Me dressed as a gin brother

Just wait.

Kurosawa Hideaki slowly repeated these words several times in his heart until the rescue team's bright flashlight shone on his face.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the person looking over from the helicopter—it was Officer Megure.The other party covered his coffee-colored hat and shouted, "You really surprised us!"

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki nodded with minimal movements, and quickly talked about the situation at the scene.

"Yoshino Junji and Kevin Yoshino are both on this floor. Yoshino Junji has lost the ability to act autonomously. Kevin Yoshino finally defected and cooperated with my actions very much. Ireland..."

He took a deep breath, "Ireland voluntarily gave up the crime plan, and was finally killed by members of its organization."

"What did you say?" The Mumu Police Department stepped aside to let the medical staff carrying the stretcher come down, "Your speech is too fast, let's talk about the topics related to the case after we go down, the helicopter is too noisy, I Can't hear clearly."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki rarely teased the Megure Police Department, "Just take the wounded away, and we will take the elevator down."

"Ok."

The outermost circle of Tokyo Tower is riddled with holes, but the elevators and escape ladders are intact.The bright yellow numbers change one by one, stopping at 28.

The elevator door opened slowly.

The three of them entered the elevator, and Kurosawa Hideaki pulled the drawstring on the Omori and poured out the memory card from it.

At least 10 people have died over the fingernail-sized card.

"I don't know what will happen when the card is read... What are you doing?" Zhu Fu Jingguang watched in shock as Kurosawa Hideaki inserted the memory card into Ireland's mobile phone, and quickly copied the information on it Then send it to your mailbox.

"You obviously have the right to check the list at any time, why do you keep a copy in yourself?"

"Many people need this list." Kurosawa Hideaki said softly, "My brother needs it, the FBI needs it, and Furuya also needs it."

"After the memory card is handed in, I do have the right to view the information, but I am not entitled to take it and the information in it."

"—Because it will violate the confidentiality regulations." Zhu Fu Jingguang suddenly realized, "But you can't make a copy now, this is your thing now."

"Yes, the things I got are mine until I hand them in. At this time, I don't have any problem with how to deal with them, and it's not a crime." Kurosawa Hideaki locked the list saved in the phone.

"Isn't there such a saying?" He looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang, "The police should be responsible for all their actions."

"Ah."

Ding--

The elevator doors are open.

"Master, I don't care whether the police are responsible for your actions, but you are responsible for what you did today." Madeira suddenly reached out and grabbed Kurosawa Hideaki's wrist, "Give me a physical examination!"

"I'm fine, the bullet just scratched my arm, just go home and disinfect it, there's no need to—"

"--Is necessary!"

Kurosawa Hideaki was pushed hard against the open door of the ambulance and sat down. He looked at Madeira with a dazed head.

There was no anger in the deacon's eyes. He took off the blood-stained white gloves and folded them inward and put them in his pockets.

Kurosawa Hideaki and Madeira looked at each other for a while, and finally just rubbed their cheeks with their thumbs.

"Dirty." Madeira said softly, "I'll go get you something to drink."

"Madeira?" Kurosawa Hideaki was a little uncertain about his attitude.

To say he is angry, Madeira's facial features have nothing to do with anger, but to say he is not angry, his actions show signs of anger.

"Mr. Kurosawa, your blanket."

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki took the blanket handed over by the male doctor, retracted his gaze from Madeira's back and turned to look at the doctor, "Thank...thank you?"

His eyes turned around the man's hair, slid down his white coat, and quickly landed on the blanket in his hand.

Bright yellow, the four corners are aligned, and the stack is square, just like a piece of cheese cut into squares.

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder and Cleanliness.

"Doctor Midorima?" Kurosawa Hideaki spread the blanket over his body, "Are you the grandson of Dean Midorima?"

"I wish I was an individual." Midorima pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "My name is Midorima Shintaro."

"Oh, hello." Kurosawa Hideaki nodded at him, neither of them intending to shake hands.

It's great, you don't need to shake hands when you meet a clean freak for the first time~

"Are you here to check for me?" Kurosawa Hideaki moved to the side so that he could lean against the frame of the car, "Mr. Kuroda is really making a fuss out of a molehill."

"I think so too." Midorima held up Kurosawa Hideaki's chin with silicone gloves to disinfect the abrasions on his face, "But he insisted on asking me to see if you fell, and if you fell, your brain would be damaged what is the problem."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

"Stretch out your arms." Midorima said coldly.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his left arm, revealing the wound on the outside of his upper arm, "It's just a scratch."

"Yes." Midorima Shintaro threw the used cotton ball into the enamel dish, and put down the tweezers by the way, "It will scab tomorrow."

