Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki waited patiently for a few seconds.

Until some chaotic footsteps came through the door panel of the apartment, which was not soundproof, and the door was opened a small crack.

"Come in." Toru Amuro said in a low voice.

Both hands of Kurosawa Hideaki were full of paper bags, so he had to use his feet to hook open the half-open door, and then squeezed in sideways.

There was no figure of Toru Amuro at the door, a few drops of water dripped, and a light fragrance of shower gel lingered in the entrance.

He gently placed the paper bag on the ground next to the entrance, and looked towards the bathroom not far away.There was some moisture on the wooden door, and there was a very wet handprint on the doorknob.

He froze for a moment, Toru Amuro actually interrupted his bath to open the door?

Kurosawa Hideaki sniffed the lingering scent in the air, and slightly raised the tip of his nose, as if there was not only the smell of shower gel, but also a little fresh scent of grapefruit.

He walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down. There was a small vertical rectangular mirror on the coffee table in front of him.

Mirror?Why is there a mirror in this place?

Kurosawa Hideaki reached out to pick up the mirror and looked through it, and found a little dust on the edge of the mirror stand, and rubbed it with his hand, and his fingertips were stained with a foundation that did not match his skin tone.

The color of this foundation?

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head and glanced at the bathroom, raised his hand and rubbed the foundation on the back of his hand. It was a medium yellow foundation, which was generally more suitable for boys with Asian complexion, such as Akai Shuichi.

Wait, Akai Shuichi?No way?

Is that Shuichi Akai seen at the entrance of the bank really Toru Amuro?

In terms of time, it is indeed similar, but more conclusive evidence is needed.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked erratically at the bathroom with the door closed. There was no doubt that Toru Amuro pretended to be Shuichi Akai. There was no doubt that there was only one possibility—the senior management of the organization still did not believe the death of Shuichi Akai.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped suddenly, and after about a minute, there was the sound of the wooden door handle turning.

There is no sound of the lock being opened...

Toru Amuro didn't even lock the door!

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly turned his head and looked at the coffee table, right?As an undercover agent, how could Toru Amuro take a shower without locking the door when there were people at home?

No, after all, being an undercover agent doesn't seem to have any direct connection with the matter of not locking the door in the shower.

"What to drink?" Amuro wiped the water stains from his hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

"Whatever." Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at him, he came out in a hurry, scrubbed badly, there were some wet water stains on the back of the white T-shirt, revealing some wheat-colored skin.

He retracted his gaze and touched the foundation on the back of his hand with his fingertips.

Just as he was about to speak, a can of drinks with novel packaging was placed in front of him.

"When I was in a convenience store a few days ago, I happened to see this and bought it." Toru Amuro unscrewed a bottle of iced Americano and took a few sips, then took the refrigerator door behind him, "Looking at the introduction and ingredient list, it has a coffee aroma but Beverages without any caffeine or coloring."

"Really?" Kurosawa Hideaki immediately looked at the ingredient list, and sure enough, it doesn't contain any caffeine. The main product is "drinking coffee healthily, drinking 10 cans a day without any hidden danger." This kind of banner.

Ordinary people would not be attracted by this kind of thing, but Kurosawa Hideaki would.

He couldn't wait to pull open the tab of the can and took a sip. The rich aroma of coffee hit his nostrils. Although it was just the smell of ordinary American coffee beans, Kurosawa Hideaki still sighed comfortably.

"Don't drink too much coffee in the future, this thing can slightly relieve your psychological dependence on coffee." Toru Amuro paused, looked at the half-drinked iced Americano in his hand, and glanced at Hideaki Kurosawa's satisfied expression.

Originally, I wanted to seduce Xiuming with this half bottle to see if he would drink it, but now that I think about it, I might as well forget it, scaring people away is really not worth the candle.

Toru Amuro tightened the cap of the bottle and put it on the coffee table, "Did Kazami leave the finishing touches to you when you came here at this time?"

"Yes, he said that suddenly there are a lot of reports that need to be completed urgently." Kurosawa Hideaki took another sip of the can of drink, "Is Kazami still working for someone else besides me and you?"

"He's a police officer. We all belong directly to the second director in charge. It should be a task notice from the director." Toru Amuro pushed the blame on his boss without any psychological burden. He caught a glimpse of the back of Kurosawa Hideaki's hand The smear of medium yellow foundation cream on it.

After applying a few layers of foundation that didn't show much color on his face, it was very obvious on the back of Kurosawa Hideaki's hand.

Now that he saw the foundation, it meant that Kurosawa Hideaki had already guessed who Akai Hideichi was at the bank gate.

A person like Kurosawa Hideaki doesn't seem to have much desire for control, but in fact his desire for control is hidden in his heart and he doesn't show it much.

Because of his ability to see through everyone's lies and hide things at a glance, he doesn't seem very curious about everything.

It's not that he is not curious, but nothing in this world can make him more curious.

When he finds a riddle that cannot be cracked and conquered, Kurosawa wants to know the answer to that question more than anyone else.

Such a person would not like other people to conceal things. Rather than letting Kurosawa Hideaki ask, it is better for him to speak out in the name of exchanging information.

Kurosawa Hideaki sipped the can of "coffee" cherishingly, and Toru Amuro didn't move until it was almost finished.

He took out a makeup remover towel from the storage cabinet next to the sofa and handed it to Kurosawa Hideaki, "You got the liquid foundation I used when changing face on the back of your hand, do you want to go to the bathroom to remove it?"

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at the back of his hand and took the cotton face towel, "I thought you didn't want to tell me."

"Of course not." Toru Amuro paused, and stood up on his knees. "Anyway, I don't seem to have any secrets in front of you. Did you know the news of Shuichi Akai's death?"

Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes wandered, but he had something to hide from Toru Amuro.

"I found out early this morning. A certain police officer in the Metropolitan Police Department had doubts about the body he got, and asked me to take a look."

He took the cotton disposable face towel from Toru Amuro's hand and rubbed it vigorously on the back of his hand. The foundation cream was of unknown brand, and it held makeup very well, and it couldn't be rubbed off no matter how much he rubbed it.

Looks like it needs to be wiped off with a makeup remover.

"Is that the body of Shuichi Akai?" Toru Amuro frowned, "If that's the case, then Rena Mizumu isn't from our side?"

"Do you want him to die or to live?" Kurosawa Hideaki muttered in a low voice, "Is there makeup remover in the bathroom?"

"Yes, it's in the cabinet on the far right." Amuro opened the balcony door, and Harrow rushed into the room happily, circling around Kurosawa Hideaki's feet.

"I'm the one who feeds you, you have to find the right person to please you." Amuro looked at it condescendingly.

"Wow~" Harrow called out in a low voice, and immediately lay down against Kurosawa Hideaki's instep, turning up his snow-white and furry belly.

"Okay, just because you like me so much, just touch it." Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at Toru Amuro, who was full of helplessness, inserted his clean fingers into Haro's fur, and snorted twice, whispered, " You don't really like me at all, and you don't even want to go home with me."

Harrow opened his round eyes and wagged his tail wildly, as if he couldn't understand anything.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands." Kurosawa Hideaki walked around Haro, stood up and walked to the bathroom, and found the bottle of makeup remover in the first cabinet door on the right.

It actually smells like grapefruit, I can't wait to smell grapefruit in the entrance just now.

Kurosawa Hideaki returned to the living room after wiping off the liquid foundation on his fingertips and the back of his hands

Haro, who had been circling around him just now, was now eating happily around a freshly opened can.

Huh, greedy dog.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Toru Amuro, "You didn't do the makeup yourself, did you?"

"Bermode." Toru Amuro took out a kraft paper bag and handed it out very naturally, "She has better disguise skills, but I'm not very good at makeup. Here is the report form for my mission. It was supposed to be taken to the police station by Kazama, but if you happen to be there, you can take it tomorrow."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki opened the brown paper bag and took out a piece of paper.

"Akai Shuichi's death: Doubtful."

"Why do you have doubts?" He put the form on the coffee table and began to look at the remaining ones.

"Just looking at the reaction of the female FBI investigator who stayed in Japan, the death of Akai Shuichi should be true, but I always feel that this incident is full of violations, and everything is too coincidental." Amuro said. His head looked at Kurosawa Hideaki's delicately contoured profile.

"In short, without finding conclusive evidence, I will not easily conclude Akai Shuichi's life or death. Although I don't want to admit it, but his excellent FBI lurking in Japan will pose certain hidden dangers to national information security."

"That's true." Kurosawa Hideaki tapped the extremely sharp doubt with his fingertips, "You should change it to survive."

Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows extremely quickly, "Do you have evidence?"

"I have. The body placed by the Metropolitan Police Department is not Shuichi Akai. I still have a witness's testimony."

Kurosawa Hideaki curled his lower lip, "Let's talk about this later when Jing Guang comes, I'm mainly here today for dinner."

He looked confidently at the paper bag placed in the entrance.

"You're going to go to the coffee shop to investigate latently. Isn't it appropriate not to learn some new dishes?"

"So I called Jing Guang to have dinner together."

"What about the scenery?"

"He said he was going to process and freeze the ingredients that had been taken out at home, so he will come later." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and looked at his watch. It has been 10 minutes, but there is still no movement at 303 .

"It's probably because the dishes he wanted to cook today are more troublesome." Toru Amuro went to the entrance and picked up the paper bags on the ground and opened them one by one, "Huh? Why are there two sweaters?"

"Ah, that." Hideaki Kurosawa picked up the one that was one size smaller, "One is mine. When I went to that store, a shopping guide lady used the buy one get one free employee without authorization." Welfare, since I have already used it, I will spend money to buy it."

Toru Amuro unfolded the one that belonged to him. I have to say that Kurosawa Hideaki deserves to be a child raised with all his strength. His aesthetics are indeed very good, and even the price is very suitable for the status of a coffee shop clerk.

Going out together in this winter...would be mistaken for a couple...

"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head and looked at Toru Amuro, who was looking at the sweater and said nothing. "I bought some of these with my own money. If you really don't like this one, don't waste it. Give it away." Goodbye to the wind, anyway, the size of your upper body should be the same, he wears—"

"No need." Toru Amuro interrupted Kurosawa Hideaki, "I think it is very suitable for the status of a coffee shop clerk, and it is not very expensive. After all, it is clothing that needs to be reimbursed by the police. Too expensive always feels like a waste of taxpayers. money."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Toru Amuro with an extremely dangerous expression.Although he said he was extremely satisfied, but just looking at the expression on his face made people feel angry.

why?

"Is there another two that are exactly the same?" Amuro Toru took out all the various clothes and folded them.

"No." Kurosawa Hideaki put his sweater back into the paper bag, "After all, you are a latent mission, and it's not good to be dressed exactly like me, a police officer on the bright side. This sweater is more popular, so even if you wear the same It doesn't matter, other words..."

"Yeah. That's what you said." Toru Amuro put the clothes into the closet.

There is only one set of sweaters of the same style, and Hideaki wants to give them to Kazami. I really don't know when they are so good.

"What do you want to eat today? There is still half-finished cheese baked brulee in the refrigerator, would you like some?"

"Of course!"