Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki opened the car window to let the afternoon wind with the smell of the sun pour into the car. The two-seater Mazda sports car has excellent speed and performance, and can easily reach the speed that ordinary business cars cannot reach.

"Can you go faster?" Kurosawa Hideaki waved at the driver of a commercial vehicle that was overtaken by them, "How about passing the one in front?"

"No, it's time for the traffic police to go to work." Toru Amuro controlled the speed of the car within the range allowed by the road traffic law, "You don't want to come out of the Public Security Committee of the Police Department and report to the Metropolitan Police Department, right?"

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered reluctantly, "Before I knew it, it's already July... It's been more than a month since I returned to China."

The scenery outside the car window was changing rapidly, and Kurosawa Hideaki was lying on the side of the car window, looking at the road that gradually became less populated.

After this incident, he had a little doubt about his illness.

Hadn't paid much attention to it before, but those symptoms should have been easy to trigger before he woke up in that tub.

Although I don't remember the specific frequency, judging from the cases recorded in previous books, it usually recurs regularly every 20-30 days.

After waking up from that bathtub, he spent more than a month of excitement and tension.There were many flashback scenes in this month, but he didn't get sick until Miyaji Iki committed suicide.

Judging from the results, his condition improved significantly after waking up from that bathtub, but any improvement in mental illness will not happen for no reason.

Either there was something wrong with the tub he woke up in, or there was something wrong with the fact that he "suicided".

From a logical point of view, it is more likely that there is a problem with "suicide".

After Kurosawa Hideaki thought about it, he hesitated and said, "I think... I should go back to the United States to have a look."

"You have to report to the director when you go abroad, and you must be accompanied by at least three people."

Toru Amuro shifted the gear skillfully and parked the car on a slope.

"All the police are afraid that you will be scared away again."

Toru Amuro chuckled, "I remember that when you went to study in the United States six years ago, the National Police Agency was scolded by the media. Almost all the media said that the Japanese National Police Agency was so incompetent that it couldn't even retain such outstanding talents. "

Kurosawa Hideaki licked his upper jaw, then looked at him, "Are we there yet?"

"Yeah." Toru Amuro unbuckled his seat belt, giving no chance to escape, "I was 23 years old at the time, and I had just been promoted to the police department and was about to receive undercover training. At that time, I heard about a boy named Hideaki Kurosawa. Became the foreign aid of the police department, and single-handedly caught the spy who had been infiltrating for many years."

Kurosawa Hideaki huddled on the co-pilot, holding the buckle of the seat belt tightly with his fingertips, "I don't believe it. When we first met in the convenience store, you didn't seem to trust me at all."

"Do you remember that?" Toru Amuro closed the car door, walked around to the other side and opened the passenger's door, "It was hard for me to trust you as a police officer at that time."

Kurosawa Hideaki shrank even more.

Toru Amuro leaned forward, stretched his arms, touched the buckle of the seat belt and pressed it lightly. After a soft "click", the seat belt that helped Hideaki Kurosawa escape from reality retracted to the side of the seat.

"Actually, the Police Department held a long meeting on your return to China, and discussed in detail whether you were instigated or not."

"Including what to do if you are bought by the FBI or CIA or instigated to return to China just to smuggle national intelligence. If you are not instigated, but after investigation, your family may be the Italian mafia. What should you do after they find it."

Can this be found?He only recently found out.

Kurosawa Hideaki blinked and controlled the expression on his face, "So what? What are the police going to do?"

"Get ready to have all the cops treat you nicer and make you love this place. People like you, no one will change your choice unless you want to stay with us. Okay, get out of the car. Then shrink in If it's inside, you won't be able to see the sunset." Amuro said with a smile.

Kurosawa Hideaki got out of the Mazda and looked at the sea level in the distance.

The setting sun gradually turned red, becoming less dazzling as it went down.

"Fortunately, you are on our side. I often wonder if the enemy we are facing now would be much stronger if you hadn't been on the side of the police." Toru Amuro said pointedly.

"Why did you help me wash the DNA?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked unexpectedly, "You can pretend to throw away that paper cup, then pick it up after the matter is completely over, and secretly investigate what you have been suspecting."

"But you didn't, why?"

"That's meaningless," Amuro said. "What's the point of knowing your birth? Your choice is more important to me."

I can't do things that push you away.

"Hmm! You're really good." Akai Shuichi's face appeared in Kurosawa Hideaki's mind, "You are much better than the FBI, and based on this alone, I will always be your comrade in arms!"

