Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing.

He watched his brother leave the restaurant, and then looked at Madeira who was standing by and kept smiling.

"Are you happy?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked with a raised voice.

"Of course." Madeira said without hesitation, "I'm just a deacon. Education should be done by someone with more authority, don't you think?"

"Oh..." Kurosawa Hideaki replied with a straight face.

There was no denying that the impossibly small cookie was etched in his memory.

"Mister is planning to find a professional tutor for you." Madeira said with a smile. He was angry when he thought of the young master dismantling bombs in the Metropolitan Police Department. Convenience and room to grow.”

"What tutor?" Kurosawa Hideaki felt incredible, "I will be 24 after June 14 this year, not [-]."

"But in some ways, you are no different from when you were 14 years old." Madeira finished clearing the empty plates on the table and left the restaurant in a good mood, leaving Kurosawa Hideaki alone in the empty Doubting life at the dinner table.

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't get up and go back to his room until the decorative candle burned down to its base.

Thinking about it carefully, although I was fined today, I still had dinner with my brother.

Even if the process is very tortuous, but the result is not bad.

This kind of thing is only the first time and countless times, and the next time will definitely come soon, and then we can really eat together!

Kurosawa Hideaki regained his good mood. He walked to the desk and turned on the lamp, and then looked at the ticket for the resort.

It is not so much a ticket as an invitation.

Ignore the content of the invitation itself and see what information can be gleaned from its appearance.

This invitation letter was gold-plated. Kurosawa Hideaki held it up to the light and observed it carefully, then brought it up to his nose and sniffed it lightly.

The smell of tobacco mixed with a little essential oil penetrated into the nostrils. The combination of these two smells made Hideaki Kurosawa wrinkle his nose and feel the urge to sneeze.

Obviously, the tobacco smell comes from the gin that keeps this invitation in his pocket, and the essential oils come from the person who sent it.

This is not any kind of essential oil smell that exists in memory, it should be specially customized-the owner of the invitation letter is a person who likes to show his own taste.

Kurosawa Hideaki twisted the paper, then shook it lightly.

Special paper, very thick, and there is no sound when shaken. This kind of paper is not very tough, and it is generally not used unless it shows its identity.

The owner of the resort is a big man who likes to show his status and taste, and is likely to be engaged in political work.

Now, let's take a look at the contents of the invitation.

The bronzing border is in the shape of a dotted line, which circles intermittently.

Obviously, this is a string of Morse code.

Framed by this string of Morse code is a string of 1s and 0s—binary.

Kurosawa Hideaki lowered his eyelids and translated binary and Morse code smoothly.

【6.27-8am-Kanagawa-Isehara Station】

It takes less than 10 seconds to translate this thing, it is better to write the words directly on the invitation letter concisely and generously, which is really a mystification.

Very well, the owner of this resort not only likes to show off his limited IQ and not-so-high status, but is also very vain,

Tomorrow is June 6, if he gets Kanagawa at 27:[-] am, he has to get up at [-]:[-] am.

Kurosawa Hideaki put away the "ticket" properly, washed up and went to sleep.

It may be that the biscuit, which is only the size of two fingernails, is so small that it can cause psychological shadows.

Kurosawa Hideaki's dream is full of biscuits of different colors singing and dancing around him holding hands.

Not only noisy, but also can't eat.

At 04:30 in the morning, Kurosawa Hideaki woke up from anger.

He tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, so he had to review the details of yesterday in his mind.

Ignoring the evil "little" biscuit, Kurosawa Hideaki's memory stopped at the scene when Gin handed him the ticket.

"Go try the bourbon—"

This sentence is full of malice, revealing some of Gin's views on Toru Amuro.

Gin hates Toru Amuro, why?

One, Toru Amuro offended Gin, and Gin wanted to trip him up.

Second, Gin suspected Amuro Toru's identity, and wanted to use him to test whether Amuro Toru was an undercover agent.

No matter what the situation is, he or Gin will profit in the end, and Toru Amuro will be the one who is unlucky.

"Hey..." Kurosawa Hideaki sighed.

The possibility of the second is very small. Spy talents like Toru Amuro are very precious to the police, and the files must be particularly clean.

His professional ability is also very strong, and he has already gained the trust of the organization. It is unreasonable for my brother to see that he is an undercover agent.

That's one?

Although Toru Amuro is a bit narrow-minded, he is very cautious when performing tasks, shouldn't he be hated by his brother who likes that job so much?

Since it is not an objective reason, it is a subjective reason.

To put it simply, these two people are at odds with each other, and it is almost impossible to get along well.

At five o'clock, Kurosawa Hideaki woke up.

Gin was already sitting at the dining table, with a cup of coffee in front of him, the plate was already empty, and he had obviously finished his breakfast.

Kurosawa Hideaki ate the triangular bacon sandwich weakly with the juice in front of him, then dragged the suitcase to say goodbye to his brother and Madeira, and embarked on a forced vacation journey.

