Me dressed as a gin brother

He pretended not to notice, and with the help of Toru Amuro's wrist, he got out of the car door.

It stands to reason that Toru Amuro would not remember what happened when he was controlled, but looking at it now, the situation seems a little different.

Kurosawa Hideaki followed Amuro Toru, watching him push the shopping cart through the entryway and into the supermarket.

If he didn't ask questions, Amuro Toru would not make any sound.

She pretended to be very natural, and there was nothing unusual about it.

what.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked quickly to Amuro Toru, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and watched him step by step after buying butter, then went to buy whipped cream, lemon and biscuits, and finally went to the freezer to get a lemon cheese ice cream.

For 20 minutes, I didn't say a word.

It's really bearable, if it wasn't for the slightly flushed neck at the end of the hair, he would have completely believed that Toru Amuro was not out of control.

"Buy it?" Kurosawa Hideaki bent down to reach the ice cream bucket in the shopping cart. There was an original label representing a new flavor on the golden packaging and top cover, "I have never tasted this flavor before."

Toru Amuro didn't answer, he looked at the shopping cart silently, dutifully acting as a tool man who would only reply with a command tone after being controlled.

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

You are still as dedicated as when we first met.

"Hey..." He sighed softly. Zero's idea is right, now is actually not the time to discuss the relationship between the two.

Organizational matters are the most important.

Forget it, he doesn't have to know the answer to the question "like it or not".

There was no sound of probing, not even a bit of communication, and the atmosphere between the two was stagnant and frightening.

Get a cab, go home, clean up the kitchen, finish the pile of cheesecakes before putting them in the freezer.

Kurosawa Hideaki sat silently on the sofa, holding the bucket of brand-new lemon cheese ice cream, taking one bite at a time, scraping off the cream layer by layer and sending it to his mouth.

Until Toru Amuro used up all the condiments he bought and cleaned up the kitchen, he stood silently at the cooking counter, looking at Kurosawa Hideaki.

Amuro: He knew I was pretending to be controlled.

Kurosawa Hideaki: He knew I knew he was pretending to be controlled.

No one pokes, tacitly letting the cheesecake pile up in the freezer.

This kind of development is the best to take over now, but Kurosawa Hideaki clearly knows that he is in a low mood.

"You're tired, go to sleep for 10 minutes." He withdrew his gaze and said the first sentence of the whole afternoon, "After you wake up, you feel like you slept all afternoon, and you don't remember what happened before."

"it is good."

Kurosawa Hideaki held his breath, but he didn't hear any sound.

No voice, no rebuttal.

He stood up abruptly, threw the wooden spoon into the trash can, then closed the lid of the ice cream can and threw it into the freezer.

When he turned around, there was no shadow of Toru Amuro in the living room, and the door of the master bedroom, which was originally concealed, was closed, indicating that a coward was hiding in.

hateful!

He will never wonder if Zero likes him anymore!

Kurosawa Hideaki wrapped himself in a small blanket and lay down on the sofa.

The coward!

I dare not even admit that I like it, just because I want to have nothing to worry about when I sacrifice.

He kicked his legs angrily, turned over violently, and buried his head in the pillow face inward.

"It's impossible for me to like a fool." Kurosawa Hideaki murmured, "But I can't let you choose death in a desperate situation. The most stupid ending of an undercover agent is death. You are always ready to choose the stupidest way to hide your whereabouts and identity."

"Death is the beginning of exposure, you and Jing Guang are both idiots."

After thinking about it, there is nothing to worry about, right?I won't let you get what you want!

Kurosawa Hideaki sat up abruptly, threw off the blanket angrily, walked lightly to the master bedroom, grabbed the cold doorknob and secretly opened it to take a look inside.

Toru Amuro lay down on his bed in a sleeping position...

pretend to sleep.

Ha, I knew you would pretend to be asleep!

Kurosawa Hideaki slipped into the master bedroom, walked barefoot next to Toru Amuro, and sat on the floor.

Toru Amuro's acting skills are superb, even in a fake sleep, his eyelashes did not flutter.

Kurosawa Hideaki parted his lips and sneered silently, the smell of cheese on Toru Amuro's fingertips lingered on the tip of his nose.

Want to sacrifice without any worries?

dream!

Kurosawa Hideaki put his index and middle fingers together, turned the back of his hand, and kissed at the second knuckle.

There was a hint of anger in this kiss, and there was a "boo" sound.

After kissing his knuckles, he quickly pressed the lemon cheese-scented knuckles to Zero's lips.

"Liar." Kurosawa Hideaki whispered as he pulled his hand, "But for the sake of so many cheesecakes, I will forgive you."

He stood up, didn't look at Jiang Gu Ling who was almost unable to hold on, held down the heart that was about to pop out of his throat, and fled through the door.

When it was over, I kissed my best friend.

Kurosawa Hideaki's mind went blank.

No, no, I just want to make him miss his life and not be stupid.

But in fact, there are more ways, not necessarily to do so.

What to do, just indirect kissing.

And no real relatives.

He can also kiss the green belt on the roadside like this.

Kurosawa Hideaki kissed his fingertips in a daze, and then touched the leaves protruding from the branches of the green plants in the green belt.

No different.

It's just that the heartbeat is not so fast.

He didn't even admit that he likes me, how could I like him.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the telephone booth on the side of the road, got in to insert coins, and then called Professor Bei Dao.

The bell rang and was picked up.

"Hello? Are you?"

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

No, my brother has Bei Dao's contact information. If I go to Bei Dao to see a doctor, my brother may receive a message.

