Me dressed as a gin brother

"Knock Knock-"

The door was knocked politely, Kurosawa Hideaki and Amuro Toru looked at each other, lowered their voices and responded: "Where is the door?"

"Excuse me." A gentle female voice slipped in through the crack of the door. "The dinner will be held in the atrium garden of the manor at 6 o'clock sharp. There will be a lottery and an open-air movie show. Please come and attend."

"I see." Kurosawa Hideaki responded to the maid's words calmly.

Listening to the voice, it was Ms. Miyagawa who came to remind Itakura Taku.

It's not that there are no other maids who are free in the manor, why is Ms. Miyagawa coming to remind Itakura Taku?

The sound of Miyagawa's footsteps faded away.

Kurosawa Hideaki opened the wooden door a crack and looked at Miyagawa's back.

Did she choose this level on purpose?

It's a pity that I couldn't open the door just now. If I can see Ms. Miyagawa, I can get more information.

The attendants who remained at the manor clearly knew that the hallucinogens would be administered to the guests.

After inhaling hallucinogens, people will fall into a state of extreme excitement. Once the hallucinogens wear off, this excitement will fade like a tide.

At this time, those who have inhaled hallucinogens will feel extremely tired.

Kurosawa Hideaki thought of the guest in Room 7. He lay unconscious on the bed and couldn't even control the muscles in his face. He seemed a little demented in his sleep.

In this case, it is impossible for the guest in room 7 to notice that there is an extra person in the room.

If no one wakes up deliberately, you may not be able to wake up tomorrow morning, let alone attend the dinner party.

"It's almost the 12th, so we have to go." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Toru Amuro, "It would be terrible if Ms. Miyagawa finds that no one in our room directly reported the situation to Nagai Takashi. You can't startle the snake."

"Yeah." Toru Amuro responded, putting the gun back into the holster, "cooperate with me."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki said.

The two left Room No. [-] and retreated to the stairs, pretending to have just returned from the outside.

The moment the toe of the shoe touched the carpet, Toru Amuro spoke suddenly.

"I told you not to run around!"

Kurosawa Hideaki's actions paused. Although Toru Amuro had informed in advance that he needed to cooperate, he never expected that this person would actually come up with a quarrel script.

This brought his memory back to the day when Toru Amuro broke into 303.

"I didn't..." Kurosawa Hideaki finished instinctively, and immediately felt that he couldn't be so passive, "I said earlier that I'm not interested in the banquet! Just go by yourself!"

Toru Amuro took a deep breath, like any ordinary person who was angered by his friends, he held his breath and walked quickly to the front without speaking.

Miyagawa just knocked on the door of Room 12, "Excuse me."

"That's my room." Kurosawa Hideaki seemed to be angry, "What's the matter?"

"Ah, hello sir, I'm here to inform you that you are going to the dinner party..."

Miyagawa immediately repeated what he had just said to "Itakura".

Then he paused for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "What's your relationship with Mr. Amuro?"

"I..." Kurosawa Hideaki paused, he looked at Miyagawa's slightly flushed cheeks.

No way?

"Ah!" Miyagawa hurriedly took out a note from the pocket of the maid's outfit, "I didn't mean to inquire, but... can you give him this contact information for me, if he is willing to tell me If you want to be friends... just send an email to this mailbox."

The tips of the maid's ears were completely red.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the sticky note in his hand, on which was a long list of email addresses.

Before he agreed, Miyagawa asked again: "Well, didn't you participate in the luncheon? The cigarettes released this time have not been sold in China, but they have received a good response abroad."

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately understood Miss Miyagawa's purpose.

She is not interested in Toru Amuro at all. The question she is really interested in is whether they attended the noon banquet or not.

If not, why.

The manor's servants not only knew what was in the cigarette pack, they were happy to see their guests bewitched by hallucinogens.

Why?Nagai Zhigao gave them benefits?

"I just want to take a stroll outside." Kurosawa Hideaki pretended to be unhappy and didn't want to say more, "I'll give Amuro your contact information, I wish you success."

