Me dressed as a gin brother

"Do you already know who the person who blew up the car is?" Madeira asked softly, "Maybe you can tell me directly. To be honest, I'm a little angry now."

"It's so strange, you're actually angry?" Kurosawa Hideaki raised his final voice slightly.Madeira is too good-tempered to see that he was a killer before he became a deacon.

"Of course I will be angry." Madeira looked at the trunk of the Porsche, "The sniper rifle that has followed me for decades is still in the car, such an explosion... I'm afraid that's the end of the relationship between me and her .”

He paused, looked at Kurosawa Hideaki who was stunned, "She is my lover."

Anthropomorphic pronouns!damn...

It's serious.

"We can even go to Italian technicians to cure her." Kurosawa Hideaki tried to comfort her.

"Thank you." Madeira had a standard professional smile on his face, "From now on, I will not leave your side for a second until I catch the prisoner who blew up the gun."

He lowered his eyelids, lowered his voice, and words came out of his lips one by one, "I want to watch him go to the electric chair."

Madeira took a deep breath, "Speaking of which, this car is the first gift Mr. gave you after he brought you back."

"What?" Kurosawa Hideaki clenched his fists. He didn't remember how commemorative this car was.

That's right, he had washed his memory once before through hints, and things that would shake hints should have been washed out directly.

"I drove it to take you out of the orphanage." Madeira showed a recalled expression, "You were sitting in the co-pilot, and you couldn't even guess the ground with your feet."

"Don't talk about Madeira, I allow you to watch the prisoner go to the electric chair. If you need, I can apply to turn on the switch of the electric chair to you."

"Thank you." Madeira smoothed out every wrinkle in the deacon's uniform, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

"You're welcome." Kurosawa Hideaki sneered, "Usually, criminals in bombing cases and arson cases are divided into two categories according to different types."

"One, addictive arson.

They are obsessed with the feeling of setting fire, and the flame will give them a certain pleasure, just like taking drugs.This kind of criminal will never stop committing crimes unless someone stops him. "

"Second, functional arson.

The inmates set fires and blew up houses with strong desire and purpose.Hate, jealousy, or simply to destroy evidence of a crime in the house. "

He spoke extremely fast, but Madeira answered immediately, "This time the prisoner should be the second type."

"That's right, this kind of criminals are usually more rational and smart. They have a more comprehensive plan, and they will conduct multiple rehearsals in their brains before committing crimes to ensure that they can achieve their ultimate goals." Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a second, "Since If the prisoner is not a pure idiot, then his purpose in blowing up the Porsche is easy to guess."

"He wants to take advantage of the fact that you are in danger and remove me from the search meeting."

Madeira frowned quickly, "Why? Is there something in the search meeting that you can't know?"

"Obviously. He didn't want me to catch the prisoner first." Kurosawa Hideaki smiled confidently, "It doesn't matter, even if I don't have a meeting, I can get first-hand information."

He shook his phone, and showed Madeira the case file he had just received from Officer Kuroda, "Let's go home."

The two quickly walked out of the range that could be photographed by the police station's surveillance cameras.

Kurosawa Hideaki stopped a taxi, pulled Madeira into the back seat, and leaned into his ear and whispered, "Just in case, cooperate with me to throw away all the monitors on your body."

Madeira nodded slightly.

Seeing that he was ready, Kurosawa Hideaki immediately stretched his hand towards Madeira's button and pulled it out violently.

"I don't like to see you take something like this and throw it out the window!"

It seemed that a lot of force was used, but in fact it was just a light flick of the button.

The thread used to sew this button is fishing line!Pulling hard will definitely tear your hands.

"Okay, master." Madeira dutifully took off the brooch on the side of the button and the small recorder hidden in the second button and threw it out of the car window, "It's gone now."

"Huh..." Kurosawa Hideaki let out a breath and said softly, "I suspect that there are highly skilled hackers in the organization."

"You mean, our eavesdropping equipment..."

"No, this point has not been determined, but we need to prevent it from happening." Kurosawa Hideaki looked out the car window, "This incident is directly related to the life and death of my brother, and I cannot make any mistakes."

"You have never made a mistake." Madeira said, "My husband and I trust your decision."

"Ah."

Mihuacho 501 arrived, and the two got off the car and went home.

When using the printer to print the scene photos and case materials, Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly asked: "Did you burn the "Interrogation Psychology" that my brother collected before?"

"Although it wasn't used for barbecue, it has been completely burned." Madeira put the information about the same victim into a file bag and organized it for the young master to look up later. "What's wrong?"

"Ask just to be on the safe side. If the police department really uses my profile to catch Gin, then they will definitely come to search this house. That book is proof that he has nothing to do with me. Once the police department believes that That's it, the gin is over."

Hideaki Kurosawa picked up the freshly released first case file to read while talking, "Even if Gin is caught, I have to let everyone in the Metropolitan Police Department know that Gin is an informant I organized. I am willing to lurk in the organization, so that "Interrogation Psychology" must not be left behind."

