Me dressed as a gin brother

"Cough, cough cough—" Akai Hideichi coughed a few times, and then moved to the side, leaving a seat by the window.This position is half blocked by the front seat, which looks a bit cramped.

Kurosawa Hideaki squeezed in without hesitation and sat down, then looked at the inconspicuous Bluetooth headset hanging on Akai Shuichi's left ear and asked, "A mission?"

"Two FBIs are really generous in tracking down members of an organization. It seems that Belmode plays a very important role in the organization, and you care about her very much. Speaking of which, have you applied for the documents needed to handle the case in the country? If you don't, it is illegal to handle the case. "

Kurosawa Hideaki's voice was almost breathless, but the provocation and banter in it seemed to have substance.

"Is that guy in your earphones talking bad about me?"

Akai Hideichi couldn't take it anymore, he took off his bluetooth headset and stuffed it into Kurosawa Hideaki's ear.

"Heisawa! Don't interfere with the official duties of the FBI!" A slightly old but full of air came from a strange voice in the headset, "It takes a month to go through the procedures of entering the country to handle the case, and Belmode ran away after completing the formalities. We can't wait." So long."

Obviously, the boss of the FBI knows him and has a certain amount of trust in him.The reason should be that he helped them solve the case when he was studying abroad.

"Don't worry." Kurosawa Hideaki reassured, "Anyway, you should return without success this time, because—"

"—Don't move!"

Hearing the robber's roar, Kurosawa Hideaki shrugged, "That's what you heard, there are robbers in this car."

After he finished speaking, regardless of the reaction of the person in the earphone, he took off the earphone and put it back into Akai Hideichi's hand.

"Don't move!" The robber raised his hand angrily, and shot three times at the ceiling of the car.

The passengers in the carriage exclaimed and trembled. After the initial exclamation of conditioned reflex, no one dared to make too much noise.

"Hey, don't shoot indiscriminately." Another person who also wrapped himself tightly in a ski suit whispered, and then patted the sled bag standing upright on the ground.

Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes stayed on the sled bag for a moment, there should be two bombs in it if there is no accident.

"Tsk, it's troublesome." The robber who shot was very satisfied with the passengers who were as quiet as a cicada. He smiled happily, then looked at the driver, "Close the front door and drive to Yokohama."

"But, but, the fuel in the fuel tank can't support us to reach Yokohama." The driver stammered.

"Where are you talking so much nonsense, come on! I originally asked you to call the police, but now I've changed my mind. I didn't expect our luck to be so good this time. Hehe~"

The robber held a gun and walked slowly in front of Kurosawa Hideaki step by step, "What's your name? This police officer from the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department is very precious?"

"Kurosawa, Kurosawa Hideaki."

Kurosawa Hideaki sat in that slightly cramped seat, announced his name, and then began to lie.

"You want me to call the Metropolitan Police Department? Yes, but I don't have a mobile phone with me. Give me yours."

"Tsk, do you think I'm that stupid?" The robber pointed the gun at Shuichi Akai who was sitting next to Hideaki Kurosawa, "You, give him the phone."

"Ahem, cough, me, I didn't bring it either."

Akai Hideo coughed and couldn't even speak clearly.Coupled with the fact that he was wearing a reusable washable mask, he looked very downcast.

"A poor ghost?" The robber frowned, then looked at the old man sitting on the right side of Akai Hideichi, "You, take out your phone and let him use it!"

"I... I don't take my mobile phone with me when I go out. My ears are not good, so I can't hear the contents of the mobile phone clearly."

Kurosawa Hideaki looked at the woman chewing gum, "You look very rich, you don't have a mobile phone, do you? This pearl necklace you are wearing is enough to buy ten mobile phones."

He paused, looked at the woman's impatient expression, and said seemingly unintentionally: "If you are so rich and say you don't have a mobile phone, I will wonder if you are with them."

The woman stopped chewing gum.

But she pretended flawlessly!How did Kurosawa Hideaki see it?

"Bring it!" The robber pointed the gun at the woman, "Hurry up!"

The robber fired at the back of the chair next to the woman.

Watching their performance, Kurosawa Hideaki pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing the smile that rose to his lips.

It's really bothering to shoot a shot just to make people feel that this woman is not their accomplice.

It's a pity that Conan, who has been paying attention to this side, has already noticed his hint, and it's too late to cover it up now.

The robber didn't notice Kurosawa Hideaki's expression. He grabbed the mobile phone that the woman reluctantly took out, "Call the police and ask them to release Miyaji Iki."

The actions of Hideaki Kurosawa's case stopped.

Miyaji Iki, a member of the organization and the person who supervised Nagai Takashi, had intended to blow up the entire manor, so that everyone and all evidence disappeared in that explosion.

He immediately deleted the three numbers typed on the screen, and replaced it with Kazami Yuya's intercom call.

"Hey! The number you dialed is wrong, right? The call to the police is so long!" The robber raised his hand, and the gun immediately hit Kurosawa Hideaki's forehead, "What are you doing?"

"Obviously, this is an internal call that only the police will know about. I know the person in charge of Miyaji Iki, and you don't want to waste too much time on the transfer news, right?"

