Me dressed as a gin brother

"—Do you need a taxi? Guest?"

Kurosawa Hideaki opened his eyes and looked at the taxi parked in front of him and the driver poking his head out of the driver's seat.

About 55 years old, has worked more than 7 hours today, married and divorced, has a daughter who is going to college.

"Need." Kurosawa Hideaki withdrew his gaze, forcing himself to clear his mind and stop thinking.

"Go to No. 01, Mihuacho [-]-chome."

Come back home.

The distance from 30-chome to [-]-chome is not far, and it doesn’t even take [-] minutes to walk, and it’s even faster to take a taxi.

It was still dark when Kurosawa Hideaki got out of the car. As soon as he opened the door, he could smell the strong smell of blood coming from the living room.

A pure black windbreaker was piled up in front of the temporary hanger at the entrance, and a top hat was hung askew on the hanger.

Kurosawa Hideaki picked up the windbreaker and shook it off, carefully inspecting the marks on his upper body.

There are no bullet holes in the cardiopulmonary area.

He breathed a sigh of relief, hung his coat on the hanger, and whispered, "I'm back."

No one responded.

He followed the smell of blood lightly to the living room, an underwear was draped over the back of the sofa, and there were a few used cotton balls and tweezers in the medical enamel tray on the coffee table.

Judging by the dosage, it should be a minor injury.

"Madeira?" Kurosawa Hideaki probed towards the kitchen with a breathy voice. The coffee machine was not working, and there was a casserole on the stove in the kitchen, and the soup inside was bubbling.

Madeira is not on the first floor, and neither is Gin.

Kurosawa Hideaki pursed his lips guiltily, feeling a little guilty.

If only Conan hadn't been told about the bug.If Judy didn't call Shuichi Akai, my brother wouldn't get hurt.

But if he really doesn't say anything, the innocent detective Mori Kogoro is very likely to be in danger...

Ahhhhh!

Kurosawa Hideaki broke down and inserted his fingers into his hair and scratched randomly a few times.

There will be losses no matter what you choose.

He can also talk to his brother to see if he can completely turn him against him, but this is almost impossible. Gin has been in a dark place for a long time, and he has long been used to that way of life.

What's more, he couldn't guarantee the safety of the gin.

He is a cadre of the Black Organization. According to the information disclosed by that organization so far, it is likely that the system of reporting undercover agents is implemented.

That is to say, once a person is found to be suspicious, another person can collect evidence and report online, and once confirmed by the undercover undercover gin, they can be rewarded.

In this kind of organization that can only be completely exited by death, the members at the bottom will be squeezed out of the last remaining value.They have no time to watch TV, no time to rest, no time to do any entertainment.

They live to complete tasks, and they are rewarded for completing tasks.

These rewards allow those bottom members to gain status.And status allows them to enjoy gradually increasing degrees of freedom and dominance over other bottom-level members.

So reward = freedom.

In order to be free, the members of the organization will desperately climb up, and will stare at every suspicious object around them.

According to Gin's business level, he would normally not be discovered, but what if?

What if it is discovered?

Hideaki Kurosawa thought of the cg he watched on the plane, what if the person who committed suicide on the rooftop was replaced with gin?

Just thinking about it will stop breathing.

Absolutely not!

Kurosawa Hideaki pressed his forehead against the cold wall to calm himself down.

You must not doubt your original judgment just because your brother was injured. Maintaining the current state is the best choice.

As long as Gin stays the same, the less people know about his plan before things can be fully resolved, the better.

He took a deep breath, adjusted the expression on his face, and walked into the small living room on the third floor with the box.

Because the third floor generally does not entertain foreign guests, the living room is smaller and more warmly decorated.

On the side of the living room is the bathroom of the master bedroom. When Kurosawa Hideaki just sat down on the soft sofa, Gin pushed open the door of the bathroom.

When their eyes collided, Xiu Ming was inevitably stunned for a moment.

The bathrobe Gin was wearing was untied, and the exposed chest and abdomen had healed scars.One of the flesh-brown scars cut straight from the waist and abdomen to the side of the hip bone.

This should be the scar left by a Japanese Taidao.

There is also a puncture wound with only about 3 fingers, and the location is on the external oblique muscle.

Just looking at these scars, he could clearly deduce the murderer's actions when his brother was injured.

Gin took one look at him and tied up the plain black bathrobe, so that all the scars were covered, revealing the latest one—the wound on the cheek.

This is Shuichi Akai's second shot.

"I..." Kurosawa Hideaki said a word, and suddenly closed his mouth, the tip of his nose became sore, his cheeks tightened involuntarily, and he couldn't continue.

He looked away, blinked quickly a few times, and didn't stop until his eyes were not so moist.

Gin picked up the cigarette on the table.

"--no!"

Kurosawa Hideaki jumped up and snatched the pack of cigarettes and lighter.

"You can't smoke, it will affect the wound healing. You touch the water, you are prone to infection, you need to disinfect it, and you can't eat irritating food. I saw that Madeira burned soup tofu, you—"

"Give me that bottle of water in the refrigerator." Gin interrupted.

Kurosawa Hideaki turned around quickly, opened the small refrigerator that was closer to him, took out a bottle of iced purified water, unscrewed the cap before handing it out.

Kurosawa raised his eyebrows, took a sip, and said, "Your shot that missed the muzzle of the rye gun was good."

"It's still not fast enough." Kurosawa Hideaki paused, "If only I could aim a little faster, you won't get hurt."