"I wish you could be so frank when facing your husband." Madeira joked, "You always have a little..."

shy.

The word cannot say...

Have to find a compromise.

"You are always reserved, and sir may prefer you to be more direct."

"Really?" Kurosawa Hideaki stopped turning the page.

When you think about it, controlling people do prefer people who speak directly, and they don't like to guess what others are thinking.

Think of Belmode, she likes to speak in semi-suggestive words, when the brother said: 'I'm going to throw up. '

God, he really doesn't seem to like people who are too reserved.

Well, be more direct next time.

Kurosawa Hideaki smoothed out the curled photo paper.Suddenly, a small place caught his attention.

He pointed the photo at the desk lamp, carefully confirming the details on it.

The SUV that was involved in a rollover accident near the toll booth does not seem to be as simple as a simple brake failure.

Kurosawa Hideaki habitually bent down to get the magnifying glass in the storage box.

As soon as he bent down, the diamond-shaped portable magnifying glass in his pocket fell out of the open pocket and fell to the ground.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows, knelt down to pick it up, and flipped the first lens aside to aim at the photo.

He looked through the magnifying glass to see the forensics department's close-up of the details of the scene.

The piece of glass he noticed had a small round hole with a cracked edge, which looked like the mark left by a bullet passing through.

Could it be a sniper rifle?

"Madeira." Kurosawa Hideaki pulled out the photo and handed it to him, "Is this kind of bullet hole produced after a sniper rifle shoots through glass?"

The deacon narrowed his eyes, and quickly came up with the answer, "That's right, it should be the American Steyr Scout general-purpose sniper rifle. The total weight of this sniper rifle is about 3 kilograms. After the US military product manufacturing company puts into production, the most sophisticated batch will be put into production. to the U.S. Marine Corps."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

He couldn't even tell such detailed knowledge with just one bullet hole!

"What's the matter?" Madeira turned his head, and immediately reacted after seeing Kurosawa Hideaki's expression, and said with a smile: "There is a specialization in surgery, and you could only hit the enemy's bullets even within five meters a few months ago. Thighs, and I've been a sniper for decades."

"It's not that exaggerated." Kurosawa Hideaki coughed after muttering, and looked at the victim's information written on the back of the photo.

Long Qinu, 28 years old, real estate boss.

Just looking at this line of words, apart from being a young and promising ordinary person, this person is really ordinary in other respects.

"What kind of magical power does such an ordinary person have when he is 'brake failure' and 'sniped'?"

Madeira was taken aback, "You mean, there are two people who want to kill Mr. Ryuzaki?"

"It may even be more." Kurosawa Hideaki replied, "If but from the profile, the American soldier who can snipe Ryuzaki on the side of the mountain road must be very confident even if he has retired. He must have practiced often and maintained a certain level. sniper feel."

"Due to the ruggedness and ruggedness near the mountain road, it is difficult to find a safe gathering point, so the suspect should not have recently entered Japan. He should have lived in Japan for a long time, so that it is possible to be so familiar with such a large unfamiliar area."

"Now we haven't seen the sniper's sniper point, so we can't deduce the height and weight of the sniper, but we can complete the whole profile through other conditions."

Hideaki Kurosawa looked at Madeira with a smile, and said with confidence, "Who has lived in Japan for a long time, can often practice sniper rifles, and is familiar with the nearby mountains, and even knows where the best sniper spots are?"

Madeira shook her head, and as expected, she saw the smile on the young master's face.

"Of course it's the special mobile team!" Kurosawa Hideaki took out his mobile phone and entered the location where Ryuzaki was killed, "If it is not expected, there must be a case of kidnappers taking hostages in this place, and the special mobile team in charge of the Tokyo area must be came."

"Look!"

Kurosawa Hideaki handed the phone to Madeira, and the two leaned together in front of the screen to read together.

"That's right, it's here. On June 6th, the Tokyo Special Mobile Squad shot and killed a jewelry store robber who was taking hostages and fleeing before the curve of the mountain road toll~"

After reading this sentence, he looked at Madeira, "Look, what did I say?"

"The reasoning is up to you, just leave the knowledge of sniping to me." After he finished speaking, he paused and said in doubt, "But since the person who killed Ryuzaki was not the one who gave me the chocolate bomb, Why are we still investigating him?"

"The person who gave you the chocolate bomb is actually in the warning hall. He disguised himself as Matsumoto's manager and lurked to participate in the search meeting." Kurosawa Hideaki explained.

"There must be something he needs in these few cases, or something related to the task given to him by the organization."

"Since he took all of our things, we should also take his things and put him in the electric chair, shouldn't we?"

Madeira was like a gratified old father who saw the saplings he had planted grow vigorously, "You are right, I never thought of retaliation for a tooth, an eye for an eye. It is you, my young master."