Me dressed as a gin brother

"Do you need me to help you with other equipment?"

Kurosawa Hideaki looked suspiciously at the soft-spoken Momo Jingguang.

The other party's eyebrows were stretched, with a smile on his face, his hands were clasped on the base of his thighs, his upper body was leaning against the sofa, his back was relaxed, and he didn't stop.

Just looking at the body language, Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed completely lifeless.But is Jing Guang the kind of person who will be distracted just because of a word?

Obviously not.

Zhu Fu Jingguang is hiding his true emotions. If he nods unceremoniously, this friend who may be his right-hand man in the future is likely to be even more angry, and he will find the right time to settle the score after the fall.

Can't give him this chance.

Kurosawa Hideaki got up alone, stood beside Toru Amuro and said in sign language: 【I'll just go get it myself. 】

He opened the door of the master bedroom and took out the tablet.

Once in and out, the last cheesecake on the coffee table disappeared, leaving only a porcelain plate with fine cream marks remaining.

——zero ate the last one.

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at Furutani Zero's neck ring, looked at Zero's lower abdomen, and then glanced at the police zero group of obsessive-compulsive disorder sitting on the side who had also eaten an entire cake, puzzled.

The capacity of the mouth is so large, how did the two policemen finish a cheesecake in two bites?

Is eating a whole cake in two bites the unique secret of the police zero team?

But how can you taste the deliciousness of cheese after eating so quickly?That's no respect for cheesecake!

【Do you have anything to report to Kuroda? 】 Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Furutani Rei.

[Say what you want to say.After confirming the progress of the police department, we will discuss whether to target Dong Il first, or the person who put the bomb on my neck first. 】

Furutani Rei's sign language is not fast, and it is very easy to recognize.

Kurosawa Hideaki has never been able to concentrate on content that does not require brains, so as he watched and watched, the focus of his sight changed from the knuckle fingers to the face behind the hands.

Zero ate too quickly, and there were some "corpses" at the bottom of the butter biscuit near the lip line.

Even intelligence personnel should remember to destroy corpses and wipe out traces when they do bad things.

As soon as Kurosawa Hideaki thought of this, he saw the person stretch out his lips and tongue, licking off the biscuit crumbs standing on the side of the lip line.

—He knew I was watching.

—He did it on purpose.

Kurosawa Hideaki narrowed his eyes, shifted his gaze, and looked at the gray and purple eyes of Kamigoya Ling, thinking of the back of the other party who turned around and left after seeing the bed.

Ha, thought he wouldn't?

Kurosawa Hideaki grabbed the phone, turned and left.

He had just taken two steps when he heard voices from behind him.

"This group of cheesecake seems to have put too much lemon juice, which makes the butter base a bit sweet. Although it does have a layered texture, people who like sweets should not like it."

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his eyebrows, and without slowing down, he found Kurodahei's mobile phone number from the mobile phone address book while walking.

He wants to see what tricks this 29-year-old policeman, who doesn't know much about psychology, has never been in a relationship, and is indifferent when he sees a wooden bed where he and the person he likes sleeps at the same time, can play tricks.

"However... Aki ate three of them at once, so he should really like this modified taste."

"It's nice to be liked for a recipe that took a month to try."

Kurosawa Hideaki's ears were hot, and he walked quickly to the entrance, opened the door and moved out of the house sideways, forcing the phone receiver to his ear calmly.

The busy tone when dialing on the phone is annoying.

"Hello? Kurosawa?"

"Ah... um..."

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and pressed his right chest, "I'm just thinking."

"what?"

——Consider why everyone is a police officer, but the leader of the intelligence team who has no love experience is so good at playing tricks.

"Consider whether your police department has caught Dong Ri." Kurosawa Hideaki turned the abduction to the business without changing his expression.

"The Metropolitan Police Department has dispatched the police. We have locked the signal sources of all the people who attacked your live broadcast room and tracked them down. One of the sources is in the Public Prosecutor's Office. This identity matches your profile of Dongri. We have dispatched a team People go to the prosecutor's office to arrest people."

It's been caught, but not caught yet.

It seems that not all police officers have computer skills as good as Toru Amuro.

As soon as Kurosawa Hideaki frowned, he heard Kuroda on the other side of the phone say something in a low voice, and then the phone was switched to another person.

"I am the head of the National Public Safety Commission." The man's mellow voice passed through the earpiece and hit the eardrum, "I'm sorry that I can't meet you directly."

"Don't say polite words." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his hand and glanced at his watch, "I only reserved 3 minutes for the call."

The man smiled, without any anger, "The phone call between Jiang Gu and a bomber was made public, did you expect that?"

"exist."

"That's good." The chairman was obviously relieved, "Your grandfather—"

"I don't suggest that you spend such precious time discussing matters between Italy and Japan." Kurosawa Hideaki interrupted, "Now I wonder how long it will take for the Metropolitan Police Department to directly catch Dongri."

"Since you have seen the publicized call recording, why don't you feel a sense of urgency about what the prisoner said, 'If Dongil is not resolved, the first bomb will be detonated at noon tomorrow'?"