"You spared me a few shots." Qin Jiu looked at the box that Kurosawa Hideaki had placed horizontally on the coffee table, and directly changed the subject, and the person next to him seemed to be about to cry out.

"Madeira?"

Obviously, this is changing the subject.

My brother usually doesn't chat with people very much, and the mode of getting along with his subordinates is purely ordering and being ordered, and even changing the subject is so blunt.

Kurosawa Hideaki responded in a muffled voice: "Yes."

"It's kind of useful." Gin drank half of the bottle of pure water in one go, and screwed on the cap. "I just checked the surveillance video in the mailbox."

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly held his breath.

The part of Toru Amuro in today's video should be deleted. It stands to reason that Gin was on mission when they were in the Defense Agency, so there is no reason to see the real-time video.

Wasn't Madeira deleted?

"There was a deleted video this afternoon, did you ask Madeira to delete it?" Gin looked sideways at Kurosawa Hideaki, who was breathing slowly.

"Yes, it's me." Kurosawa Hideaki said honestly, "We're going...to the Defense Agency."

Qin Jiu snorted and watched Xiu Ming tense his back like a furry cat, "Are you afraid that I will get angry when I see you breaking into the defense hall, so I deleted the video?"

"Yes, but I didn't expect that the address used to receive the video could see the delete record."

"Only I can see that this is a necessary preparation to prevent Madeira from rebelling." Qin Jiu looked down at the sniper rifle, "If he dares to betray you, I will kill him."

Kurosawa Hideaki suddenly raised his hand and pinched his nose.

Why do you say "If he dares to betray you." Huh?

Too foul.

Isn't this telling him: Doesn't it matter if Madeira is loyal to you?

Why?

"I seem to be a thief." Kurosawa Hideaki held back the sourness that rushed to the tip of his nose, let go of his hand, and murmured, "I seem to be a thief."

Gin glanced at his reddened nose, "Go down and get me the medicine."

Kurosawa Hideaki stood up, ran downstairs to get a brand new medical tray and gauze, and ran upstairs again.

When Madeira tidied up the mess downstairs and went upstairs, Gin's face was already well treated.

With a piece of flat gauze on it, it looks very professional and attentive. It is definitely not done by the husband who can say "just this little injury will be fine tomorrow".

Then it can only be the young master.

Following Gin's line of sight, Madeira walked around to the other corner of the living room, and as expected, saw Kurosawa Hideaki squatting and emptying the garbage from the medical tray into the trash can.

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished falling, he stood up abruptly. The excessive speed of getting up made him a little dizzy, but this feeling disappeared soon.

"Dinner is ready, let's go down and eat." Madeira picked up the enamel plate in his hand.

"Ah."

This is a hearty meal.

The temperature of the soup tofu was just right. Considering that he was afraid of being hot, Madeira seemed to use some method to let him cool it down a little earlier.

The tofu shakes in the spoon and melts in the mouth, with a little cheese aroma in the middle.

His is a special product?

Kurosawa Hideaki frequently looked at Kurosawa Jin who was sitting in the main seat, with writing all over his face: Is your food delicious?

"It's not the same." Gin said briefly.

Oh fine.Kurosawa Hideaki withdrew his gaze and concentrated on eating the special Yudoufu in his bowl.

Although this combination is strange, it is very good to eat in your mouth.

Japanese-style home-cooked food is not as complicated as Western food, so the time for eating is not long.

After the two finished eating, Gin glanced at his watch, it was 18:23.

It's still early.

"Go wash up first, then come to the study."

"Yes." Kurosawa Hideaki responded.

What are you doing in the study?Do you want to chat?

I didn't expect Li Baoen to be quite reliable, the agreed six hours was six hours.

He is really the world's number one killer Mr. who keeps his word!

He happily praised Li Baoen from top to bottom and inside out in his heart, and hummed a song in the bathroom.

It won't take long to take a bath, Kurosawa Hideaki turned off the shower to dry his body and looked up in the mirror involuntarily.

Shila-

The ear-piercing sound of electric current rang.

Name: Hideaki Kurosawa

Identity: Qinjiu's younger brother, a police officer.

Ability: control the voice of the heart lv5

Kurosawa Hideaki wiped off the moisture on the mirror in a daze.

A lighted screen passes through the fingertips.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but the light screen still did not disappear.

zizi——

prick--

There was a noise like fingernails scratching the blackboard, and Kurosawa Hideaki shivered.

The light screen disappeared.

The mirror revealed his smooth upper body, without any scars, with well-proportioned muscles.

A vision appeared in front of him for a moment, it was Gin's chest full of scars.

He wouldn't have been hurt so much if it wasn't for me.

For a moment, this idea occupied my mind.

If it weren't for me, my brother wouldn't have to lie to the organization since he was a child in order to keep the two of them alive.

without me...

"Without you, we wouldn't doubt each other!"

A voice came from an extremely distant place, as if passing through heavy water mist, reaching the nerve center.

FLASH BACK!

Kurosawa Hideaki only had time to react to this, and immediately felt as if someone had been pushed into the icy sea water, his ears were rumbling, and the light in front of him was reversed, becoming hazy and glowing.

"If you weren't here, we might have solved the case in other ways!"

"It's all because of relying on you!"

"You caused us to panic and lose our ability to think. He was right. We shouldn't believe you. We should have arrested you when we saw the scene in the bathroom!"

"You murderer!"

Kurosawa Hideaki stretched out his hand, grabbing the last piece of driftwood like a drowning man, his fingertips touched the cold countertop, and barely pulled it.

Snapped--

The washing cup shattered.