Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki waited for a while, until Akai Shuichi disappeared from sight before relaxing his back,

"Okay." He turned to look at Toru Amuro, "Sorry, special circumstances."

"You know him." Amuro was sure, he grabbed Kurosawa Hideaki's wrist with his backhand, "Why do you know him?"

"Hmm..." Kurosawa Hideaki avoided Amuro's gaze.

The person in front of him was short of breath, his eyebrows were pressed down, his chest instinctively puffed up, and his lips were straightened.This is what happens when you suppress intense anger.

He was angry.

Toru Amuro suddenly took a deep breath, and then slowly let go of Kurosawa Hideaki's wrist.

The scene of Zhu Fu Jingguang's death in front of his eyes was still vivid in his mind, and it was hard for him to control his emotions when he saw the murderer.

"Sorry, I'm so excited. Does he know that Jing Guang is still alive?"

——Did Jing Guang be saved by him?

"he does not know."

--no.

Kurosawa Hideaki replied, "At present, there are only three people who know that Jing Guang is alive. Besides us, there is another informant I organized. That informant is the one who saved Jing Guang."

"As for the man just now, he is an FBI. When I was still in the United States, I had a relationship with him once. I avoided him because, um... I lied to his girlfriend."

Kurosawa Hideaki said, taking a step back.Toru Amuro couldn't ask any more questions.

If he was asked who the informant was, would he tell Amuro Toru that the gin driving the Porsche 356A was his informant?

so funny.

The preliminary preparations are not enough now, no one will believe that Gin Jiu is an undercover agent, but it will make him suspicious.

run.

Stay in a hotel tonight.

You can go from [-]-chome to [-]-chome on the opposite side through the alley between these two buildings.

There is a general product company on No. [-] Street, and there are many hotels and guesthouses next to it, and you can just pick one for a night.

"I'm leaving."

Kurosawa Hideaki took three steps back, seeing that Toru Amuro didn't respond, he immediately became bold, turned around and left, and then bumped into someone in the dark alley.

"Tsk, don't you look at the road?"

The middle-aged man was holding a case of beer and looked at Kurosawa Hideaki cursingly, then turned sideways unnaturally, and then intensified the case of beer on the unloading point, and the bottles collided with each other, making harsh sounds.

"Hurry up, don't affect my work."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked very tired.

"What are you looking at! Bad luck." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand, intending to push Kurosawa Hideaki.

Amuro took a step forward and clamped the middle-aged man's wrist. Before he could say anything, Kurosawa Hideaki took out brand-new handcuffs from his pocket, stepped forward quickly, and put the handcuffs on with a "click". On the middle-aged man's wrist.

"Intend to assault the police and obstruct the police's official duties, you have been arrested!"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, then struggled violently, "You bunch of lackeys of the government! Do you only do this kind of bullshit with taxpayers' money?"

"Kurosawa..." Toru Amuro hesitated to speak, "This way..."

it's not good?

"There's nothing wrong with it." Kurosawa Hideaki forcefully grabbed the middle-aged man's hand and locked it in handcuffs, "Or do you prefer the charge of attempted murder?"

The middle-aged man twitched, and his bloodshot eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, "What attempted murder! I didn't intend to kill you at all, you spit blood! I want a lawyer!"

"I never make mistakes." Kurosawa Hideaki forcefully dragged him upright, "If you have anything to say, just tell me at the police station, if I blame you wrongly, then I will voluntarily resign as a police officer. "

"Kurosawa?" Toru Amuro didn't quite understand.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked into his suspicious eyes, "As a witness, you come with me."

"Okay, I'll drive." Amuro took out the car keys, "Wait here for me."

Kurosawa Hideaki responded, then took out his gun and pointed at the middle-aged man's head, "Squat down facing the wall and don't move."

Five minutes later, Toru Amuro parked his car at a parking spot not far from the entrance of the alley.

Kurosawa Hideaki escorted the prisoner into the car, and the three came to the police station.

"Just go directly to the criminal class. The charge of attempted murder is enough."

Toru Amuro hesitated to speak, although he believed in Kurosawa Hideaki's judgment very much, but Kurosawa Hideaki's current appearance really looks like a policeman who arrests people randomly after being drunk.

