Me dressed as a gin brother

"Good afternoon." Toru Amuro ignored Kurosawa Hideaki's envious eyes, calmly put on his shirt, and walked over to pull Kurosawa Hideaki up, "You don't have a camera there either?"

"No." Kurosawa Hideaki said, and quickly looked at Toru Amuro's room.

The layout of Room 13 and Room 12 is almost completely symmetrical, the only difference being the slightly different placement of the sofa.

"interesting."

Kurosawa Hideaki walked to the sofa, pushed the wall next to the sofa, and remained motionless.

He tapped on the wall with his fingers, the sound was small and there was no hollow sound.

This means that the walls are solid and there are no places to install traps.

"So there is a door between 12 and 13, but not between 13 and 14, which is interesting."

Kurosawa Hideaki turned his head to look at Toru Amuro. He had already fastened the rather well-styled bolo tie and was buttoning his vest.

To be honest, this style of vest always reminded him of the one in Madeira with three cameras installed.

Hideaki Kurosawa forced himself not to stare at the three buttons, and asked casually, "You knew the layout here in advance, because you didn't want to live with strangers on the 12th, so you fiddled with that lottery box?"

Toru Amuro smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes without denying it.

"Wow, let me think about it." Kurosawa Hideaki pretended to have a fully enclosed cardboard box in front of him. Under what circumstances could Toru Amuro draw two adjacent numbers?

He carefully reviewed Toru Amuro's movements, and stretched his hand in to restore it step by step.

Toru Amuro put his hand into the box and pretended to touch it, then paused for a while, tilted his arm slightly, as if he had taken something from the box wall, and finally took out two numbers from the box.

"Did you tape the number in the corner of the box?"

Kurosawa Hideaki narrowed his eyes, "You glue the two connected numbers together in advance, then stick them on the left side of the box, and then calculate the time to come to the villa. You chat with the maid not just to inquire about news, And just to stall for time."

"Hmm." Toru Amuro threw the changed sportswear into the washing machine in the bathroom, "Excellent, and then?"

"Whoever you run into, as long as he doesn't look like a threat, you will give him the number 12. It can be anyone, anyway, you will use up someone who can take the number 12."

Hideaki Kurosawa sat on the sofa in Toru Amuro's room, admiring the meticulousness of the other party, "You participated in the arrangement of this banquet as a waiter, so you know this castle almost like the back of your hand, and you have stepped on it."

"Of course, if I'm exposed, all the hard work will be in vain." Amuro began to calibrate the front sight of the pistol. He lubricated the gun and asked, "How is your aim?"

"...not bad." Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes drifted for a moment, "With a pistol, it can reach ten rings within 20 meters."

Put ten rings on someone else's target.

Kurosawa Hideaki added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

Toru Amuro paused, "Huh?"

20 meters?

good?

He suspected that he had heard it wrong. Kurosawa Hideaki hadn't spoken at all just now.

The shooting distance of the pistol is about 50 meters, and 20 meters is not even half of the range. How is it possible?

Must have heard wrong.

Must have heard wrong.

Kurosawa Hideaki watched Amuro Toru's eyes go blank, and used muscle memory to accurately adjust the aim of the pistol, then stood up, and said as if he had never asked anything: "Let's go to the restaurant."

"Hmm." Kurosawa Hideaki followed, and then reasoned out the whole incident in a low voice.

"After receiving the task from the organization, you immediately disguised yourself as a waiter and came to participate in the arrangement of the banquet. In order to better explore this place, you should apply for a housekeeping staff."

"After investigation, you found that the room was linked in pairs. In order to take the initiative in your own hands, you chose to cheat in the lottery box."

"I took a look at this floor just now. The room number is odd, and the rooms are not linked in a circle. According to the order, 12 should not be connected to No. 13, it should be connected to No. 11, which means that on No. 12 In the previous room, one was left alone, and there was no mechanism for the revolving door in it."

"You must have known this long ago, so why didn't you stick the note from that room on the side of the box when you cheated?"

Toru Amuro hooked the corner of his mouth, and gave Kurosawa Hideaki the opportunity to solve the puzzle, "Why?"

"Because the room without mechanism was assigned to a regular guest by the owner of the manor, you can't change it." Kurosawa Hideaki said firmly.

"Bravo." Toru Amuro praised, "If it weren't for the fact that there is only one truth in each matter, I would want you to do it again."

It was a pleasure to get along with Toru Amuro.

He can really boast.

Kurosawa Hideaki happily ran to the place where the drinks were taken during the banquet, and found the attendant standing by the coffee machine, "Please make me a concentrated cup, thank you."

"Please give him a latte." Toru Amuro ruthlessly cut off Kurosawa Hideaki's request, "I've heard that you drank my entire year's amount last month, so you have to control it a bit."

After he finished speaking, he immediately looked at the attendant, "Latte."

"Okay, okay." The attendant stammered, full of doubts in his heart. Aren't all the celebrities and some software engineers here today?This person's eyes are too fierce, right?

Could it be some gangster?

Kurosawa Hideaki held the cup of latte without latte made by the attendant while wandering, and decided to withdraw his preface.

