Me dressed as a gin brother

The voice fell, and there was silence.

Kurosawa Hideaki held his breath when he heard the noise of the cruise ship.

The waves pushed away by the boat submerged him one after another, and the feeling of stagnation lingered in his chest.

He opened his eyes, the light shining directly into his eyes was uncomfortable, but he didn't care about that much.

"I know this is difficult for you to accept, I just think I should confess to you, although you also know that I still have a lot of things to hide from you.

No, not right.

I mean, it doesn't matter if you can't accept it, the friendship between us will end here, and you will get in touch with Jing Guang in the future, I don't care at all, I don't care at all. "

"Really?" Amuro looked at Kurosawa Hideaki who was almost incoherent.

Even people who haven't studied psychology can see that he is extremely flustered, but he has to force himself to be calm and pretend he doesn't care at all.

If nothing else, the next thing he'll say is—

"Yes." Kurosawa Hideaki said slowly, looking at the overhead light in the room.

Amuro was sweating profusely. He had never sweated so much when he was injected with veritaserum for interrogation confrontation training during undercover training.

"You just said that you still have something to hide from me." He slowly approached Kurosawa Hideaki, and then sat down beside the bed, "Why don't you just tell me once?"

Because I dare not.

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't speak.

"The things you should tell me the most have never been said. For example, how Jing Guang survived, who is your informant in the organization, and what happened to the person who planted the bomb in your house on the night when you completed the emergency recall mission by the police?" What was talked about."

Toru Amuro unhurriedly recounted the secrets Kurosawa Hideaki secretly hid.

"You...you exclude me, I should be the one who should be sad."

Kurosawa Hideaki took a small breath, and moved a little away against the sheets.

"I should be the one who should lose my temper." Toru Amuro smiled slightly watching his little movements, "Why do you look sadder than me?"

"I'm not sad." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered.

Toru Amuro stretched out his hand and grabbed Kurosawa Hideaki's wrist and dragged him up.

This action happened in an instant, Toru Amuro's strength was astonishing, Hideaki Kurosawa didn't even have time to react, and he sat up when he came back to his senses.

He stared blankly at Toru Amuro, and then saw the smile in the other's eyes.

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly realized, "You were eavesdropping that day!"

"Yes, I'm eavesdropping. I can jump over the distance from the balcony 304-303 without stepping on the railing for strength, so there are no footprints of mine on the railing." Amuro raised his hand and stuck it on Hideaki Kurosawa parted a strand of hair from his cheek, "I've known for a long time that you are the heir of the Mafia, as well as Ai Er's contract with the National Security Council."

"Actually, I answered you that day."

At this moment, Kurosawa Hideaki remembered the scene on the balcony that day. They stood on the balcony of 303 and 304 respectively. He asked:

If there is an opportunity in front of you, as long as you seize it, you can get all the agents installed by the US CIA in the country to get out, will you seize this opportunity?

Toru Amuro replied firmly: Yes.

"I hear you, in that situation, you don't have a choice at all. I would have signed that contract. I did a lot of research on the Italian Mafia after that day, and it's nothing, not everyone. It is the boss of the Raven Legion."

As Amuro said, he hesitated and stretched out his hand to rub Kurosawa Hideaki's head.

"It's not who you are, it's what you choose to do. And I know your choices, and that's enough."

Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged his nose, rushed forward to embrace Toru Amuro, and hugged him tightly.

"You don't look like you don't care at all." Toru Amuro said against Kurosawa Hideaki's ear.

Kurosawa Hideaki froze, and quickly pushed him away, "I just...you are my first friend, and I don't really want to end like this."

"Ah."

drop--

The door rang, and Zhu Fu Jingguang swiped his card to enter. He raised his eyebrows looking at Kurosawa Hideaki's flushed eyes, and put the tray with the syringe in his hand on the bed.

"Did he bully you?"

This tone, as if Kurosawa Hideaki said yes, he could immediately stand up and fight Toru Amuro.

"No." Kurosawa Hideaki rolled up his sleeves, picked up the tourniquet and tied it tightly on his upper arm.

"Let me do it." Zhu Fu Jingguang rolled a cotton ball soaked in iodophor around his armpit, and injected the medicine neatly after the congested vein swelled up.

The medicine in the syringe bottomed out, and Hideaki Kurosawa's mood gradually calmed down, and he felt a little embarrassing just now.

"Press for a while, don't be in a daze." Zhu Fu Jingguang poked the needle hole with a dry cotton ball, "You stay alone for a while, I have something to talk to Anshi."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki nodded, watched the two walk out the door, then wiped away the already messy quilt and buried himself in it, closing his eyes to escape reality.

I seem to have forgotten something...

what's going on?

Ah, it's my brother!

My brother seems to have seen Toru Amuro's back, they have only met a few times, and they are not familiar at all, so they probably won't recognize it?

But what if you recognize it?

Kurosawa Hideaki sat up slowly, picked up the guest list that Zhu Fujingguang put on the bedside table, and tried to divert his attention.

But the effect of this thing is so small that he didn't even use his brain to memorize it completely.

Kurosawa Hideaki threw the list aside in frustration, got into the quilt again, and wrapped himself in the soft and fluffy quilt.