Kurosawa Hideaki took it for granted, and never looked up at the robber's face from the beginning to the end.

It's useless to look at it, it's so tightly wrapped that no micro-expression information can be seen.

"Your brain is not so useless that you can't even think of this?"

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his head, put the phone to his ear, and admired the robber's angry hands shaking but refrained from shooting in the busy tone of the phone, and then provocatively again, "It seems that you really didn't expect it, poor thing."

After finishing speaking, he met Conan's nervous gaze, as if the gun on his forehead was fake, and he even had the heart to wink at the kid.

The call was connected quickly.

"Hello? This is Kazama."

"I'm Kurosawa. The bus I'm riding on has been hijacked. They demand the release of the prisoner, Miyaji Iki, who was just caught a while ago."

"What! You were hijacked!"

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

It's a bus! ! !

"Where are you now!" Kazami Yuya's voice suddenly increased, and there was a "clang" sound from the phone.

The policeman was so flustered that when he stood up, he brought the chair down.

Kurosawa Hideaki comforted: "Don't be nervous, it's okay—"

"—Don't talk nonsense to me!" The robber snatched the phone, "If you want this policeman to live, release Miyaji Iki immediately and put it in the Yokohama Red Brick Warehouse. Don't do anything small!"

"We put a bomb on this bus. If Miyaji Ikisan is not released after 10 minutes and leaves on a boat at the port, we will blow up the whole bus!"

"Snapped."

The red flip phone was closed by the robber and thrown into Conan's arms.

They were not afraid at all that someone here would call the police for help, and Hideaki Kurosawa in the car was their best and heaviest bargaining chip.

The robber pushed Kurosawa Hideaki's forehead with a gun, "Tell me, will the police pardon a criminal for you?"

"Oh~hi~" The blond foreign woman sitting in the third row suddenly stood up, went to the robber and grabbed his gun, and said in very bad Japanese: "This thing is too cool, I am here America used to play exactly the same—”

She quickly and precisely touched the safety of the gun, and then used her index finger to push the safety to the middle to lock it.

It was clear to Hideo Kurosawa that the Tokarev pistol was a defective pistol that had been discontinued and was very cheap.

The most important thing is that the defect of this pistol is that as long as the safety catch is pushed to the middle safety, it will be jammed. At this time, no matter how much you press the trigger, it is impossible to make the bullet eject from the chamber.

Really worthy of the FBI.

Kurosawa Hideaki leaned close to Akai Hideichi's ear and whispered, "Your ex-girlfriend is really brave, and the FBI also has good people."

Although he was praising the FBI, Akai Hideyoshi couldn't be happy at all. He didn't know where Kurosawa Hideaki knew that Judy was his ex-girlfriend. Now he just wanted Kurosawa Hideaki to change the subject.

"Get out of the car and I'll treat you to dinner."

"Okay." Kurosawa Hideaki sat upright, "The FBI is really good."

Akai Shuichi's forehead twitched, coughed twice, and then sat next to Kurosawa Hideaki, feeling like he was going to catch a cold if he didn't have a cold.

"Wow, Conan got your ex-girlfriend's lipstick, what is he going to do?"

Kurosawa Hideaki moved his lips slightly, speaking in a breathy voice like a conscientious real-time announcer.

"Oh, he wants Mr. Driver to stop, so he's going to find a chance to use his lipstick to write on the sleigh bag that the robber left on the ground."

"Now, our Mr. Robber is going to pick two scapegoats. Who do you think they will pick? I think one of them is me, and the other one should be you."

As soon as he finished speaking in a low voice, the robber walked up to the two of them, "You guys, come to the front and change your clothes."

Kurosawa Hideaki obediently stood up and walked to the front of the bus with Akai.

This position is the closest to the door, and it is also the place where the overall situation can be controlled the most.

"Officer Kurosawa, I will trouble you to put on my clothes and pretend to be me in a while, haha, the feeling of turning from a policeman into a 'criminal' is not good, maybe your colleagues will turn you off the moment they see you As for killing, how does it feel to die at the hands of your colleagues?"

The robber who was ridiculed by Kurosawa Hideaki before provoked with a grudge.

"It shouldn't be too bad." Kurosawa Hideaki replied with a smile indifferently.

The robber's clothes had a disgusting smell, Kurosawa Hideaki held his breath, fortunately the clothes he was wearing today were not one of the ones his brother gave him, otherwise he would not have changed the clothes for the robbers no matter what.

"I'm going into the tunnel soon, close your eyes in advance, and cooperate with me later." Kurosawa Hideaki said to Akai Shuichi who was back to back with him.

3, 2, 1

The bus entered the tunnel, the interior lights were not turned on, and it was pitch black.

Kurosawa Hideaki and Akai Hideaki opened their eyes. Because they closed their eyes earlier, they adapted to the darkness well.

"You are on the left and I am on the right, one person at a time."

Kurosawa continued to speak while taking off the windbreaker, and slammed it over the head of the robber on the right, then took out the Beretta in his pocket and put it on his head through the clothes.

"I smell the stink of your poor-quality ski suit. It's a pity that I can't handcuff you. My handcuffs were already used by someone else yesterday."

"Ha, the tables are turned, stupid gentlemen!"