Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki was puzzled by Amuro Toru's shocked eyes.

Why did the pot explode?

Officer Takagi didn't mention this situation when he discussed the dishes with him.

"Can I go in?" Amuro asked.Kurosawa Hideaki looked really embarrassed. There was a little curry soup hanging on his silver hair, and the unchanging police uniform was even more messy. There was a scratch on his cheek, which may be a fragment after the explosion scratched.

"Ah."

Kurosawa Hideaki gave him the slippers Amuro wore when he came last time, "It's a bit messy inside."

Even though Toru Amuro was mentally prepared, he was still taken aback when he saw the "crime scene".

The edges of the pressure cooker were seamed, and its lid was ripped apart and scattered on the kitchen floor, with one piece flying over the edge of the couch outside.

The curry soup was too thin to flow from the stove to the floor, and the valve of the gas stove was not even turned off.

"Where's the gas lock?"

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki looked at Toru Amuro's overly serious eyes. What does the explosion of the pot have to do with the gas valve?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he still replied, "At..."

Where?

He never cared where the gas valve was, because he didn't usually cook at all.

It doesn't matter, think about it carefully, generally speaking, there will be a main gate at the entrance, and all the gates will be there.

Kurosawa Hideaki calmly raised his finger and pointed to the door cover next to the wall where the key was hung, "It's there."

Toru Amuro:  …

The decoration of each house in the public apartment may be different, but the layout and circuit layout are similar.

For the sake of safety, this kind of apartment with many floors is often not allowed to be remodeled, so the wiring layout of the Kurosawa home should be similar to his home.

Anyway, no matter where it is, it will not be in the switch.

Amuro turned off the gas switch at hand, and then found the gas valve in the cabinet under the stove.

Kurosawa Hideaki watched helplessly as Amuro bent down, and then reached out to close something.Bet on the stomach that didn't get lunch or dinner, it was the gas valve that he pointed out just now.

Why does everything related to rice deviate from his cognition and reasoning?

It's unreasonable, it's totally unreasonable!

From the conspiracy theory that the deacon is taking revenge, Kurosawa Hideaki thought that Takagi was an undercover agent sent by the Mafia to the Metropolitan Police Department to kill him. No matter what kind of inference it is, it is impossible to cause the current situation.

That should be a problem with the pot.

"Too bad." Toru Amuro said, "This thing can't be used until it's cleaned up."

He dismantled a part of the stove, and then frowned in distress, "It's completely covered in food residue, and it will take time to unclog it."

Toru Amuro picked up the long-handled spoon that was set aside and pounded the appalling curry soup in the pot.It was all mush, and there was not even a whole piece of food that was more than a centimeter in diameter.

Kurosawa Hideaki, 23 years old, is a bright light in the police circle and the hope of Japanese public security.

When he was cooking curry, he used a pressure cooker on high heat for four to ten minutes, burning all the ingredients inside to slag.

Then the lid was forcibly opened without waiting for the pressure inside and outside the pressure cooker to be consistent, causing the pressure cooker to explode.

Because of too much water and an explosion, the soup gushed out and extinguished the open flame of the stove, and then he opened the door for visitors without turning off the gas switch. It was lucky that the kitchen did not explode.

There were too many mistakes in the operation during this period, Toru Amuro didn't know where to start to help Hideaki Kurosawa correct it.

He politely asked from the beginning of everything: "Why do you cook curry in a pressure cooker?"

Kurosawa Hideaki replied confidently: "Because Police Officer Takagi said to use the largest pot, it will make you feel happy when you eat it. Is this a pressure cooker?"

He doesn't even know what a pressure cooker looks like!

Toru Amuro sighed, "Actually, you can cook curry in the most common soup pot, and for the flavor of the soup, it's best not to cover it."

Hideaki Kurosawa suddenly realized, "It turned out that I couldn't open it at first because of the air pressure, eh!"

"If I change the pot tomorrow, I will succeed!"

Amuro put down the spoon in his hand and looked at the pot of soup again.

He didn't know if the clever Kurosawa police officer would fry the pot tomorrow, but cooking would definitely not succeed.

The curry cube was not broken, and now it actually stuck to the bottom of the pot, emitting a smell of burnt during the stirring just now.

Is there really someone in the world who can burn food with too much water and not feel in the least guilty.

sorry.

Amuro put a lid on the pressure cooker that didn't belong to it, like a white cloth covering the face of the victim's body.

"I was cooking just before I came, and it should be almost done now, do you want to eat together?"

Kurosawa Hideaki thought of the milk-flavored biscuits last time, and swallowed inevitably.

I didn't expect Mr. Undercover, who is currently working four jobs, to be so hospitable. Officer Takagi is right, he is indeed a good person.

Anyway, today's quota has been spent, and if you don't eat, you will be hungry. Anyway, everyone is a policeman, and it is right to help each other.

Kurosawa Hideaki changed his dirty uniform, wiped his hair briefly, and followed Amuro Toru to 304.

As soon as I entered the door, the aroma of butter spread over the surface, and my stomach grumbled unapologetically.

"Are you hungry?" Toru Amuro put the mushroom soup in a bowl in front of Hideaki Kurosawa, "The new dish I tried today, creamy pumpkin mushroom soup, although it uses these few ingredients, it looks more delicious in appearance. Like a milkshake, you can’t see the ingredients used.”

Kurosawa Hideaki took a sip, but there was no salty taste, so he couldn't tell, but it tasted good anyway.

It's so good that you can drink a whole bowl with tears in your eyes.

Today was the most miserable day in his life. Even before he came to this virtual world, he had never tasted the feeling of being hungry. This was the first time he was hungry.

