Me dressed as a gin brother

Kurosawa Hideaki finished the advertisement and exited the live broadcast room as if he had completed the task.

He lay back on the sofa, staring blankly at the door of the Scottish guest room.

I have to say that my brother's psychological suggestion is so perfect that it is almost the same as brainwashing, but the human brain generally has a protection mechanism. This protection mechanism can hide important information at a deeper level when the brain is under attack.

And this "deep" surface he should have touched just now, Scotland showed a rather angry expression when asked about his real name and companion.

This shows that he still has a sense of autonomy indoors, but it is hidden deeper.

He can be cured.

The question is what kind of treatment is more appropriate...

Kurosawa Hideaki thought, the door blurred in his vision.

It's late at night, it's bedtime.

The sofa at home was a bit small, and it was uncomfortable to fall asleep, so he began to dream in a daze.

There is the hum of the plane flying in my ears, and I can see the blue sky outside the window when I turn my head.

Kurosawa Hideaki looked down at the game console in his hand, and the screen was filled with familiar game content——

On a dimly lit rooftop, hurried footsteps and the sound of panting during strenuous exercise can still be heard.

"This pv is so long."

Kurosawa Hideaki complained: "Does the hard mode need so many preludes? Wouldn't it be better to just go straight to the case?"

No one answered, everyone was doing their own thing, and the colleague who recommended this game to him just smiled and didn't answer.

Kurosawa Hideaki was used to it, and he continued to watch.

The long-haired man turned around and said in a slow tone with contempt: "Traitors should be punished, right?"

"Bourbon."

The light blond-haired man didn't respond, he approached the suicide man almost eagerly, and then listened to the other man's chest.

This posture allowed Kurosawa Hideaki to see his face clearly——

Toru Amuro!

Kurosawa Hideaki was startled awake in an instant. He sat up and looked at Scotland's room in surprise. He had never paid attention to this game pv before, and he didn't think it was an important clue when he played it.

Fortunately, he has intuitive memory and memory palace, as long as he consciously writes down the content, he will basically not forget it.

This gives this image a chance to appear in the dream.

He knew that Zhu Fu Jingguang and Amuro Toru were colleagues, but he didn't expect their relationship to be so good.

If it was just a colleague, then Toru Amuro should at least be able to maintain the most basic calm when he saw Su Geli committing suicide, instead of losing his sense of proportion in front of the enemy and increasing the possibility of being suspected.

Apparently, their relationship is not generally good.

What, what should I do?

Could it be that in the future, when Toru Amuro came with a biscuit, he couldn't allow people to enter the door?

Can he still go to Amuro Toru's house for dinner with peace of mind?

Things have developed into the way it is now, Cengfan is no longer just a need for survival, there is no one in Mihua Town who is better at cooking than Toru Amuro!

Madeira might be one, but he's still pissed off about the last time he defuses a bomb.

No, the treatment of Scotland must be put on the agenda, as soon as possible!

Kurosawa Hideaki was so frightened that he couldn't sleep, and just when he recovered, he heard the phone buzzing non-stop.

Pick it up and see that there are 20 missed calls, and they are still increasing.

No wonder I dream about things on the plane. It turns out that the buzzing sound of the mobile phone is like the noise made by the plane.

Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the phone cautiously, "Hello?"

"Mr. Kurosawa!" Kazami Yuya's voice showed a breakdown of being forced to work overtime, "Do you have to open a detective agency? The news is already hyping that the Public Security Bureau will not pay wages!"

"It's true that wages haven't been paid..." Kurosawa Hideaki muttered softly.

"Isn't it still time to pay wages? You see, your breakfast and dinner are now paid by Mr. Amuro."

But he needs one billion!

"I will remember this kindness." Kurosawa Hideaki said righteously.

Yes, he is not the ungrateful kind of person!

"But the work in the Public Security Bureau is too boring. I only sleep and sleep every day. There is no case brought to me. If this continues, I will die of boredom."

Kazami Yuya defended: "But last time——"

"Last time, you were tricked and sent the wrong information. In all fairness, did the kidnapping case threaten national security? Is it worth sending it to me?" Kurosawa Hideaki pressed on step by step.

Kazami Yu was also speechless.

Yes, he was reprimanded by the police last night, and his wages were deducted for a week.

"It seems that you have nothing to say? Go to bed. Also, you don't have to deliver breakfast tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Kurosawa Hideaki wanted to knock on Scotland's door, but it was only four o'clock in the morning, so it was obviously impolite to wake someone up so early.

Forget it.

He circled the living room for no apparent reason, and then sat back on the sofa that helped him recognize reality.

Hey, relatives are sometimes a sweet burden.

Scotland must be ruled, and one billion yen must be earned.

In order to avoid being found out about the flow of funds, it is best to collect money in cash.

The problem now is that I don't know when Miyano Akemi will act, and whether he will have enough time to earn the billion yen.

"Ding--"

The electronic doorbell rang briefly, followed by a furtive voice on the pager a moment later.

"Hello, is this Mr. Kurosawa's office? I am the client who came to entrust the case."

Kurosawa Hideaki rubbed his hands. Judging by the door-to-door speed, it is not impossible to earn one billion.

Open the door happily and find that the visitor is a high school student.

"What's wrong? Looking for a cat?"

Kurosawa Hideaki turned on the light in the living room, then dragged a chair from the dining table to the opposite side of the sofa, "Sit."

