Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki sat at the top, looking down, he could see the expressions of the police officers in the dim environment.

They whispered and whispered to each other, and the divisions between departments were very clear.

The spy screening began when Kuroda asked who would ghostwrite his report.

Those who can become public security police are the best part of the police.

The smarter people are, the stronger their desire to control. They are used to controlling the progress of all things within a controllable range. The unknown is the greatest horror for them.

Once someone jumps out and wants to be the ghostwriter of his report, he will become a suspect of spying by the Public Security Bureau this time.

This kind of screening is obvious, and simple behavior analysis is now a compulsory course for police officers.

Therefore, no one is willing to stand up and act as a ghostwriter for him at the risk of being suspected.

and so……

"Director, I won't—"

"—I'll write it!" Kazami Yuya immediately stood up and interrupted, "As the direct subordinate of Police Officer Kurosawa, I should be responsible for this kind of thing."

Kuroda didn't speak, just looked at him silently.

"I can too."

"Me too."

"It's just a report. It's a piece of cake for us intelligence workers, and I can do it too."

Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes widened in astonishment, more than half of the people in the conference hall stood up, why?

Are these people not afraid of being suspected?

"Hmph." Heihei Kuroda snorted, and then handed over the choice to Hideaki Kurosawa, "You choose yourself."

"Okay, chairman." Kurosawa Hideaki stood up and walked down.

The conference hall is stepped, with a total of four aisles, and each aisle is divided into 8 seats, and four seats form a group.

The sound of leather shoes falling on the wooden floor was not slow, almost every second, full of pressure.

Creating a sense of oppression through rhythmic dull sounds is an old-fashioned way.

Generally speaking, the public security police are not afraid of this deliberately created sense of oppression. Those engaged in intelligence have their own unique methods of resisting interrogation. Potentially screwed.

The reason why he knew that it might not be useful or whether he would use it was because he was likely to see the suspect's snort and anxious face.

At least eight people showed similar expressions, Kurosawa Hideaki wrote down their names, and then returned to the director and sat down.

"How is it? Have you chosen?"

"I've chosen." Kurosawa Hideaki pursed his lips, and looked at the group of people sitting on the far right side of the conference hall, who had been silent all this time, "I want to choose one from zero."

As soon as the words fell, whispers in the conference hall immediately rang out.

Zero, the elite of the public security police, isn't it inappropriate for one of these people to do something like write a report?

"Officer Kurosawa, please choose one of us, 'Chiyoda' has other things to do."

Chiyoda, another name for Group Zero.

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately looked at the person who spoke. He remembered this person's name, among the eight people who showed contemptuous expressions just now, it was... Nishizono Kazu.

His words were not immediately echoed loudly by other police officers.

But judging from the expressions on everyone's faces, it was obvious that he disagreed with his decision to choose a person from the zero group to write the report.

"I'll do it." Jiang Guling said, "Everyone sit down, I'll just write."

"Thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki thanked immediately.

"I believe some people should have heard that I participated in such an operation when I was 18 years old. That time, although the spies were caught, I also suffered from mental illness in this basement."

He leaned back on the chair calmly, put his hands under the table, and clasped his left and right hands tightly, so that he could restrain the instinct of constantly trembling limbs.

In front of this group of police officers, he had to be calm and composed, not showing even a little physical fear, otherwise it would make his words unconvincing.

But in order to maintain unity in a closed situation and reduce the slight dissatisfaction that arose during the selection just now, he had to speak out about it himself.

"Because 'writing a behavioral analysis report' and 'closing report' are likely to make me sick, and when I get sick, I will very likely have sensory loss, and may even suffocate.

So I don't have direct access to these.Trouble everyone, thank you. "

These words are both honest and beautiful, no one would have the heart to blame this young man sitting on the chair.

Honesty is the most valuable quality here, and this quality is enough to impress anyone.