Forget it, if you really caught the wrong one, let Kazami Yuya finish it off.

"You're doubting me." Kurosawa Hideaki glared at Toru Amuro, "I told you I never make mistakes, just wait."

"—Officer Kurosawa." After receiving the news, Mumu Police Department had already been waiting at the elevator door, "Is this the prisoner who attempted murder?"

"I don't, less blood spitting!" The middle-aged man didn't react so violently at first, "I need a lawyer."

"After my interrogation is over, you can think about whether you want a lawyer!" Kurosawa Hideaki didn't give the man a chance to defend himself, "Where is the interrogation room?"

"Ah... over there." The Mugure Police Department felt that the situation was a bit wrong. Although Kurosawa Hideaki usually doesn't listen to people, he would never do anything that would make the police officers feel abrupt.

Is there no one you care about in the criminal class?

You have never been so cruel and ruthless to us before.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked to the interrogation room with the Megure police department who was reflecting on himself, and then took off the handcuffs of the middle-aged man, locked him on the chair, and skillfully turned on the camera on one tripod.

After doing all this, he seemed to remember something.

"I still need someone to be the recorder, that's just... Takagi."

It is obviously inappropriate for a police department to be its own recorder.

"Takagi—" Mumu Police Department called to the office, but luckily Takagi worked overtime today.

As for why Kurosawa Hideaki knew that Takagi was working overtime today, this is not something he needs to care about.

Get used to it, but it's nothing more than being seen through the work schedule.

Mu Moshisan sincerely hoped that there would be no police officers with indiscreet private life in the Criminal Division.

After all, if Kurosawa Hideaki, who is in a bad mood, finds out which hotel he stayed in yesterday in front of all his colleagues, then the person concerned may have to escape from the criminal class overnight and never come back.

"Okay." Megure Police Department looked at Toru Amuro who was standing aside, "You are..."

"Officer Kuize said that I was a witness to this incident and insisted that I come with him, haha."

Enthusiastic citizen Toru Amuro scratched the side of his face, "After all, it was Mr. Kurosawa who said it. Although I don't know what happened, I think it's better to follow along, in case it will help the case."

Mumu Police Department was speechless for a while.

"Forget it, you can stand here with me to see the situation first, and Police Officer Kurosawa will call you in later if necessary."

The side wall of the interrogation room is a single gray glass.

The scene inside can be clearly seen from the outside, but the outside cannot be seen from the inside.

An LCD TV is hung on the edge of this piece of glass, which shows the scenes recorded by Kurosawa Hideaki's camera.

The camera is facing the prisoner's face, and will not miss any expression of the speaker.

"Speaking of which, it's the first time I've watched Police Officer Kurosawa interrogate. Before that, he almost never interrogated others, saying that he didn't like that kind of feeling." Police Department Mu Mu looked at Hei Ze, who had not made any other movements in the glass, with his chin up. Ze Xiuming.

"I don't know how the suspect offended him."

Amuro laughed twice, probably it was not the suspect who offended Kurosawa Hideaki, but his questioning in the alley.

"Snapped--"

A slight sound came from the loudspeaker of the LCD TV, and Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly turned on the switch of the strong desk lamp on the table, and then lifted the neck of the desk lamp, letting the incandescent light shine directly on the face of the middle-aged man.

All the expressions of the middle-aged man were immediately exposed.

Kurosawa Hideaki slightly relaxed his back and leaned on the back of the chair, "I'll give you 30 seconds to confess yourself, and start counting now."

"thirty--"

Takagi swallowed under the tense atmosphere deliberately created by Kurosawa Hideaki.

"25--"

The middle-aged man immediately became nervous under the countdown. He didn't dare to look directly at the lamp or the camera, so he could only stare at the table.

How to do?

"fifteen--"

Kurosawa Hideaki was reporting the count unhurriedly while watching all the expressions of this man.

The man is obviously not very good at controlling his face, and the inner side of his eyebrows are pulled up slightly, which shows that he is flustered and maybe even a little guilty.

His hands were clasped tightly, but the thumb of his right hand was rubbing against the knuckles of his left thumb.

He was extremely anxious and couldn't think of any way to get out.

"The time is up." Kurosawa Hideaki stopped back, feeling a little regretful, "The reason you could have avoided prison is because you didn't cherish this opportunity."