The high school student sat down cautiously, and began to describe his situation, "My name is Kimura——"

"I'm not interested in your name. Your father is a painter. There are three cats at home, one British shorthair, one puppet, and one Sanhua. Sanhua lost, right? Tell me about you When was the last time I saw it, and what does it usually like to do."

The high school student showed an extremely shocked expression, and he didn't say anything yet!Officer Kurosawa knows everything?

"Don't show that expression, it's not difficult." Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the timer next to him, "There are still 9 minutes."

"Sanhua often went out some time ago, but she would come back by herself in the end. I don't know where to eat and I became fat. Recently, I don't like to move more and more. The last time I saw it was three days ago."

"It just went out to mate." Kurosawa Hideaki said blankly, "Sanhua is generally a female cat, and the reason she eats and gets fatter is because she is pregnant."

The high school student showed an unbelievable expression.

"Your neighbor's house should also have cats, right? Go to their houses and look for them. Take your house as the center, and the cats raised by residents with a radius of 50 meters to 100 meters are all suspect cats."

Kurosawa Hideaki pressed the stop timer, and there were still eight and a half minutes until 10 minutes.

"Thank you, Mr. Kurosawa." After the high school student finished speaking, he stood up eagerly, as if he wanted to leave.

"Wait." Kurosawa Hideaki stopped him, what's wrong?High school students can not pay?

"It costs [-] yuan to find a cat, and it will be settled in one go. No credit will be given."

He paused, and then said, "I know you have. You stole and sold your father's painting before you came, and now you have at least 100 million cash on you."

The high school student took out an envelope with embarrassment and put it on the dining table, "Sorry, I'm so excited, thank you."

"En." Kurosawa Hideaki replied coldly, looking like an honest gentleman who was not moved by money.

After the high school student left with vain footsteps, Kurosawa Hideaki rushed to the dining table, picked up the brown paper bag, and counted the cash inside.

10 pieces of 1 yen, really [-]!

I never thought about starting a detective agency before. After all, looking for cats and solving affairs are boring, but I didn't expect that after becoming famous, it would be so easy to make money?

Since the first high school student came to the door at four o'clock in the morning, there was an endless stream of clients who came to visit, and this situation continued until five o'clock.

At [-]:[-], while he was on the couch addressing a sad lady about her husband's affair, the half-open door was pulled open, and someone knocked politely twice on the door.

"Kurosawa?"

Toru Amuro?

Kurosawa Hideaki was startled, his eyes widened, and he looked at the person with a guilty conscience, "What, what's wrong?"

"Sorry, did I scare you again?" Kurosawa Hideaki's reaction reminded Amuro of when they first met.

"you……"

He originally wanted to ask if you are so short of money?But seeing the client who was out of breath from crying, he swallowed this sentence back.

"May I come in?"

Kurosawa Hideaki reacted fiercely, "No way!"

The Scottish shoes are still not collected in the entrance, the door of the guest room is closed, and there are loopholes everywhere in the house.

At this moment, the client lady stopped crying and looked at Kurosawa Hideaki with a strange look.

The day she found out that her husband was cheating seemed to be the same.

She wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and then said, "Mr. Kurosawa, you seem to have a personal matter to deal with. I'll go find someone else to settle this matter."

no!don't go! 100!

Hideaki Kurosawa picked up the notepad next to him and quickly wrote down an address, "According to what you said just now, your husband should be here, but I suggest you go there with a camera and keep the evidence of cheating, so that you can get divorced To strive for the best interests in the lawsuit."

"I will." The lady took the note without doubt, and then put the bulging envelope on the dining table where there was already a stack of envelopes, "If the address is incorrect..."

"The address can't be incorrect!" Kurosawa Hideaki interrupted the lady, and personally sent her to the door, "I never make mistakes in reasoning."

When the people left completely, Kurosawa Hideaki blocked the door without any intention of letting Amuro through.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Oh?" Toru Amuro, who was wearing a tracksuit, looked at the alert Kurosawa Hideaki from top to bottom, and then noticed the brand new pair of sneakers lying at the door.

"Do you have guests at home?"

"...En." Kurosawa Hideaki reluctantly responded, and then stopped talking.

"Kazama told me that you don't need breakfast today, do you want the guests to cook it for you?"

The characteristic of high IQ is curiosity. As long as unknown problems are in front of us, no one can suppress curiosity.

Of course Toru Amuro is the same, the more Kurosawa Hideaki conceals it, the more he wants to know who the guests are inside.

If it was someone he didn't know, then Kurosawa Hideaki would never have reacted like this.

"In the future..." Kurosawa Hideaki clasped his hands together, begging for mercy, "I will introduce him to you in the future, but not yet."

"Well, if he's important enough to make you give up your cheesecake for a week, I'm okay with it." Amuro shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn't realize how cruel he said, "Going to exercise?"

"I'm not going..." Kurosawa Hideaki sent Amuro Toru away with a sigh of relief, and then closed the door.

Now, the pile of envelopes full of money on the table couldn't cheer him up.

So what if there is so much money, and it can’t be used. The cheesecake that should not be eaten is still not available.

For a moment, Kurosawa Hideaki was angry from his heart, and the evil turned to the gallbladder.

He had a busy night and only slept for four hours. He ran away with long legs while eating cheesecake, but Scotland happily slept for eight hours. Why!

He slammed open the door of Scotland's house, took a pot in one hand and a shovel in the other, and knocked.

"Wake up! Patient in bed zero! Treatment time is up!"