Kurosawa Hideaki was holding the bowl, thinking ecstatically, what he gains is what he loses, he has gained an older brother for nothing, and it seems nothing to be hungry all day.

Thinking about it this way, the spirit that had disappeared for a day was immediately revived.

"I want another bowl." Kurosawa Hideaki handed the empty bowl to Toru Amuro, with hunger written all over his face.

Amuro filled him with a second bowl, dumbfounded, "Have you been cut off from your source of income by the housekeeper?"

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a while, and Toru Amuro was able to tell in just 10 minutes that his source of income was gone.

"I thought the police were the same as Tetsuya Kazama, they could only execute orders, they couldn't think for themselves."

Toru Amuro selectively ignored the "provocation" to the police, and pointed out his mistake cruelly, "That person is Yuya Kazami."

"It doesn't matter, I never remember the names of idiots."

"Why?" Amuro Toru ignored the word "idiot" again, he had already fully mastered the method of chatting with Kurosawa Hideaki, as long as he coaxed along the hair, it would be easy to talk.

"Human brain capacity is limited. Even if I can remember more things, I still have to cherish it. I can't waste four words of memory on an insignificant person."

"Oh, what's my name?"

"Toru Amuro." Kurosawa Hideaki replied in seconds, and then added, "Pseudonym."

"It seems that my name doesn't take up much of your storage space." After Amuro finished speaking, he poured the finished black pepper sauce on the steak. Because there were more unexpected visitors, he had to put the steak Cut in two and added pasta and fried eggs.

When he walked up to Kurosawa Hideaki with the plate, the expectant expression on the other side reminded him of the long-haired Persian cat raised by Mrs. Anderson.

The cat with the race-level blood had the same look when it heard the sound of opening a can.

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't care what Toru Amuro was thinking, he couldn't wait to raise his knife and fork and eat the first bite of meat of the day.

It's wagyu beef, soft, glutinous and smooth, full of soup, worthy of being an undercover gentleman with four salaries, he is really rich.

When Takagi and Takagi went to the market today, he stared at the raw meat for a while, knowing the price well.

Wagyu beef costs 2500 yen to buy a catty. At that time, he only had 400 yen.

When Kurosawa Hideaki finished eating, Amuro Toru had just eaten three mouthfuls.

"Why were you cut off from your source of income by your housekeeper?" Toru Amuro was suffering from an occupational disease, and couldn't help wanting to get all the information about other people.

"Because you dismantled the bomb that day in the vestibule of the Metropolitan Police Department?"

"Wrong, it was actually my brother. He blocked my card and wanted me to realize the mistake of risking my life. Then I resigned from the post of police and stayed at home to be a good baby."

Kurosawa Hideaki was full, had the strength to think, and began to speak impolitely.

"As long as the Public Security Bureau pays my wages, he won't be able to control me anymore, just endure it for another 30 days."

"what's his job?"

Kurosawa Hideaki thought: He and you are colleagues.

But he couldn't say that, he couldn't bet on whether Toru Amuro was proficient in micro-expressions, so he showed his best state of lying, "The work he does is very profitable."

Toru Amuro stopped exploring. Generally speaking, before becoming a police officer, there will be a family background check. Being able to sit in that position means that Hideaki Kurosawa's files are very clean and there is nothing to worry about.

He changed the topic, "Kazama has become your subordinate."

"Yes, the higher-ups want him to be the liaison between you and me, but obviously, we don't really need it." Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged and looked at the clock hanging next to the refrigerator, "He should soon I'll send you a message."

As soon as the voice fell, the email reminder sounded.

Kurosawa Hideaki and Amuro Toru took out their mobile phones at the same time, and there was an email message from Kazami Yuya on it.

"At two o'clock tonight, at the "cocktail" reception at the Mihua Dahei Building Bar, the target is wearing a black vest and a dark green bolo tie."

Toru Amuro looked at the words on the phone, "At two o'clock tonight, at the "cocktait" reception at Mihua Dahei Building Bar, he will come to you."

"Why is it two o'clock?" Kurosawa Hideaki was extremely dissatisfied, "You don't sleep? Oh, I forgot, you only sleep 4 hours a day at most."

"This bar is an organization industry. There will be a task handover at two o'clock tonight. It is not appropriate for us to meet here." Toru Amuro frowned. It's outrageous.

Is this considered a police officer?

"If you want to exchange information, you can do it now, there is no need to go there."

Yes, but Kurosawa Hideaki still wants to go because he wants to know what the handover looks like.

"I called housekeeping for you, and it should be cleaned up by now."

This sentence belonged to a tactful chaser, and it was impossible for Kurosawa Hideaki not to hear it. He politely got up and said goodbye, and went home pretending that he had no interest in the Daikoku Building in Mihuacho.

At one o'clock in the morning, the set alarm clock rang on time, Kurosawa Hideaki got up in a jerk, dressed neatly, and started to rush to the Daikoku Building along the navigation.

No way, no money to take a taxi.

But he failed to reach that place in the end and was kidnapped halfway.

He could have smashed the head of the not-so-strong kidnapper, but in the middle of the resistance, he heard the other party talking to himself:

"In this case, there are enough people, and you can turn in the task, hehe. I will definitely get the code name this time, Margarita, don't look down on people."

Margarita, a type of cocktail made from tequila.

Kurosawa Hideaki sucked the drug from the kidnapper's handkerchief, and fell asleep very cooperatively.

What's the point of exploring the building?He likes more exciting.

The author has something to say:

Toru Amuro: I am a breeder who is proficient in human nature

Qin Jiu: The younger brother is rebellious, and the older brother sighs. (Beretta loaded)