After closing the door, he immediately came to Amuro Toru's room through the revolving door, and narrowly handed the post-it note to the other party, "Miss Miyagawa gave you the contact information."

Amuro was taken aback for a moment, but after realizing it, he couldn't smile bitterly, "What?"

"In other words, Ms. Miyagawa may like you." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his voice teasingly, and then observed Toru Amuro's face.

Toru Amuro shook the flimsy sticky note lightly, and then asked with a smile, "You want to play a prank on me? I talked with Ms. Miyagawa on the way here before, and Miyagawa said that when I talked about this topic She already has someone she likes."

"But that's what she told me just now." The narrow smile on Kurosawa Hideaki's face disappeared.

Since Ms. Miyagawa told Toru Amuro herself that she already has someone she likes, she shouldn't use this trick to test him.

Unless, Miyagawa felt that he would never pass this post-it note to Amuro Toru.

why?

Because she misunderstood the relationship between him and Toru Amuro, she thought they were a couple.

Kurosawa Hideaki took out the post-it note in Toru Amuro's hand, crumpled it up viciously and threw it into the trash can. The email address on it must be fake anyway.

just wait!

He must send all the criminals in this manor to prison!

"Miyagawa used the excuse of wanting to get in touch with you to find out why we didn't attend the noon banquet." Kurosawa Hideaki said with a straight face, "She knew that there were hallucinogens on those papers, but she didn't report it."

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the only window in Toru Amuro's room. The European-style double-door glass window opened as soon as he pushed it. Looking down from here, he could clearly see the high tile lamps that had been lit in the atrium garden downstairs. Under the light, some scattered guests were gathering to smoke.

Their body language is extremely exaggerated, and when they laugh, their mouths open wide, as if they are not breathing well.

Wait, that smoke?

Kurosawa Hideaki took out the cigarette case in his pocket, rushed into the bathroom, pulled out the metal tray where the soap had been placed, and poured all the cigarettes on it.

"What's wrong?" Amuro Toru asked to stand beside Kurosawa Hideaki seriously.

"Do you have any gloves?" Kurosawa Hideaki stretched out his hand, and Toru Amuro even brought the lock pick, so he left the most conventional silicone gloves for no reason.

Toru Amuro: "Yes."

The slightly cool silicone gloves fell into Kurosawa Hideaki's palm, he took it and put it on, then continued to reach out, "Knife."

Before waiting for a few seconds, a folding saber was placed in his open hand.

"Thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki was not surprised. He threw off the saber, cut through the outer shell of the cigarette neatly, and slid it down gently.

The cigarettes were shattered, fine pieces of tobacco rolled and scattered from the paper coils.

The brown tobacco fell into the metal tray, Kurosawa Hideaki kept his hands open, and then cut the other three.

Then he took the tray and tapped the bottom quickly and lightly.

Under the extremely fast vibration, those large tobaccos quickly floated to the surface.

Kurosawa Hideaki flicked the tobacco away with a saber, revealing a finer white powder that sank underneath.

"Amphetamine." Kurosawa Hideaki said seriously.

Amphetamine was once legal in Japan for a while, but is now a banned drug and it is a neurostimulant.

A tiny dose of this stuff is enough to excite the nerves, but large doses can produce powerful hallucinations.

It can also be used as a hallucinogen.

Most of the amphetamines in the past were in liquid form, and they were used as injections. Now the stuffed cigarettes are obviously not the crude and poorly made things that only cost thirty or forty cents.

This is amphetamines that have been refined.

If the hallucinogen at noon wasn't enough for Takashi Nagai to control government officials, this one was definitely enough.

Toru Amuro came over with two small ziplock bags, "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Kurosawa Hideaki took the sealing bag, packed the tobacco and white powder separately, and then pasted the seal that came with the sealing bag.

He said side by side: "I have refined this kind of thing in my laboratory in the United States. Those white crystals are ground like this, like fine salt."

Toru Amuro:  …

"Refine that crime?"

"Of course I have a permit." Kurosawa Hideaki stuffed the evidence bag into Amuro Toru's pocket in dissatisfaction. "If you need to handle the case, how can it be considered a crime to work for the police? You will report it when you get back."