"Hello? Crooked? Outside!" Bei Dao tapped the receiver suspiciously, "Is it broken?"

beep beep-

Kurosawa Hideaki hung up the phone.When he came out, he didn't wear a mask or hat. Fortunately, there were not many people on the road, so he didn't attract attention.

He went to buy a mask and a fisherman's hat, and walked to Mihua Park with everything covered.

The pigeon feeding staff in the park dragged a big sack and stood by the fountain, picked up the whistle on his chest and blew, and the pigeons flew to the sack and waited for the meal.

"clang--"

The church bell rang, Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and looked at his watch, 21:00.

In one hour, Jiang Gu Ling will go to organize work.

By the way, church!

There must be no one in the church at this time, so go sit there for a while.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked quickly to the place where the bell was ringing, pushed open the wooden door and got in. The priest on duty was not in the hall, so he breathed a sigh of relief, found a seat at the side and rear, sat on it and looked at Jesus on the cross.

"Do you have any troubles? Child." The lights in the confessional suddenly turned on, "I can listen to you."

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't answer, but the priest didn't care.

"All those who come to the church at this time are lost lambs, and I will guide the direction instead of God."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

wake up.

The last person who said that to me is no longer alive.

"Last month, at this time, a murderer broke into this place. He sat in your position and wept bitterly, and finally chose to surrender." The priest said in a steady voice, "What about you?"

"...I'm not a murderer." Kurosawa Hideaki looked towards the confessional room.

The priest who speaks is hidden in the inner cubicle, and generally the priest and the confessor do not meet.

The priest didn't know who he was anyway, and they couldn't see each other's faces.It seems good to borrow a priest for self-diagnosis.

Kurosawa Hideaki got up and walked into the somewhat cramped confession room.

The priest became happy, and his voice rose slightly, "What do you want to confess?"

"I don't repent." Kurosawa Hideaki gave the priest a slap in the face, and then turned back, "I just came to chat with you."

Priest: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

"My best friend seemed to like me, but he wouldn't admit it, so I sneaked him a kiss."

Father:?

"what?"

"It's not secretly, I know he's pretending to be asleep." Kurosawa Hideaki's speech speed gradually accelerated, "He has a psychological problem, that kiss is just a therapeutic method, and I'm a psychiatrist."

Priest: "Really? I don't quite believe it."

"I don't need you to believe me, I'm just stating the facts."

Priest: "..." He took a deep breath, "Okay, so, why are you distressed?"

"I'm not distressed, I just can't figure it out." Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head in the empty confession room, "I seem to have feelings for him between friends. But friends shouldn't kiss, I should Treat like a business."

Priest: "You already have the answer in your heart, ah—"

"Really? I don't think I have an answer yet."

The priest's word "door" got stuck in his throat, and he let out a "heh" sound.

"Love that this emotion depends on dopamine and hormone secretion, but every time I think of him, I just think of the cheesecake he made, or think of those things that are more exciting."

Like bombings or something.

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking, he looked at the wooden board of the confession room, and his gaze seemed to see the priest who was looking down at him through the board.

Priest: ...Wh, what exciting thing?

Oh, my God, this is really a very confused little lamb, and he still doesn't know if he loves him or not.

In an instant, the priest was burdened, and even his voice became seductive, "But cheesecakes are all over the world, and there are countless people who make delicious ones. Why do you only think of him?"

"I haven't. I thought about what Lukes made. They are all delicious." Kurosawa Hideaki replied seriously, "But I think it seems different."

"Of course it's different, you won't kiss Lukes." The priest felt a breath stuck in his chest, "You like him, but you don't like Lukes."

"I like Lukes too." After Kurosawa Hideaki finished speaking, he heard the wooden board click, "I also like my housekeeper and brother."

Priest: "..."

Ah, no, I think you should repent, right?

"But those likes don't seem to be the same as what I like about him."

Kurosawa Hideaki frowned, "What's the difference? I want to be with them forever."

The priest didn't catch his breath, thinking that Lucifer might have sent him a lamb that had rolled around in hell to test his professional skills.

"What if I only choose one?" He asked tentatively.

"Brother." Kurosawa Hideaki hardly hesitated, "He is my only relative."

Priest: ...

"But you don't want to sleep with your brother."

"Why don't you want to?" Kurosawa Hideaki narrowed his eyes, "It's okay to sleep together."

Priest: ...

Death, help me!

is this real?This crime!

Why don't you surrender yourself?

No, no, look at the pure green eyes of this little lamb, maybe he doesn't know what sleep means at all.

"It's inevitable for people to have desires, but generally speaking, people don't have desires for their loved ones." The priest's voice was dry, but his stand was firm. "This is not right."

Kurosawa Hideaki's ears were burning, and he realized that he had made a mistake. Sleeping was not covered with a quilt to chat, but covered with a quilt for a negative distance.

"But I, I never thought about sleeping with him, him."

Priest: "Really?"

Yes yes, not at all!

Kurosawa Hideaki thought this way, but began to care about "desire".

The undercover training must also have the skill class of "using one's own strengths to communicate". Zero is 29 years old. Has he ever had it?

No, there is no way.

It is impossible for the police badge to become a human being, so how could Jiang Guling like others.

From the perspective of psychological characteristics and external performance, even if Zero falls in love with someone, it should be him...

He is right...

The priest caught a glimpse of Zhi Leng's red ear tips on the outside of the hat, chuckled happily, and said firmly:

"you like him."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and pinched the tips of his ears, muttering, "I don't like him."

He is unwilling to give in advance, and is more willing to give back than to give. Zero has never admitted that he likes him, so how could he like Zero.

"You like him," the priest repeated. "It's not something to be ashamed of. Don't deceive yourself."