"You're impatient." Kurosawa Hideaki chuckled, "Why don't you go to the car in front and see Yoshino who was shot through by the bullet."

Midorima paused as he cleaned up the medical waste, "You are indeed as arbitrary and childish as the rumors say. If I leave you now, my job will disappear immediately. Don't underestimate the importance the Metropolitan Police Department attaches to you. This There are only a handful of geniuses in the world who are entitled to this privilege."

And he's out of range.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Luma is a confident and low self-esteem person. He was raised in a very strict family and was born in an aristocratic family. There is a high probability that he is as superstitious as his grandfather.

The superior growth environment and the resources in the family that are completely inclined to him have created his excellent personal ability and self-confidence.

This kind of people will not feel inferior under normal circumstances, and a good education can let them know that failure is just a stone on the road to success.

Then why does he think that he is not a genius, and geniuses are privileged?

[-]. He may have met a very talented person when he was young.

Second, he has recently suffered from the "noble hereditary system", and believes that no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to circumvent this system.

The second is basically impossible, because Midorima's family itself belongs to the aristocracy, and he is actually a beneficiary of the "noble hereditary system".

So it's the first one?

After thinking for less than a second, Kurosawa Hideaki said the answer, "Would you mind telling me about the genius you met when you were a teenager?"

He leaned on the frame of the car and watched Midorima raise the corner of his mouth, "I'm curious about the person who can keep pace with me in your heart."

"Objectively speaking, the two of you have different talents." Midorima took off his gloves, "It's hard to say who is better."

Typical response to avoiding questions.

Midorima didn't want to offend anyone, so he said this answer.

"Looking at your expression, I might see him soon." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Madeira who was walking towards him holding a paper cup in the distance.

"Maybe. If you want to improve your safety index, then you will see him sooner or later." Midorima seemed to think of something interesting, and smiled lightly, "I look forward to meeting you."

It seems that he should be someone who is active in the political world.

Kurosawa Hideaki sighed softly.

It's a pity that he never cared much about politics.

There are actually very few people who are about the same age as Shintaro Midorima and hold high positions. If he cares enough about politics, he will know all the members. As long as he recognizes all members, he can instantly identify the candidate.

"Now I wish I didn't meet him, I hate politicians." Kurosawa Hideaki said half-jokingly.

"Master, Coco."

Kurosawa Hideaki took the paper cup handed by Madeira, hugged the blanket on his shoulders, lowered his head and took a few sips, then murmured, "I prefer coffee."

Madeira wanted to throw away all etiquette and roll his eyes, but his good professionalism made him give up this idea, "Do you know what time it is?"

Kurosawa Hideaki remained silent and didn't answer. Anyway, he was just talking, and he didn't expect to be able to drink coffee.

Madeira took a deep breath and warned himself not to be angry. According to the psychological knowledge he had just studied today, getting angry at people in withdrawal would aggravate their resistance.

It is best now to divert the patient's attention.

"Master." Madeira said kindly, "Today is Qixi Festival, do you have any wishes?"

"Ah..." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the mormori who had been torn from his hand, "I have never believed in making wishes. All my wishes will come true through my own efforts. But if there is such a thing, then I will make a wish." Now, right now, right now, you can drink coffee and eat cheese and baked brulee!"

Kurosawa Hideaki put his palms together very perfunctorily, looking at the moon in the sky.

Ah...the yellow moon looks like a piece of baked cheese with a spoonful scooped out.

Madeira: ...

He takes a deep breath.The example of the patient in the young master's book seems to be of no use to the young master himself.

"Master... I can't give you coffee—"

"Kurosawa?"

A familiar voice came from the side of the ambulance, and Toru Amuro lowered the window of the Mazda to look at Hideaki Kurosawa, who was a little stunned, "Why this expression?"

Kurosawa Hideaki: Didn't you leave?Isn't it back to the organization?why here?

He stared round his eyes, full of doubts.

"I just finished my work today." Toru Amuro parked the car skillfully beside the ambulance, and got out of the car with a paper bag, "There is traffic control ahead, I thought you would be here when I heard that something big happened here, I purposely walked around to take a look, but I didn’t expect you to be there. There just happened to be a cheese baked brulee left in the store, and I happened to bring a transparent coffee drink, would you like it?”

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly stretched out his arms, and hugged Amuro Toru's waist, so hard that his cheeks swelled up in an arc.

What's left, this is specially brought for him!

Toru Amuro brought it for him after he ran back to take off his makeup!

very nice!Wish came true!

Half of the blanket covering his shoulders fell because of Kurosawa Hideaki's raising his hands.

He grabbed Toru Amuro's clothes, looked up at the stunned person, "Thank you, I want it now."