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows in surprise. Hearing what he said, it seemed that someone in the FBI had offended him because he wanted to check Hideaki Kurosawa's DNA.

The sun went down completely during the conversation, and the sky darkened.

buzz-

Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the vibrating phone and looked at the caller ID.

"Madeira?"

What is he calling for?

"Hey?"

"Master, I have received an invitation here."

"Why is there another invitation letter? I always feel that every time an invitation letter arrives at home, it's nothing good." He followed Toru Amuro into the car, "So what? What invitation letter?"

"This is not clear yet, the recipient has your name written on it, do you want me to open it up and read it for you?"

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head and clamped the phone to his neck and shoulders, then reached out and pulled out the seat belt.

Because of the awkward posture, he couldn't get the buckle into the correct position after poking it a few times.

"Let me do it." Amuro took the seat belt, leaned forward and poked it into the buckle with precision.

This distance was a bit close, and Kurosawa Hideaki could clearly smell the scent of Amuro's hair tip shampoo.It's very light, and it disappeared when I wanted to explore the source of this smell.

"Master?" Madeira called out, "I'm going to read it."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki came back to his senses, forgetting the somewhat special smell in Madeira's calm voice.

"Excellent light Mr. Hideaki Kurosawa, on the night of the full moon this month, please allow me to invite you to this terrifying night party. This will be the latest boat party. Whether you will attend or not, poor lamb who is about to die will curse his own fate, and the sinner shall drink drunk before his death."

"Signed—Vermouth."

"Vermonth? Belmode?" Kurosawa Hideaki and Amuro glanced at each other, and asked while turning on the speaker of the phone, "How could she send me an invitation letter?"

"I don't know." There was a rustling voice from the receiver, and Madeira tore something open with a letter opener, "There are a few words behind the ticket, saying: I hope all the staff can be dressed as Monsters come to this Halloween party in black suits or black dresses."

"Ah." Kurosawa Hideaki took the phone in front of him and glanced, "I have a call coming in from here, I'll answer it first, and I'll call you later."

"Conan?" Kurosawa Hideaki leaned halfway on the back of the co-pilot's seat, squinted his eyes and yawned, "Let me guess what you're going to say, you're not going to tell me what Halloween party you just received Invitation letter, did you receive it?"

"So fast? I haven't said anything yet." Conan laughed dryly, "So you received it?"

"Of course, isn't there a detective named Mori Kogoro in the house you're staying in? He should have received it too, right? If it wasn't because the people around you also received the invitation letter, you wouldn't have called me to confirm it. "

Kurosawa Hideaki chuckled, "What's the matter? Any thoughts?"

"Ah... about Belmode, I have something to tell you. It's not convenient on the phone. Can you come to the doctor's house tonight?"

There was a slight electric sound on the phone, and Conan's call should have been tapped.

Does he know?

He should have known it, otherwise he wouldn't have said that it was inconvenient to say it on the phone.

But the tapped phone means that Conan should have been targeted. If I remember correctly, Miyano Akemi's sister also lives in the doctor's house.

From the perspective of utilization value, Hui Yuanai is more likely to get the attention of the organization.

Therefore, the person who was really targeted was probably not Conan, but Haibara Ai.This means that the doctor's house is no longer safe, and Conan will not be unaware of this, so what else does he want to do when he calls to confirm the invitation letter?

Should want to...

"I have other things to do at night, so I can't go to the doctor's house for the time being. By the way, do you remember the prank gun last time?"

After a few seconds of silence, Conan gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Remember! Got it!"

"I'll give you that gun as a souvenir. Just go get it tomorrow, and someone will open the door for you." Kurosawa Hideaki hung up the phone.

Presumably, according to Kudo Shinichi's reaction speed, he must be able to guess what he really wanted to say the moment he hung up the phone - go to 303 and wait for me tomorrow.

It's not that I can't say it in another way, but when I think of Edogawa Conan's expression after hearing that gun, I don't want to change it at all.

Evening is rush hour, and traffic jams in Tokyo are unavoidable.

When he stopped for the third time because of the long convoy, Toru Amuro said as if he couldn't hold back anymore, "Do you know Belmode?"

"We don't know each other. Every time I meet her, she uses a fake identity." Kurosawa Hideaki held his chin and looked at Toru Amuro, "Unfortunately, I see her through every time, but I have no reason to arrest her." She, so everything is over."

Toru Amuro breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why did she send you an invitation letter?"