He patted Amuro's pocket, "I hate writing reports the most."

"I even forgot that you also studied medicine and chemistry." Toru Amuro said, taking out the two evidence bags from his trousers pocket, putting them in the inner pocket and zipping them up. :

"How are you studying?"

"It's enough to solve the case, but I'm sure there is no place for me in the world's scientific research community." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered, "It's like you can understand the code on the paper after learning the computer, but you don't know how to make the software at all. Same."

Amuro laughed, but quickly turned serious, the current situation cannot allow him to relax.

"Amphetamine can make the user's mind extremely excited and desire expansion. When the drug effect evaporates, the user's body energy will continue to be consumed, resulting in extreme happiness. Overdose can lead to death."

"Don't worry." Kurosawa Hideaki closed the window he opened just now, and looked at the men downstairs who had rolled into the shadows and danced wildly.

"The dose in the smoke will at most make them hallucinate and overexcited. In addition, the hallucinogen at noon has not been fully metabolized in these people's bodies, and they will vent themselves like crazy."

"However, these doses can't reach the lethal dose at all. After all, what Nagai Takashi wants is an obedient celebrity to help him handle affairs and expand his power, not a dead celebrity, isn't it too cold?"

Amuro looked at Kurosawa Hideaki.

At this time, the last ray of the setting sun fell, and Kurosawa Hideaki's eyebrows and eyes fell in the shadows and looked a little dark.

But soon this gloom disappeared completely when he raised his eyes.

Because those are too clean eyes.

"Don't look at me with that look." Kurosawa Hideaki showed an indescribable expression, "I'm mainly in psychology, don't think about things that will make me unhappy in front of me, I will get angry."

"Sorry." I shouldn't think you were a little pitiful just now.

Toru Amuro added the second half of the sentence in his heart, anyway, Kurosawa Hideaki knew what he was apologizing for.

I always feel that if I say this half sentence, Kurosawa Hideaki will immediately show him angrily.

Forget it...

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki is very satisfied with Amuro Toru's emotional intelligence, which is probably why Amuro Toru has become the most popular resident of Mihua Town.

The two walked down the residential area side by side and became the last guests to reach the atrium of the manor.

The entire atrium was filled with a smell of tobacco, which was also mixed with the smell of burning amphetamines. Hideaki Kurosawa sneezed several times uncontrollably.

Tobacco reminded him of the smell of gin, and at his brother's smoking rate, he might have to send him to the cardiopulmonary department as soon as he got him out of the tissue.

"I really don't know what's so good about smoking."

He covered his nose and complained, "No matter how you think about it, the refreshing effect of cigarettes can't be as good as that of coffee."

"Coffee is also addictive. Your drinking style will end up in the hospital sooner or later." Toru Amuro pointed it out mercilessly.

Kurosawa Hideaki pretended not to hear it at all, and looked towards the elevated stage in the center of the atrium. The host who had appeared at noon appeared on the stage again.

He should be the most active one among the attendants, otherwise, how could he be chosen by Nagai Takashi as the host?

"Hi everyone, I'm Miyaji Iki, and we're already very familiar with each other after noon."

There were bursts of laughter in the darkness, but more people didn't care what Miyaji Iki said at all. They gathered around and danced in circles, as if they were holding some kind of mysterious sacrificial activity.Some huddled together and tore at each other like irrational animals.

What's more, he took off his shirt and crawled on the grass, like a wriggling snake.

The entire atrium seemed strangely cut off from human society, as if the people inside were not people at all, but something else.

It seemed that Miyaji Iki couldn't see these chaos, and everyone was not curious about what those people who looked like lunatics were doing. They looked at the cigarette case in Miyaji Iki's hand with fanaticism and excitement.

"Everyone got the puzzle at noon, but unfortunately, so far no one has given the correct answer to the host, Mr. Nagai Takashi. Maybe the question is too difficult to fully consider everyone's situation, so this smoke There is also a piece of paper in the box with hints about the topic written on it!"

