Conan, My Neighbor Kurosawa Jin

Imaguchi opened his eyes, looked at the dark room, opened the curtains, and bright sunlight shone in.

I yawned inwardly, turned on the TV, and made myself breakfast, even though it was already late.

The news was being broadcast on the TV, and Imaguchi didn't listen carefully. He only roughly knew that a politician passed away yesterday, and that there was another earthquake somewhere.

Putting the bread and milk on the table, Imaguchi changed the table and started to read while eating.

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Looking at the yard that had become bare due to the cold weather, Imaguchi didn't care. He would rather have the yard bare than the prickly pine leaves.

Seeing that it was warm outside, Imakou Xin sat on the swing in the yard and basked in the sun.

Holding a Sudoku card in his hand, he filled it in time and time again. He looked very elegant and made people feel very comfortable.

Gin stood in the yard, just within sight of Imaguchi's heart. After a few seconds of pause, he drove out of his car.

Hearing the roar of the car, Imaguchi looked up and saw Mr. Kurosawa, smiling and waving.

Gin said nothing, but the expression on his face was not so cold.

The car passed by at speed, and Imaguchi continued to read numbers.

In the car, Vodka was holding a computer in his hand and tapping away.

"Brother is going to Xinye today. There is a transaction that requires you to go there in person.

The other party is a biologist, and he has an important piece of research information in his hand... The organization's intention is to bring the person back as much as possible, and if not, deal with it. "

Gin didn't even look back, he just said four words simply and clearly.

"time and location."

"3pm, xxx"

Vodka looked at Gin curiously while searching for information.

"Brother, why are you so kind to Imaguchi?" If he hadn't known that the big brother in front of him was real and not pretending to be someone else, Vodka would have doubted whether someone was disguised as his big brother.

Regardless of whether he is dealing with his own people or outsiders, the eldest brother has always been cold and careless, but when facing that boy Imaguchi Heart, the eldest brother's temper is always better.

Although he ignored some, it was better than treating others. This made Vodka feel very strange. He didn't know where Imaguchi was favored by his elder brother.

"Haha, you're so stupid. You can see through it at a glance." Gin said lightly, with a hint of disdain in his voice. That kid was so single and stupid. He was so grown up, but he behaved in a way that wouldn't seem strange even in elementary school. He was also very weak.

Originally, Gin would ignore this kind of person when he met him, but now he has become a neighbor and hangs around in front of his eyes all day long. Gin didn't want to appear too different, so he naturally restrained his aura.

In addition, although Gin doesn't like Imaguchi, he doesn't hate him either. He looks at Imaguchi as if he is a fool, so he will naturally have a better temper.

Although he is not a good person, he is not to the point of kicking anyone he sees. Therefore, his tolerance for Imoko is higher than that of ordinary people, and Imoko is a person who does not cause trouble. Gin gets along with him It seemed very happy.

Vodka didn't expect to hear such an answer. He originally thought that his eldest brother had fallen in love with that kid and wanted to bring him into the organization.

He was worried for a long time, fearing that his position would be replaced, but, okay, okay!

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Put the finished cake into the plate, Imagouchi continues to pour the batter into the container, then put it into the oven and heat it.

On the plate on the table, there were already four or five pieces of baked cakes and breads, all of which he made in his spare time.

It's just that I didn't control the amount and time well the first time, so I baked so much, several of them were broken, and there were still a lot of useless noodles.

Imaguchi didn't want to waste the batter, so he decided to bake it all. He liked to eat it anyway.

You can eat more if you bake more, and you don't have to make breakfast, which is really killing two birds with one stone.

I divided some good bread out and hung it at the door of Mr. Kurosawa's house. Fortunately, now that the weather is cold, I don't have to worry about it spoiling.

Mr. Kurosawa should come back soon.