Forget it, I’ve seen it all, what else can I do, let’s talk about it when I’m asked, if it’s really not working, just get away with it.

He closed his eyes, listened to the faint conversations coming from outside, and slowly fell asleep.

"His phone is ringing."

"It's almost there, wake him up."

"He should have never received undercover training."

"How could the higher-ups be willing to let him go to that kind of training? The entire police department wanted to confess him, but unfortunately he was still deceived."

"It's not completely cheated." Zhu Fu Jingguang chuckled, "Isn't he still a policeman? Almost all of Aier's staff are policemen, and he will definitely not be abducted to Italy within ten years. Don't worry so much. "

The snow-white bulge moved a little, and a lock of hair exposed from the tip of the quilt shrank inward.

"Wake up." Toru Amuro said in a low voice. His daily sleep time is always compressed to about 4 hours. The anxiety and nightmares make it difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time.

Although this situation gradually improved after getting to know Kurosawa Hideaki, it still failed to fully restore the normal sleep rhythm.

"Buzz... buzz..."

Kurosawa Hideaki frowned, stretched out his hand irritably and fumbled randomly on the touch-screen phone, and retracted under the quilt after answering the call.

The temperature on the sea surface is relatively low in the early morning, so it is better to be comfortable under the quilt.

"Hello?" Kurosawa Hideaki half-closed his eyes and spit out a few syllables in a daze.

"..."

Why don't you speak?

"Hello?" He had just woken up from a deep sleep, and he was still not quite sober, and he was about to fall asleep again.

"Ah."

Gin sneered, and Kurosawa Hideaki sobered up instantly.

elder brother?

"I--"

"Beep beep..."

A slightly hasty busy tone came from the receiver.

The phone was hung up.

This……

Kurosawa Hideaki sat up abruptly, "What time is it?"

"Five o'clock." After Zhu Fu Jingguang answered, the radio on the ship rang.

"The cruise ship has docked at the port of Yokohama, please..."

Terrible.

Kurosawa Hideaki inserted his fingers into his hair and combed it perfunctorily.

"Jing Guang, after you get off the ship, go and submit the materials and documents for the mission. Remember to take the roster. I'm in a hurry."

"The phone call just now?"

"Well, let's go first." Kurosawa Hideaki rushed out of the room, went down from the secret passage in the kitchen to the first floor, jumped over the miserable dead body of the man who was still at the bar, flew out of the cabin lightly, and merged into the crowd on the deck. In the crowd, and then cleverly staggered the body and walked up the steps of disembarking.

"Master." Kurosawa Hideaki was startled, and looked at the person who spoke.

Madeira also wore a mask, calmly performed a gentleman's salute, and said with a smile: "According to Mr.'s request, I will take you home."

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki forced himself into the Porsche parked not far from the pier, waited for the car to start, and then loosened the tie that was too tight in a hurry, and took off the obstructive mask until the pier was out of sight.

"Master, although you have spent a lot of time trying to get me to hide your itinerary, in fact, with your naughty level, the result will be the same whether I say it or not."

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his eyes away, hugged the pillow on the back seat, and buried his face in it.

I slept so soundly when I was on the boat, and now I can’t sleep even if I want to.

He looked out of the window in boredom until the Porsche was parked firmly in the underground garage at No. 01-chome-[-], Mihuacho.

"Let's go, sir should have come back." Madeira touched her brooch.

"When will you get rid of the habit of wearing a camera on your body?" Kurosawa Hideaki frowned.

"It's like making you completely obedient." Madeira shrugged humorously. "It's impossible. And I got the consent of my husband."

"Hmph." Kurosawa Hideaki snorted coldly, got out of the car and went upstairs.

The main house has not changed in any way, but there is a little more smoke smell.

It was the smell of the brand of gin that he often smoked. Kurosawa Hideaki stood at the door of the living room and hesitated for a few minutes. He couldn't think of any countermeasures, and finally decided to smash the can.

"Why did you hang up on me?"

Kurosawa raised his eyelids and glanced at his younger brother, "Preemptive strike?"

That's right!It's pre-emptive strikes.

Kurosawa Hideaki pretended to sit confidently across from Gin, without saying a word.

Gin flicked the nearly burnt cigarette at his fingertips into the ashtray, where four or five cigarette butts had gathered.

"It looks like you slept comfortably."

It's not a good answer, and it's not right to answer anything.

So Kurosawa Hideaki still didn't say a word.

"Oh, tell me." Gin took out the cigarette case and tapped it on his knee lightly, shaking out a long and thin cigarette, struck a match and lit it.

He took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said after a few seconds of silence, "Tell me about your relationship with Bourbon."

As soon as Kurosawa Hideaki was about to speak, he was cut off.

"Don't be stupid, I'm not sitting here to hear you tell me 'Isn't Miyaji Iki just Bourbon'? I'll give you ten seconds."

Qin Jiu couldn't help but adopt an interrogative tone, and then suddenly realized that the person sitting in front of him was his younger brother.

So he turned his head away, remained silent for a few seconds, and tried to change to a slightly milder wording.

"He's not your type, are you using him to investigate the organization?"