"Okay." Kuroda Hei said, "I have already selected a candidate for a meeting about the issue of Kurosawa. Kazama, after that, you will send the recording of the meeting that day to all the police officers."

ah?This is unnecessary, right?

As soon as Kurosawa Hideaki opened his mouth, he was forced to close it, because Kurodabei didn't give him a chance to speak at all.As if knowing that he was looking for an opportunity to stop him, the director quickly pressed the projector switch, and the content of this case appeared on the screen.

Those were three pairs of mothers and children, and the panic of these three pairs of mothers and children was revealed to everyone through black and white surveillance cameras.

"Daddy will come and save us, won't he?"

One of the little girls looked hopefully at the woman who was spreading out the blanket, "It's too cold here, I want to go home."

"We can't go home now, so let's have some bento." The woman took out the convenience bento bought in the supermarket, unpacked it, and brought it to the child. "Just give me what you can't eat, don't waste it."

This is a pretty strong mother, she was scared to death, but she didn't show the slightest bit in front of her children.

Many people couldn't bear to look any further, they looked away and looked at the director.

"This is the target of being taken hostage this time. The husbands of these three pairs of mother and son are all police officers. One of them is a spy we sent to the United States of Sharon, named Seiji Nozawa. Now his identity has been exposed. Ben This operation focuses on rescue.

All participants in this operation are kindly requested to stay in the basement until the end of this operation.Chiyoda will be dispatched after obtaining the address of the hostages. As for Fuguya, you will stay and protect Kurosawa. "

"Yes."

After receiving Furutani's answer, Kuroda Hei immediately reduced the size of the surveillance video, and then put other materials in the vacant space——

A set of photos of the crime scene.

"The dead man in the photo is familiar to everyone in the image intelligence analysis room. He died in the line of duty on June 6, and the reason is obvious. The prisoner killed the best of you in order to prevent us from deducing the location of the hostage quickly. the one."

Kuroda called up the file of this document, "There is no evidence left at the scene. The murderer left traces of violent interrogation on the body of the deceased, and then wrung his neck. He didn't even leave any evidence at the scene." A bullet casing."

When the director said this, he was silent for a while, and then sneered, "Facts have proved that the more excellent a policeman is, the more troublesome he is when he becomes a criminal. Of course, at the moment when he betrayed his belief, he is not a part of the policeman." member."

"The murderer's dominant hand is the right hand." Kurosawa Hideaki stood up and walked to the front of the curtain, which is also close to Furutani Rei's seat. If he suddenly fell ill, at least one trustworthy person would catch him.

He pulled out the retractable pointer in the pen holder in front of the curtain and shook it off, and pressed the infrared button to enlarge the knot that bound the dead.

"The prisoner has a strong desire for control. You can see by zooming in on the knot. This is a method where the more you struggle, the tighter the knot. There are many kinds of knots that can achieve this effect, but the prisoner chose the most insulting one." kind.

This kind of knot is generally used when hunting and tying livestock.The religion believed in the United States of Sharon often uses this kind of knot to tie livestock for sacrifice when sacrifices are needed.This method can be said to be the prisoner's provocation to the Public Security Bureau, and it can also be understood as the prisoner's surrender to the new belief. "

Duo——

Kurosawa Hideaki pressed the switch button at the bottom of the pointer, and the screen was switched to the face of the deceased.

"Judging from the strangle marks on the neck of the deceased, the murderer suffocated the victim rhythmically to interrogate him. This interrogation method lasted at least four times. The bruises were dark purple in color and were larger than the size of the rope. Longitudinal section width."

He magnified the bruise with some purple corpse spots, and placed the long metal pointer in his hand across his neck.

"The killer's pulling force was around 180 kilograms, which is rarely achieved by intelligence personnel."

"Huh—" The public security policemen sitting below breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they were not violent criminals and searched the policemen of the third department. Seeing a colleague who died in such a miserable state would inevitably cause tremendous psychological pressure.