"--oh!"

"Why only one!"

A man yelled hoarsely.The host, Miyaji Iki, turned a deaf ear.

"Let's play our little game today!" He pressed the remote control, and a huge projection cloth dropped from above his head and landed behind him.

A bright red infinity mark made of frantic lines appeared on the curtain.

Hideaki Kurosawa stared at the mark in a daze, and then whispered to Toru Amuro: "Takashi Nagai also takes amphetamine, the dose is very small, and it is controlled within the range of mild hallucinations."

"Listening to you makes psychology interesting to me." Toru Amuro also stared at the infinity mark for a while. To be honest, those intertwined lines have a sense of design. The deductive method does not see any connection between it and hallucinogens.

"This is its charm, it makes me look like a magician." Kurosawa Hideaki laughed, "I like this subject, and of course philosophy is also good."

While the two were communicating in low voices, the infinity mark on the screen disappeared along with the dull drumbeat from the speaker, the screen went blank for a few seconds, and then the Arabic numeral 10 appeared in the center of the screen.

"Now!" Miyaji Iki raised his voice, and raised the cigarette case in his hand, he said loudly: "Now the lottery is being drawn by machine, the numbers on it represent the room numbers of everyone, and those who are drawn can come up to get the cigarette case—— "

"Bastard, it depends on luck!"

An old man next to Kurosawa Hideaki raised his fist with red eyes, "Don't wait, pump it!"

"It seems that everyone can't wait any longer." The countdown behind Miyaji Yiki also followed the drumbeat to 1.

Immediately afterwards, the numbers from 1-100 quickly scrolled on the screen.

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced around. Compared with a dinner party, this place is more like a missionary site, or a cult.

"state--"

After a heavy blow, Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the screen.

"Number 6! Guests who live in Room 6 are invited to come up to the stage to accept the award—"

"Ha!" Kurosawa Hideaki sneered shortly, "Operation in secret."

"Itakura is still sleeping." Toru Amuro walked towards the stage, but was stopped by Kurosawa Hideaki just two steps away.

"I'll go." Kurosawa Hideaki pulled Amuro Toru back, and then quickly rushed to Miyaji Iki, as if he was afraid of being robbed of the opportunity.

"I'm number 6!"

"Let's congratulate this lucky gentleman!" Miyaji Iki handed over the cigarette case.

Kurosawa Hideaki has been observing the expression of Miyaji Iki, and found that he actually doesn't know who lives in Room 6.

Perhaps the only one who really knows that Taku Itakura is in room 6 is Nagai Takashi.

Kurosawa Hideaki stepped off the stage amidst the booing with a cigarette case in hand, gestured to Toru Amuro, and the two quickly left the banquet and went back upstairs.

The cigarette case was put on the table by Kurosawa Hideaki without even opening it.

"Why don't you open it and have a look?" Toru Amuro asked.

"It's nothing, it's probably hallucinogens in it, maybe poison."

"poison?"

"Nagai Takashi wanted to kill Itakura Taku, there is no doubt about it." Kurosawa Hideaki reminded, "Did you notice the food at the dinner just now?"

Toru Amuro answered immediately. "It's all sandwiches and pastries, and there are no forks and chopsticks in the cutlery area at the dinner party, only china plates."

"Yes, this is not normal hospitality at all, and it is not in line with Takashi Nagai's style of showing his perfect etiquette and social status. It means that if you want to eat, you have to use your hands." Hideaki Kurosawa said He made a gesture of unfolding the paper, and then pretended to pick up a small sandwich and put it in his mouth.

"Look, isn't this his modus operandi? If Itakura Zhuo still has the habit of licking his fingers after eating, then even if the emergency doctor comes, it will be useless."

Kurosawa Hideaki walked to the sofa and sat down, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "But I have a new idea after observing Miyaji Iki up close. Do you think Miyaji Iki's eyebrows and eyes are a bit like Miyagawa-san? "

Toru Amuro closed his eyes and thought for a while, then nodded uncertainly, "It's a little bit, but it doesn't explain anything."