Hope there is at least coffee available in the villa.

With this thought in mind, Kurosawa Hideaki came to Isehara Station, and then boarded the train with the attendant.

The young man who responded was very enthusiastic, and started chatting with Kurosawa Hideaki as soon as he got in the car.

"You are the one! Mr. Beacon!" he said excitedly, and held out his hand.

"Please call me Kurosawa." Kurosawa Hideaki responded, reached out and shook his hand quickly, and then pulled it out immediately.

"Oh~ you really don't like shaking hands!"

If it wasn't for being in the car, the young man would have jumped up excitedly, and he approached Kurosawa Hideaki enthusiastically, "My name is Keito Nagai, do you know me?"

What do you say?

As if he should know...

"I designed the best-selling client game! Have you ever played it? This client game is very rich in gameplay, but it doesn't have a lot of memory and can be carried on a laptop. I—"

"You, a software engineer, have a hobby of making games, but obviously, your father doesn't like you doing this. He wants you to focus on making the right software in his opinion."

Kurosawa Hideaki had a headache from the noise and had to interrupt Nagai Keito, and then continued with his shocked expression: "Your father is very controlling, but control is not the source of his sense of security. Whenever you When you do, he'll be super happy and reward you with some personal time."

"How did you see it?" Keito Nagai asked curiously, "I thought this kind of scene would only appear in TV dramas, and you can see through others at a glance."

"I usually don't explain." After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and asked, "Is there coffee in the villa?"

"Provide, there are dedicated butlers and maids, they will entertain all guests well."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki paused, "Your nails are neatly trimmed, but the thumb is not trimmed all the time, and it grows out. This proves that you are not a person who trims your nails all the time, so why do you have to trim them?" What about the nails on the other eight fingers? Because they interfere with your typing."

"How do you know I'm typing on the keyboard? What if I'm a musician who plays the piano? They also trim their nails regularly." Keito Nagai was not convinced.

"Then they'll cut off the thumbs, too, because the noise your fingernails make on the keys affects the sound of the music. Does the noise you make when you type on the keyboard affect your writing code?"

Kurosawa Hideaki said, shrugging his shoulders, "Obviously not."

"A software engineer, showing off to others is not software. Your preference is very obvious. If you become such a person, you must have a desire to control. Based on the invitation letter I received, this person is obviously your father. , he held this banquet as—”

"Stop-stop--" Keito Nagai stopped Kurosawa Hideaki from continuing, "Don't tell others that my father is the one who held the holiday banquet, and I'm the one who held the banquet on the surface. Everyone is invited I am also the person."

Keito Nagai showed a rather lonely expression, he forced a smile, "Even if I don't know who the invitation letter was sent to."

Whoa, good luck.

It was as if an NPC drove a small train to deliver clues to him overnight.

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately pieced together the image of that "father" in his brain.

He is 55-60 years old and has a high position and authority, but the means to come to such a high position may not be glorious, which makes him guilty. Because of his guilty conscience, he likes to show off more than ordinary people. Showing off his taste and other things can make him gain others The reverent gaze reassured him.

His purpose of holding this banquet was to invite all software engineers in the industry. Because of the invitees, his own name was obviously not as useful as his son, who was also a talented software engineer.

So he used his son's name to send out all the invitation letters. Those binary and Morse codes may stop some curious ordinary people, but they will definitely not stop software engineers who know about computers.

They will probably feel that the invitation of "peers" is ingenious, and they will happily come to the dinner.

But who knows what awaits them?

Why did that "father" summon so many engineers?What is his purpose?

What does this purpose have to do with organization?

"squeak--"

The car stopped, and Kurosawa Hideaki's body leaned forward following the inertia.

"Here we are." Kaito Nagai said. He looked sideways at the mixed-race youth sitting beside him, and whispered, "The invitation letter was sent by my father. Please keep it secret for me."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki replied calmly.

He followed Nagai Kaito out of the car, and at a glance he saw Bourbon who was following a maid and chatting happily with her.

Amuro Toru obviously also noticed Kurosawa Hideaki, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here on vacation." Kurosawa Hideaki replied stiffly.

"Really?" Toru Amuro didn't expose him, two police officers came to organize the members' vacation at the villa?

Do not make jokes.

"It is said that the person who sent the invitation letter this time is a talented software engineer in the villa, and he invited many celebrities and engineers to this banquet." Amuro Toru paused, and then whispered: "But everyone is really invited. It shouldn't be him, it's—"

"It's the software engineer's father." Kurosawa Hideaki answered, "Did you inquire about the news with that maid?"

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment, then looked at Kurosawa Hideaki's profile, and understood what Jing Guang said, "Hideaki is cute sometimes."

He was about to say something when he heard Kurosawa Hideaki continue: "Check that maid, something is wrong, would a servant know so much?"