The man did not speak.

But even if he couldn't see the other person's expression, Kurosawa Hideaki knew what he was thinking.

"Are you a little too dependent on me?"

silence.

The call was interrupted for ten seconds like nothing.

"Yes." The man said, "Because you are worthy of our dependence."

Kurosawa Hideaki moved the receiver away.

He never thought that the chairman of the National Public Security Committee would say that.

It turned out that not only Kuroda Hei, but also the chairman of the National Public Security Commission called the Metropolitan Police Department's first search section to have a meeting with the psychiatrist!

"If things go well, the police officers from the Metropolitan Police Department's Search Division 10 should have arrived at the prosecutor's office by now. We have no conclusive evidence of Dongil's crime, but the attack on your live broadcast room can detain him for 15-[-] days and threaten the national public. If you go to prison for security crimes, the sentence will not be too long, but it is enough for us to find other evidence."

As expected of the chairman of the National Public Security Committee, it is still a little different from ordinary goldfish.

But will things really go as smoothly as the other party said?

"Mr. Kurosawa—"

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head in search of the sound, and saw Conan whispering with his hands covering his lips.

"There was an accident on the road." Conan spoke angrily while pointing to the news screen on the phone.

It was impossible to see clearly at this distance, Kurosawa Hideaki squatted down, and leaned in front of Conan.

#Smart cars collectively lost control, and car accidents occurred in many places in Tokyo, and the traffic was almost paralyzed. #

#Who is Dongil?Can Ming Deng give a perfect answer to this incident? #

#Tokyo has multiple fires and out-of-control home appliances. Is this a terrorist attack? #

#Can the police be trusted?Should we trust the beacon or the police? #

#Should lights be separated from police? #

Kurosawa Hideaki frowned, someone tried to separate him from the police department, so no matter how hard he tried, the credibility of the police would still decrease.

Because his efforts will be counted on him alone by everyone, no one cares where he belongs.

Ha, Rum's social skills are really good, and he is also a good player in psychological tactics.

It's a pity that Rum's news was delayed, and he underestimated the closeness of his connection with the police department.

"Chairman, control the public opinion on the Internet. Some people are fishing in troubled waters and trying to separate me from the police department."

Conan stared round his eyes, "Committee, Chairman???"

"Which chairman?"

Kurosawa shrugged off his shock for a moment, and instead slid his hand through report after report and photo of the consultation, looking for commonalities in these attacks.

Smart appliances…?

Kurosawa Hideaki stared at the photo of the pressure cooker blown into pieces.

Renye Karasuma has used this trick before.

A remote-controlled microwave oven killed a criminal psychology expert.

Kitajima Tadao almost died at home because of this method.

"Are these smart appliances connected to the Internet?"

Kurosawa Hideaki tapped the phone screen to zoom in on the photo.

Conan Edogawa had already forgotten to control the volume at this time, "Yes, there is a smart home appliance of the Internet of Things. Although it is more expensive, it is very convenient because it can be operated remotely."

"...You don't even know this, do you?"

Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head, "I know, but I don't remember."

Edogawa Conan: ...

Row.

"Ah! It's an attack from the Internet of Things!" Conan suddenly turned his phone around, almost slapping the clicked photo on Hideaki Kurosawa's face, "These cars that lost control first were electric frequency cars controlled by intelligent networking. Triggered the next series of car accidents!"

Conan continued, "These home appliances are too. The criminals illegally accessed the intrusion terminal through the Internet, and remotely controlled these home appliances!"

"But...but why would he do this?"

What was the prisoner's motivation for doing this?Only by finding the motive and evidence can the prisoner be locked.

But now everything is his speculation, and he doesn't have any evidence.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Edogawa Conan with a complicated expression.

The high school detective has been growing, and growing, unknowingly.

At least the other party now is much more mature than the boy when they first met.

"You are really suitable to be a police officer." Kurosawa Hideaki said, "Although you may not be as good as me in other areas, you are better than me in terms of intelligence and information."

A chuckle from the chairman of the National Security Council came from the handset of the mobile phone.

Conan looked at Kurosawa Hideaki, "Although the latter part can actually be omitted."

Kurosawa Hideaki narrowed his eyes viciously, and said again: "You are indeed suitable to be a police officer."

Conan waited for a while, but before the second half of the sentence, he realized that Mr. Bright Lantern had carefully deleted all the praises of himself and him.

Damn, how old are you!

"Did you hear that? The Internet of Things terrorist attack, after Dongri saw the phone recording exposed by Plamia, he felt that if he didn't do it, he might have no chance to do it, so he made his plan ahead of time."

"Have you searched the Humane Prosecutor's Office of the Metropolitan Police Department's first division?"

"……arrive."

"Go in, oh, by the way, Dong Il's position is not low, don't start looking for it from an intern, he is at least a deputy prosecutor, of course, the possibility of being a prosecutor is higher. Remember to send someone to guard the exit .”

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a moment, and then spoke softly at a very fast speed: "Although you said that I am worthy of dependence, it sounds very pleasant, but I don't want to bring a bunch of police officers who can't even catch a turtle in a jar."