"I'll have to wait until I see the invitation letter to find out. It's best that the invitation letter is handwritten, so that I can get more information." Kurosawa Hideaki yawned again, with some physiological tears in the corners of his eyes. He explained in a muffled voice.

"It should have something to do with what she's going to do next. In fact, I suspect that Kunna is not an American spy at all, but an undercover agent organized by your police."

"That can't explain her purpose, why does the organization want to kill 4 million Japanese?"

"Um……"

Too sleepy, sleepiness made eyes sour, Kurosawa Hideaki sniffed, then narrowed his eyes, leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

"I usually don't explain."

Amuro was stunned for a moment, it's been a long time since Kurosawa Hideaki said such a thing, Kurosawa would always explain things clearly,

"Tomorrow, I will make you the two kinds of cheeses I mentioned earlier." He tentatively whispered.

"The purpose of the organization is not to kill 4 million Japanese." Kurosawa Hideaki struggled to open his eyes, speaking intermittently.

"Think about it carefully... If I'm not here in this incident, then you will use all your police force to save people, so there will be no... no extra manpower to take care of other things."

"So, letting Gao Tianzhen kill other people to divert attention is just a means for the organization to achieve its goal. Their real purpose is to get an important piece of information from your hands... It may be an undercover list or something. You have... Huh ..."

Toru Amuro waited for a long time but did not wait for the next sentence.

It wasn't until the fourth time Mazda was stuck on the road that he found time to glance at the co-pilot.

Kurosawa Hideaki's back was pressed against the car door, and he huddled in the cramped seat, like a cat that had finally found a comfortable position and was about to take a nap.

After realizing that the angle of the seat has been adjusted, it stretches out unconsciously to find the most comfortable sleeping position at the moment.

"Will you meet Jingguang?" Toru Amuro murmured.

"Are you here, Xiuming?"

Kurosawa Hideaki felt someone push him, and then grabbed his cheeks with both hands.

elder brother?

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Toru Amuro in front of him, "Did you do something just now?"

The feeling of being caught on the cheeks seems to remain on the cheeks, can dreams be so real?

"No." Toru Amuro tapped on the window frame of the car window with his fingers, "You slept so soundly, you didn't even know that Jing Guang carried you to another car."

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki's mind was finally activated by these words, and he glanced at the interior decoration of the car belatedly. It was not a Mazda rx7, but the cheap commercial car Toru Amuro would drive when he was working.

Speaking of which, the Mazda rx7 only has two seats, and it cannot seat three people.

Kurosawa Hideaki covered his lips with his hands and yawned, "So we went straight to Ginza?"

"That's right, when it comes to privacy and good taste, you can only think of Ginza, right? After all, the safety of Jingguang must be guaranteed."

He was patted on the shoulder by Toru Amuro, and the driver who had been driving all day smiled and said, "Are you ready to spend money?"

Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head and thought about the numbers in his card, then raised his lips and smiled provocatively, "Expenses? Money is just a string of numbers to me now, and the growth of this kind of thing is too common. Wait When you can eat [-]% of my assets, come and tell me about the expense."

Toru Amuro and Jingguang Momo looked at each other, and followed the flamboyant Kurosawa Hideaki to the restaurant on the top floor.

This is a Japanese food restaurant. Bamboo partitions separate each room, and the space is very private, but you can still hear the sound of the waiter collecting the plates after the guests next door leave.

Bamboo partitions do not have solid wood sound insulation.

Hideaki Kurosawa picked up the recipe, flicked through a few pages, and landed on the sign of Hokkaido special cheese with his fingertips.

"I'll have a serving of all the dishes that use this kind of cheese."

waiter:……

"Just to confirm with you, there are a total of 5 dishes, are you sure you want them all?"

"Of course you have to. The place where your plates are purchased is Xinxi—"

"Everything, thank you." Toru Amuro interrupted Kurosawa Hideaki, looked at the waiter who didn't know he had escaped, and continued, "Then I want a medium-spicy curry noodle. Where's Jing Guang? What do you want?"

"I want--"

"Brother, this time the client seems to have good taste, and the place they chose is very high-end."

A familiar voice came from behind the partition, and Kurosawa Hideaki's back stiffened.

Vodka?

"Hmph, it doesn't matter."

GIN's hoarse voice sounded, "If he dares to be clever, he will go to hell."

elder brother? !

Kurosawa Hideaki immediately looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang who was sitting next to him, and held his right hand, "Take a deep breath, don't be nervous. You see it's so bright here, it's okay."