"But——" Kurosawa Hideaki lightly tapped the curtain with the pointer, recalling everyone's slack thoughts, "From the pulling force, the prisoner's weight can be inferred. The prisoner is an adult male with a height of 60-65 kg, and his height is between 175-178" between."

The people in the conference room immediately began to chat with each other:

"what?"

"Wouldn't that make almost everyone a suspect?"

"How to find this?"

"Do you want to interrogate one by one?"

"It's not feasible. The hostages can't wait that long. Takata's children are still inside. We can't abandon them."

"Will Kurosawa have any other options?"

"I don't know, this situation is difficult even for a genius, right? There are too few clues, and the prisoner has also been trained in anti-investigation by the police, so he can be regarded as a genius."

"We haven't found anything after searching for so long, Kurosawa finally gave us the direction."

Kuroda Hei glanced at Kurosawa Hideaki, then tapped on the table with his fingers, "——Quiet!"

The sound of conversation died away immediately.

Kurosawa Hideaki switched the screen to the face of the deceased.The deceased twisted his drooping cervical spine, and his eyes wide open facing the camera immediately appeared in front of everyone.

Several police officers gasped and turned their heads away, unable to bear to look any further.

Kurosawa Hideaki pursed his lips, then raised his voice and said, "Please take a look at the deceased's eyeballs, there are tiny stab marks on them."

"The marks won't be from glass, scratches from glass and sharp objects will look more decisive than the current one, and because the wound is deeper, the color will be more red."

"The wound was caused by a sharp nail wrapped in plastic wrap. Please see fixed point 16."

Kurosawa Hideaki turned the live photo to the position where No. 16 was placed.

"There is a roll of plastic wrap that has been torn up here. Obviously, this was not originally in this house. The murderer bought plastic wrap in a supermarket and brought it here."

"The stab-like scar on the victim's eyeball was only 4-5mm. This mark shows that the prisoner did not slide his finger on the victim's eyeball. Her nails are only 4-5mm wide."

"The prisoner who killed the victim has an accomplice, and this accomplice is a woman. Her height is between 160-165, her weight is unknown, but it is expected to not exceed 120 catties. They may be a couple, trust each other, and go to school. Get over the bed."

As Kurosawa Hideaki's voice fell, the conference room fell into absolute silence.

After a few seconds of silence, most people let out a short exclamation.

Kurosawa Hideaki tightly grasped the corner of the table where Furutani Rei was huddled, until his knuckles turned white.

"Zero, there seems to be something wrong with him." Another team member beside Jiang Gu said softly.

"Yes, he usually doesn't explain it so clearly. This time, he seemed to be afraid that he would never be able to say it again." Fugu Rei looked at Kurosawa Hideaki's slender fingers, and then looked away .

Kurosawa Hideaki heard the communication between the two of them, but did not move at all.

He maintained a posture, took a deep breath, and continued: "The eight who received the text message in 5 minutes, stay here. The case needs your help. I will go to the toilet."

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly put away the pointer, then trotted and pushed the door out, the cool air in the basement corridor was poured into the lungs, immediately making the feeling of nausea and heart palpitations disappear.

After entering the toilet, he washed his face at the sink again, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

The silver-white forehead hair was a little wet, and strands were knotted together.His eyes were a little red, as if he had stared hard at someone.

"Zi-Zi-Zi-"

The slight electric sound rang in the ear like a hallucination.

Then the long-lost, glowing blue system screen lit up in front of his eyes.

Name: Hideaki Kurosawa

Identity: Supervisory Special Agent (Senior Special Detective) of the Police Planning Division of the National Police Agency

Ability: Control people's hearts lv3

How could it jump out now, what is the trigger mechanism of this thing?

"boom--"

Rei Furutani knocked open the door of the toilet and rushed to Hideaki Kurosawa, "Are you okay? The safe where the guns were stored was hacked, one of the guns inside was lost, and all the other pistols of the same model were taken away." Magazines, the prisoner is likely to be against you.

From now on, stay with me! "