He motioned Takagi to open the record file, and then firmly reported the man's name.

"Otake Koji."

"Why -" Otake Koji suddenly looked down at his truck driver uniform, his name tag was exposed from a corner of the chest pocket of his jacket, he gasped twice, and remained silent.

"Otake Koji, 45 years old, male, 178cm in height, an employee of the product company, responsible for delivering drinks to the restaurant, the truck is not yours, you have a private car, and it is parked near the restaurant, so that when you commit the crime tomorrow Use, am I right?"

The muscles on Otake Koji's face shook twice quickly, "No."

Takagi sat next to Kurosawa Hideaki and wrote quickly.

"Look at your overtired face, if you deliberately hit someone tomorrow, you will definitely be sentenced to fatigue driving."

Kurosawa Hideaki stood up suddenly, pressed the incandescent lamp aimed at Koji Otake into a normal angle, and slowed down his voice, "Can you tell me who you want to kill? You haven't done anything yet, just confess, the police I will commute your sentence as appropriate, and I hope you will not waste this opportunity I gave you."

Otake Hiroji was taken aback by this sudden gentleness, and he nodded blankly.

"Okay, Officer Takagi, let's go out for a while and let him think about it by himself."

"Okay." Takagi replied, anyway, no matter what Police Officer Kurosawa said, he just had to do it.

After leaving the interrogation room, Kurosawa Hideaki saw a group of police officers surrounding the LCD TV.

The group of people turned their faces away unnaturally the moment they saw Kurosawa Hideaki, and pushed back to their workstations.

Megure Police Department skillfully rescued his colleagues, "Judging from Otake Koji's expression, he is indeed a criminal who attempted murder."

"Of course." Kurosawa Hideaki pulled out an insurance policy from his pocket, "Look, he bought it for himself."

"Where did this come from?" Megure Police Department took the thick insurance policy and glanced at the beneficiary, "Accidental injury insurance, the beneficiary is Otake Hiromi?"

"Cough... I took it from his pocket when I came by car just now, it's not important."

Kurosawa Hideaki said vaguely and quickly, "The important thing is that he bought the highest share of accidental injury insurance. The price of this policy is not low, and an ordinary deliveryman can't afford it at all."

"He dares to do this, which means he knows that his investment will definitely pay off." Toru Amuro answered.

"Yes." Kurosawa Hideaki responded, "Otake Koji wants to murder someone through a car accident. The best situation is to find out who he wants to kill and what the motive is for the murder."

If Otake Koji is unwilling to say it, then he may have to use the method he least likes.

"But anyway, this is against the rules. After all, this prisoner has not committed a crime." Megure Police Department looked at Kurosawa Hideaki, who was not guilty at all, "Forget it this time, I will bear it."

"No, when I wrote the report, I said it was the person you have been eyeing for a long time. If you have to mention me, just say that you asked me to interrogate. Anyway, I can't write the report. As for the credit or something , just write it in your name."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and glanced at his watch nonchalantly. After 10 minutes, Otake Koji should have thought about it.

"Come on, Takagi, continue."

Kurosawa Hideaki opened the door of the interrogation room, and this time he did not intentionally make any movements that would make Otake Koji feel oppressed.

After sitting down, he looked Otake Koji straight in the eyes and asked, "Have you thought about it yet?"

"I--"

"Think about it carefully, does your wife really need the money you exchanged for your life? She would want a living husband who can accompany her more than the compensation from the insurance company, right?"

"Don't be afraid. If you are threatened, you can ask the Police Department for help. You have a daughter who is only 10 years old. She cannot live without a father."

Otake Koji was stunned, he let out a loud sob, lowered his head in frustration, "I said."

Takagi breathed a sigh of relief, but he must not offend Police Officer Kurosawa...

As long as he wants, no one has privacy in front of him.

"I'm listening." Kurosawa Hideaki leaned forward, which was the most relaxing posture of a listener.

"They threatened me that if I didn't do it, they would kill my family, I didn't have a choice."

Otake Koji sobbed in a low voice, trembling all over his body, he could restrain the instinct of his body exuded by fear only by tightly grasping the edge of the interrogation chair.

"I can only buy this insurance. If I die, at least I can leave a lot of money to my wife and children."