"Hmm..." Kurosawa Hideaki responded with a drawn-out voice, then nestled on the sofa and closed his eyes to fall asleep.

"I thought I could really have a happy vacation, but I didn't expect that I only drank a cup of coffee and only ate half of the meal at the end of the day, and the incident was like this."

"That's it?" Amuro took out the compressed biscuit in his bag, broke open half and stuffed it into Kurosawa Hideaki's hand, "Hydrogen, purified drugs, attempted murder, software that threatens national security. What else do you want to encounter?" ?”

Kurosawa Hideaki weakly took a bite of the compressed biscuit, hey...it's so unpalatable, I should have ordered a sandwich from below.

To be honest, he still prefers bombing, which is more exciting.

Why can't there be more bombers who want to bomb the Metropolitan Police Department?

"Hey..." Kurosawa Hideaki sighed again, Shitaka Nagai, you have to fight hard!

You have committed so many crimes, this dose of smuggled drugs must be a death sentence.

No more than a little bit, anyway, people can't die twice, you work hard!

Why don't you even show your face, you have to stand up and provoke a policeman like him!

Let your mind run wild!Show your authority!

Show off a little narcissistic personality disorder momentum!

"Coward!" Kurosawa Hideaki scolded angrily with a mouthful of compressed biscuits, "Nagai Takashi, coward!"

Toru Amuro:  …

"If patients with narcissistic personality disorder have a chat room, they will probably dislike you for lowering everyone's grade." Kurosawa Hideaki choked on the dry biscuit crumbs, angrily hammered the armrest of the sofa, and cursed again Nagai Takashi.

"No wonder you can only be an organization's minion without a code name. How can you get promoted and raise your salary like this!"

Toru Amuro took a bite of the compressed biscuit, and felt that seeing Kurosawa Hideaki angry was actually a very interesting thing.

"It will be over after dawn, what else do you have to do quickly, Nagai Takashi!" Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the half cup of scented tea that was already completely cold, and the cold tea made the biscuit crumbs stuck in his throat smooth into the stomach pouch.

"Don't drink something that's too cold." Toru Amuro put down the half-eaten biscuit in his hand, got up and boiled water to make tea.

This time he only boiled the pure water to about 80 degrees, then poured it on the tea bag, and after brewing, he brought the large cup of scented tea close to Kurosawa Hideaki's cup, and mixed the cold water with hot water. .

Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the teacup and took a sip. It was just at the temperature of the mouth, and it was delicious.

He drank half a glass in one gulp, and finally swallowed the compressed biscuit so dry that it scratched his throat.

Kurosawa Hideaki exhaled lightly, feeling a little calmer, "Thank you..."

"Need not."

"what-----!"

Shouts pierced the silence of the residential area.

Kurosawa Hideaki stood up, grabbed Toru Amuro and rushed out, "Go! It's not far away!"

When the two came to the place where the sound came from, they saw the maid Ms. Miyagawa sitting on the ground in a state of embarrassment, with sandwiches and coffee stacked on the dinner plate scattered all over the floor.

Kurosawa Hideaki followed Miyagawa's line of sight to room No. 60. A middle-aged man in his [-]s and [-]s fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. His hands pressed his neck, looking in disbelief.

"Father?" Keito Nagai, who didn't know when he arrived, cried out, and then couldn't wait to rush in.

Kurosawa Hideaki reached out to stop him, and then blocked the door.

"No one is allowed in!"

He and Toru Amuro looked at each other, and the two walked into the room one after the other. Kurosawa Hideaki took out the gloves used for cutting cigarettes and put them on, looked at Nagai Takashi's eyelids, and smelt the smell in his mouth.

"Cyanide poisoning, presumed time of death within 30 minutes."

"Mr. Nagai, all the tasks you mentioned have been completed, number 6—number 6?!" Miyaji Iki looked at Kurosawa Hideaki and exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

"What? Could it be that I'm the one who fell on the ground to make you more satisfied?" Kurosawa Hideaki pinched the edges of his fingertips, pulled off the gloves, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Stay still, my dear suspects, the trial has begun."