?"

"Thank you for everything you do for Nagano."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

"Needless to say some pleasantries, are you here to ask about Jing Guang?"

Zhu Fu Gaoming was silent, it was indeed...

When he suddenly heard Jing Guang's confession, he thought the other party was joking, but what he never expected was——

All true.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, go to the mafia!

Not undercover!It's real mafia!

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

To tell you the truth, I also had a hard time accepting it.

He insisted on being it, and I couldn't help it.

On the one hand he felt confident, but on the other hand he was a little guilty, and prayed that Zhu Fu Gaoming would not notice such absurd things as that Kuozawa Zhen was Qin Jiu, Qin Jiu was his brother, and Qin Jiu saved Zhu Fu Jingguang.

"You said earlier that the informant you arranged in the organization saved Jing Guang, and that informant was g...was it the Kurosawa formation?" Zhu Fu Gaoming asked.

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

Damn!

The evil Murphy's Law!

He grabbed the corner of the quilt, "Yes..."

Zhu Fu Gaoming took a deep breath.

"Brother Gao Ming?" Zhu Fu Jingguang's voice came from the door of the ward, he looked at Kurosawa Hideaki who was about to bury his head in the quilt, dumbfounded, "Are you awake?"

Although the meal at Akashi's house was really delicious, Kurosawa Hideaki wished he hadn't woken up at all.

God, Jing Guang, take your brother away!

"I told Brother Gao Ming about the matter. After all, I may go to work with you in Italy in the future. I can't keep this matter from my brother for a long time." Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to cover the lower half of Kurosawa Hideaki's cup. pull away.

"By the way, your brother got on the plane to Italy in the afternoon."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his head abruptly, his injured ribs were torn in pain.

"hiss--"

He didn't care about these, "Why?"

Obviously said that the good thing is over and went to eat!

"Maybe go to receive family training over there? I'm not sure, maybe I'm helping you clear the obstacles first." Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled, and then said something even more cruel.

"After we receive your grandfather here, I will go there too."

ah?Then wouldn't he have to face Madeira alone who refused to give him anything to eat?

Kurosawa Hideaki decided to hold back, "But your Italian..."

"I've already passed the certificate."

when!

"Don't worry." Zhu Fu Jingguang put a box of coffee jelly on the small table, "Limited cherry blossom special, it should be delicious."

Kurosawa Hideaki wants to cry but has no tears.

No, I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself!

Now even if the limited coffee is served in front of him, he won't be happy anymore.

Why are you all so busy?He is a patient in the hospital!

Kurosawa Hideaki reached out to pick up the coffee jelly, but encountered difficulties when tearing off the flap. If he tried hard, it would involve the wound on his chest, which was too painful to tear off.

"Madeira."

He yelled, but Mr. Deacon didn't respond at all.

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head and saw that the gentleman over half a century old was wiping the non-existent tears in the corner of his eyes with a white handkerchief, and said while wiping: "Master, are you not satisfied with me? You seem to like others more With you, do you not need me anymore?"

Kurosawa Hideaki:?

Which of your eyes sees that I don't need you anymore!

Don't pretend to cry, come and help him tear off the flap!

Zhu Fu Gaoming couldn't stand it anymore, he reached out his hand to help Kurosawa Hideaki remove the sealing cover, but just as his fingertips touched the plastic shell of the coffee jelly, his hand was empty.

"How can I bother the guests to do such a trivial matter? This is my job." Madeira quickly tore off the plastic film, and by the way, took off the small spoon stuck to the plastic top cover and opened it, and then acted very standard Send it to Kurosawa Hideaki, "Please use it."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

Madeira is always very persistent in strange places, such as monitoring the deacon's clothes...

Zhu Fu Gaoming stayed on the sidelines for a while, and asked a few questions about the Mafia, and the answers he got were exactly the same as those he got from Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Overall it can be summed up as -

I don't know what it is for, it seems to be a family used to maintain order among the mafia.All in all, the police in the mafia.

After all, it seems that Aier's work is still police and solving crimes. Anyway, I don't need to worry about other things. All in all, it seems to be very relaxed. You don't have to worry about it. They all said that I don't need to return to Italy within ten years.

Zhu Fu Gaoming walked out of the ward in a daze, and it took a full 5 minutes to judge that Kurosawa Hideaki really answered his questions seriously. Although these answers sounded ridiculous, they were really not playing tricks on him.

Forget it, Jing Guang is pretty good if he doesn't like it, and his relationship with colleagues is pretty good, let alone whether he can handle the so-called Kurosawa formation, anyway, he seems to be unable to handle Kurosawa's younger brother.

After seeing off Zhu Fu Gaoming, Kurosawa Hideaki chatted with Jing Guang for a while.

After eating the coffee jelly, Kurosawa Hideaki remembered a very important thing, "How about the bombed 304 in the mokuba apartment, I didn't hear that they started to renovate some time ago."

"Ah, speaking of which, the reporter from Nikmai TV wants to rent 304, and remodel 304 in the same pattern as 303, and then put things you usually like to use to make it a tourist attraction."

"What do I usually like to use?" Kurosawa tilted his head.

"For example, the way you blew up the kitchen when you cooked for the first time, and the way you scattered draft paper at home when you solved the crime live for the first time."

oh oh……

?

what?

How to restore the bombed kitchen?

"Well, Nikai TV found the housekeeping company that handled the kitchen for you at that time. They are willing to help the TV station restore the scene at that time, using silicone models or something." Zhu Fu Jingguang clapped his hands, "After the completion, I will definitely Go shopping too, after all, I wasn't here when you blew up the kitchen with your pressure cooker."

no!

That's not the point!

Isn't the point now that the whole country knows he blew up the kitchen a season ago?

Hideaki Kurosawa looked at Madeira, who was struggling to suppress his smile, with a straight face, "You are calling Nikmai TV now. It is because the non-electronic manual pressure cooker is too old, and it has quality problems."

Madeira: "Good sir."

He picked up his phone and went out to complete the task.

Kurosawa Hideaki heard a clear laugh when the door of the ward closed.

hateful!

He just didn't recognize that it was a pressure cooker. If it was electronic, the pot wouldn't fry at all!

Zhu Fu Jingguang reached out to straighten Kurosawa Hideaki's sleepy hair, "Zero is still dealing with the work that happened when he was undercover, he asked me to bring you this."

— a police badge.

"He knew that the police badge you carried with you broke after you blocked the bullet, so he went to apply for a new one."

The police badge was heavy in the hand, and Kurosawa Hideaki lifted it up to the light and looked at it. There were tiny scratches on it, which were the marks of collisions with metal objects such as handcuffs.

"The new police badge he applied for didn't come out so quickly, so he gave you his. It just so happens that his ID card has to be replaced, after all, he's going to be promoted."

Kurosawa Hideaki rubbed the metal police badge and secretly exclaimed in his heart.

God, why is he so romantic.