"Well, I understand, don't be afraid, the police will send someone to protect your family." Kurosawa Hideaki lowered his voice and guided as gently as possible, "Who are you going to kill?"

"I don't know him, but the person who told me said—" Otake Koji clenched his hands into fists, until his knuckles turned white.

"He said that it was a person with thick eyebrows, a beard, and a toothpick in his mouth when he walked. I would recognize him as soon as I saw him. This person will appear at the phone booth at No. 18, Mihuacho [-]-chome tomorrow morning. On the edge, I just need to find a chance to hit it."

"Sorry……"

Otake Koji broke down and cried, his lips trembled, and the guilt submerged him like half of the sea.

"I'm really sorry, but I have no other choice, and he sent me a picture of my daughter walking out of the school gate after school."

"It's okay, you did a great job, it's over."

Kurosawa Hideaki stepped forward, unlocked the lock on Otake Hiroshi's second-hand foot, pulled Takagi Tsutomu and walked outside.

After leaving the door of the interrogation room, he asked, "Do you know the person he said?"

"Ah, yes, that's my senior, named Itahang, and he's at the police station now."

"Call him over."

"Sorry." Toru Amuro interrupted suddenly, "Is there anything else I need to do? If not, I have to leave first, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly remembered that this was an undercover agent who worked five jobs, "I'm sorry, please go to Megure's side to take notes."

The high that the alcohol gave was gone, and Kurosawa was starting to feel a little dizzy.

After all, the sweetness of coffee cannot replace coffee. This kind of cocktail can only make him get rid of his psychological dependence on coffee for a while, and cannot keep him awake all the time.

"Yo! Megure Police Department."

The moment this somewhat rough voice sounded, Toru Amuro turned and hid in the corner.

"Strange, I saw a familiar figure from the back just now." The man with the toothpick in his mouth began to probe the corner of the wall, "Who was that just now?"

"It's the witness of the case I met today. Hello, I'm Kurosawa Hideaki." Kurosawa reached out his hand, took Datehang's, and forcibly drew his attention to himself.

Just now Toru Amuro suddenly said that he wanted to take notes and leave early, not because he had to go to work tomorrow, but because the Date Air who appeared now was his acquaintance.

He was still on an undercover mission and couldn't be recognized for the time being, so he wanted to leave early.

"I met someone who was ordered to murder you." Kurosawa Hideaki let go of Datehang's hand, "Are you performing any particularly dangerous missions recently? Or have you offended someone?"

"Ah, this." Date Hang glanced at Takagi who was standing behind him, "There is indeed a tracking mission, and I have been watching it for five days, but in terms of substantial progress...the only thing is this."

He took out his work account and opened it sideways, but he didn't hand it to Kurosawa Hideaki.

"How do I know you are trustworthy?"

"It's good to be skeptical." Kurosawa Hideaki didn't care too much, he was used to being suspicious since a long time ago, "You can show Takagi."

Date stared at Kurosawa Hideaki's face for a while, and suddenly laughed heartily, "Just kidding, how could I doubt the bright lights of the Japanese police circle! There was a meeting against you some time ago, but that kind of I don’t know how to say words, but if I want to be praised, I have to take practical actions.”

"I don't have one." Kurosawa Hideaki defended, and took the notebook handed over by Date, "Who cares about such insincere words."

"Yes, yes~" Datehang responded with a smile, not taking Kurosawa Hideaki's defense to heart at all. Psychologists have said that children who lack love will be easily shy and at a loss when facing a straight ball.

Speaking of which, there are actually quite a few people with this kind of character in the police academy, at least none of them were in that year, and they were all quite lively.

There is a string of numbers on the handbook, starting with the word * and ending with #.

Things in this format look a long time ago, and it can make people dream back to the last century.

"How is it? Can you understand?" Date Kou patted Kurosawa Hideaki on the shoulder.

"Yes—" Kurosawa Hideaki tensed up, leaned back slightly unnaturally, and quickly said the answer, "It's the format of sending messages from telephone booths and BB machines in the early years, and you can figure it out by referring to the information table."

"Sunday, 12:5 p.m. Mihuacho 6-[-], wait by the window with Poirot in red tie."

"Oh! Sounds good." Date Hang was not stingy with his praise, "It is indeed a shining light."