Getting along with Amuro Toru doesn't seem to be that pleasant either.

"Are you... that Mr. Kurosawa from the Metropolitan Police Department?" A man with a haggard face and a plaid shirt approached Hideaki Kurosawa furtively, "My name is Takuo Itakura, and I am a cg special effects designer. division."

"Hello." Kurosawa took a sip of the coffee in the cup calmly, then narrowed his eyes happily, the latte was really delicious.

"Why are you so nervous? Even going to bed late because of developing software doesn't make a person so nervous."

"I, I was threatened, I really don't want to do it."

Itakura Zhuo seems to have not communicated with people for a long time, and his speech is a bit upside down, which seems unskilled.

"I can't do that, help me, save me, Mr. Kurosawa." Itakura Takuo said, trembling all over, with tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, "Sorry, I was joking, they are looking at me, I can’t say, it’s going to die, it’s definitely going to die.”

After he finished rambling, he blended into the crowd as if fleeing, and left Kurosawa Hideaki's sight.

"Someone you know?" Amuro Toru thought.

"Obviously, he knew me unilaterally." Kurosawa Hideaki drank all the coffee in the cup in one go, feeling as if his body had just been charged, and instantly refreshed.

"He is dying, and he is asking for help." Kurosawa Hideaki recalled Itakura Taku's expression just now, and then integrated the information revealed in the other party's words.

"Someone threatened him to develop a software. Itakura Zhuo showed guilt and fear when he mentioned that software. He thought that software was harmful to most people. He didn't want to do it, but he had to do it."

"Those who threaten him make him feel terrified. The state of anxiety and tension usually appears in patients with persecutory delusions. This kind of patients often feel that there are always people in their lives who want to harm them, so they will behave a little neurotic. But Taku Itakura clearly didn't suffer from that mental illness."

"Threats are everywhere in his life, maybe opening his door, maybe breaking his vase when he goes out, this kind of small threat makes him think that someone around him is watching his every move. One move, and think the killer is everywhere."

"Can you profile the murderer?" Amuro asked in surprise after hearing this.

"Not yet, there is too little information. The person who threatened him didn't kill anyone. Cases with dead victims are better profiled. The victim's body will reveal a lot of information, such as the prisoner's personality, behavior and style. Extremism and even looks can be described."

Kurosawa Hideaki sighed, and touched the cheese and sea salt biscuits in the dining area, "Taku Itakura just said three sentences to me, and they were still the kind of upside-down words, how could it be possible to profile directly. Psychological profiling is actually a deductive method One, the essence of the deductive method lies in the induction and conclusion, which requires information.”

While eating the cheese-flavored sea salt biscuit, he mumbled in a nasal voice: "I'm not a magician who has taken divination lessons. Takuo Itakura gives me a hair of the prisoner, and I can know the prisoner's hair." Where do you live now?"

Amuro laughed.

"But I know where Itakura Takumi probably lives, and we can investigate secretly at that time." Kurosawa Hideaki blinked, then brushed the biscuit crumbs off his fingers.

"It should be almost full, I think—"

"boom--"

A muffled sound came from not far away, and then, there were successive explosions around the manor.

Afterwards, golden confetti fluttered down outside the window, and they reflected a beautiful halo in the sunlight.

"Snapped--"

A bang sounded from the center of the banquet hall. Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the place where the sound came from. The black balloon placed in the center exploded. The table where the balloon was originally placed was full of stacked brass cigarette cases.

"Ladies—and gentlemen!"

The host in suits and leather shoes boarded the high platform on the second floor of the banquet hall, "Welcome to the resort, I believe everyone who can unlock the invitation letter must be very smart. The ones on the table are my host Nagai Takashi. The prepared gift, please accept it with a smile."

cigarette?

Kurosawa Hideaki and Amuro Toru took the brass cigarette case distributed by the attendant and put it directly in their pockets.

He stood close to Toru Amuro, and it was very convenient to talk, "I said that the bridge would break. The series of explosions just now were actually just to cover up the first sound. The bridge must be broken."

Toru Amuro frowned. Things were developing in an unexpected direction. He didn't know what the task the organization gave Nagai Takashi was, but now it seems that it has something to do with the smoke.

"There's a note in the pack—"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone opened the cigarette case curiously.

It was a piece of paper with three or four lines of code, probably the basic code of some software, and at the end of the paper were two lines of English——

We can be both of God and the devil. Since we're trying to raise the dead against the stream of time.

We are gods and demons as we turn back the tides of time and bring the dead back to life.

Kurosawa Hideaki stared at the A4 paper in someone else's hand for a while, then let out a long sigh.

Oops, knowledge blind spot.

He can count in binary, but the codes used in software development...

He generally doesn't pay much attention to things that are unlikely to be used to solve the case.

When Kurosawa Hideaki was stunned, Toru Amuro flicked the tissue paper in his hand lightly with his index finger, making a "boom".

He smiled and said, "Interesting."

Because of the friction, the piece of paper in his hand gave off an alluring aroma.

This made Toru Amuro want to hold the paper close to his nose, to discern the smell carefully.

Kurosawa Hideaki quickly grabbed his hand and stopped the movement.

"Don't smell it!"