Kurosawa Hideaki muttered uncomfortably, "It's just common sense that everyone knows."

Can this be praised?

The Metropolitan Police Department doesn't want to hold all meetings!

No wonder those police officers looked at him so strangely just now, isn't it strange that there is a problem?

"Do you have any misunderstanding of common sense?" Date Hang raised his hand and hooked Takagi's shoulder, "I'm going to take him to make a great contribution on Sunday."

"Hey..." Takagi smiled embarrassedly.

"Speaking of which, the person you caught today..." Itahang looked towards the interrogation room beside the corridor, where Otake Koji was still receiving psychological guidance.

Kurosawa Hideaki followed his gaze, "He wants to murder you. I suggest that you bring more people with you when you go to this place tomorrow, or simply give up. The other party has obviously found that you are following and stalking. Might cancel the deal, rather than make the trip and get hurt, just don't go."

"Haha, speaking of it, you looked really good dismantling the bomb in the parking lot of the Metropolitan Police Department. You knew that cutting the red wire might shatter your body, but you still stayed alone. Why?"

Datehang lightly picked the toothpick in his mouth.

"If it were you, you would have tracked it down to the end. This is the nature of the police."

Kurosawa Hideaki's expression turned cold, "It's up to you, anyway, I have already reminded you."

He stared at Itahang, and suddenly thought of Amuro Toru's sad look after seeing Zhu Fu Jingguang's death in the game cg.

Friends, is it important to people like them?

After all, I have known each other for so long, much longer than I have known him.

After a while, Kurosawa Hideaki choked out a sentence, "If you want to go, bring more people with you, because there are still people you want to see who haven't met, right?"

"Ah - thank you." Itahang thought of the back that disappeared in a hurry just now, and suddenly felt blessed, "You two have a good relationship."

"Normal." Kurosawa Hideaki turned his face away, and said reluctantly, "I'm going back, forget all the messy words in your head!"

After he finished speaking, he left the Metropolitan Police Department as if fleeing without giving Datehang a chance to answer.

The Metropolitan Police Department is terrible, so don't come here if there is no need in the future, but there is also Yuya Kazami at the Public Security Bureau.

Ahhhhh!

Kurosawa Hideaki broke down and rubbed his hair, so why did he have a meeting on "how to get along with him" if he said it was okay!

Are the more than 3000 homicides in Japan not enough for your headaches a year?

Kurosawa Hideaki stopped a taxi, "Go to the hotel next to the Sanchome Bussan Company."

"For accommodation, it should be fully booked at this time." The enthusiastic taxi driver said, "There should be a five-star hotel next to Mihua Park. Although it is a bit small, the facilities are all up to standard. You are going to ?"

"it is good."

There is no other choice but to go here.

Five-star is worthy of five-star, the mattress is too soft, when people sleep on it, they feel like they are trapped in clouds.

Kurosawa Hideaki almost overslept, but the alarm clock next to the bed woke him up.

Today is Sunday, no work.

[-]-chome is not far from [-]-chome, and it is also a good choice to go home by bus.

Kurosawa Hideaki fed the pigeons in Mihua Park after breakfast, and then got stuck at the last second when the bus arrived at the stop.

"Ah—Mr. Kurosawa!"

"Really! It's Mr. Mingdeng!"

Several children sitting at the back of the bus discussed excitedly.

Kurosawa Hideaki paid the money, walked around the two strange men in ski suits in front of him, looked at the passengers in the car, and met the man sitting at the end with a mask who kept coughing.

The long lower lashes...

Akai Shuichi?Wear sunglasses next time in camouflage, these eyes are so iconic.

It's almost an ID card like Belmode's perfume.

Gin is not around today, there is no risk of his relationship with his brother being exposed, and the only seat in the entire car is the last row.

As Kurosawa Hideaki walked towards the last row, he turned his head and glanced at the two men in ski suits seemingly involuntarily.

That's nice, the car has--

Two FBIs with guns, one Belmode with guns, one shrunken Kudo Shinichi, one doctor of physics with a cold, and three unlucky robbers.

Ah, and him, even though he doesn't go to work today, he is a policeman anyway.

Kurosawa Hideaki smiled and looked at Akai Shuichi, "Can I sit next to you? This gentleman with 13 stars."