Me dressed as a gin brother

"I think I'm already an excellent public security policeman." Kurosawa Hideaki cautiously and tactfully rejected Li Baoen's proposal.

How could this Mr. Mafia be so persistent?

Ordinary tutors should have given up long ago when they encountered a student who was as disobedient as him!How did Li Baoen persist until now?

Kurosawa Hideaki licked his lower lip, and continued: "I don't think I need to take any more classes."

Shouldn't at least take a class taught by the mafia, the mafia knows how to teach the police to be good police officers?

Do not make jokes.

"This is your class schedule." Li Baoen handed out a piece of A4 paper without looking back, turning a deaf ear to Kurosawa Hideaki's rejection.

The off-white paper was printed in large bold characters, and it was written - the growth plan for excellent public security police.

What is interesting is that the words "public security police" are written in a bold black marker, and above it are crossed out several other printed words in black font - Mafia leader.

Therefore, the original title should be "Growth Plan for an Excellent Mafia Leader"...

This is too careless to cover up!

There is no shortage of A4 paper at home. Is it difficult to type a new one?

Isn't this telling the people who see it openly that although the teaching purpose is different, the teaching content is exactly the same?

Kurosawa Hideaki took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and read with a casual attitude.

(1) Physical training: Get up at 5:30 every day, run 5 laps around the embankment of Mihua Park, do 250 push-ups, 15 sets of leapfrogs, and 75 pull-ups.

Is it too much?

Isn't this training volume really written against the morning training volume of Jiang Guling from 304 next door?

(2) Spearmanship: Since you have a bad record of ten shots and zero rings within 20 meters, you should shoot ten rings at least 50 times with Beretta and police guns each day.

This...is it too difficult?

Every time he shoots, he shoots close to the suspect!

(3) Gun fighting skills: Since you have a bad record of 20 meters and ten guns with zero rings, your tutor decided to spend one hour and three 10 minutes every day to train you in gun fighting skills to ensure that your marksmanship accuracy is zero. It can also shoot the enemy's heart under certain circumstances.

Kurosawa Hideaki folded the paper in half, trying to avoid those two glaring Zero Ring misdeeds.

(4) Escape skills: Even when being chased by 100 people, you must be able to escape perfectly!Ready for your once-a-day peek-a-boo?If you are caught, you will double your physical training the next day.

Kurosawa Hideaki was full of question marks, and always felt that this peek-a-boo was not an ordinary peek-a-boo.

(5) Targeted psychological training: After various investigations, it is detected that your sense of belonging to the real world is extremely weak, you have no desire for survival, and you have a slight tendency to self-destruct.In order to give you a sense of belonging, nostalgia and identity in the real world, your elder brother, Mr. Kurosawa, will go home with you for 2 hours every week.

Kurosawa Hideaki's gaze froze, he raised his hand, opened his eyes wide, held the A4 paper in front of him, stared at the last sentence and read it carefully three times.

[Your brother, Mr. Kurosawa, goes home with you for 2 hours every week. 】

weekly!go home! 2 hours!

Ribaun drove the Beretta and stopped firmly in the stop line before the red light, "How is it? Do you want to be my student now?"

"Yes." Kurosawa Hideaki responded shortly.

For these two hours, everything ahead is bearable!

but……

"Is there really 2 hours a week?"

Brother seems to be very busy, can he really spare two hours a week to go home?

"uncertain."

Sure enough, Kurosawa Hideaki was not surprised to get such an answer.

When the countdown to the red light ended, Li Baoen started the engine, and after he had completely crossed the road and entered No. 2 Street of Mihua Town, he said slowly: "If he is not busy, the time to go home should be longer than [-] hours."

"Two hours is just the minimum standard. After all, in the hearts of him and your housekeeper, that job is not as important as your self-destructive tendency that was detected."

So it turns out that he is more important in my brother's heart than work!Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes lit up.

"I can start tomorrow! Teacher!"

He folded the A4 paper and stuffed it into his pocket, "But before everything starts, we need a contract. If you lie to me, then everything will be void."

Reborn:……

"can."

A student with a cautious personality and born as a policeman certainly has a different kind of fun, but to some extent, Kurosawa Hideaki is much more difficult to deal with than his two seniors.

"You have passed the first assessment, so now I will tell you the nature and meaning of the Aier family, it—"

"——I don't want to hear it for the time being." Kurosawa Hideaki coldly interrupted Li Baoen, "You can tell me this after we sign the contract, otherwise after I listen, you suddenly tell me: 'Just know the nature of Ai Er Everyone wants to join the Ayre family' what to do? This is a strong buy and sell."

Li Baoen raised his left hand to touch the chameleon lying on the brim of his hat, and supported the steering wheel with his right hand to reverse the car into the garage.

"What's the matter? You seem to want to shoot me with Len," Kurosawa Hideaki lay on the back of the chair and looked at Len's green tail, suddenly thought of a very strange question.

"Before you said that when your students encounter very dangerous dangers, the tail of this memory chameleon will drop to warn you. After signing the contract, I will be your student. At this time, you are holding Leon to me shoot it in the heart, will its tail fall off?"

Li Baoen refused to answer Kurosawa Hideaki's "Schrödinger style" question. He parked the car in silence, then opened the door, and asked extremely coldly, "Do you still want to sign the contract?"

"Yes." Kurosawa Hideaki quickly gave up the question, ran to the study as quickly as possible, drew up the contract and signed it, then dried the ink with satisfaction, and handed the contract to Li Baoen.

"Just sign at the signature place of Party B. Remember to press your fingerprint. After all, your name is a pseudonym and has no contractual value."

Riboun briefly read the contract.

This contract is very standard, two thin sheets of A4 paper, covers all possible situations and is very fair.

While the contract bound him, it also bound Kurosawa Hideaki.

Li Baoen snorted, it seemed that this police officer Kurosawa, who always missed the target, also wanted to change himself.

He stretched out his index finger, touched the ink pad on the table, and then reached for the signature page of the contract.

"--Wait a moment!"

Kurosawa Hideaki called an emergency stop, and looked at the person who was about to sign the contract without the slightest hesitation or bargaining, "You won't fake your fingerprints, will you?"

"will not."

"I wrote it very clearly, if you cheat on the fifth article of the course content, then the teacher-student relationship between us will be terminated immediately."

The corners of Li Baoen's mouth gradually flattened, "Yes, but as a public security policeman, you should try to learn to trust others."

Kurosawa Hideaki didn't answer the call, he started to have a little tinnitus, and the sound of mosquitoes kept ringing in his head.

Before he came into this world, his superiors and colleagues said the exact opposite:

Boss: "Anyone can trust others here, but you can't trust anyone. Remember your own responsibilities. The reason why you are in the Ministry of Public Security is because we need you to find the traitors in the Ministry of Public Security."

Colleague A: "Have you written today's work report? Have you figured out who among us is a spy? If you haven't written it, please write it quickly and don't talk to us."

Colleague B: "Who would want to be friends with a prying human monitor? Kurosawa, I know you are very good, but I can't get over that hurdle in my heart."

Kurosawa Hideaki shook his head violently, as if trying to drive away an annoying fly. These auditory hallucinations have not appeared for a long time.

It must be because of what Miyaji Iki said...

"Take a deep breath, master, don't hold your breath."

Madeira's voice spread into the eardrums from far and near, and Kurosawa Hideaki involuntarily breathed with the rhythm of his speech.

The illusions glowing with white light faded quickly, and he seemed to be pulled into the real world all of a sudden, and then fell to the ground.

Kurosawa Hideaki leaned on the table and gasped for breath. Sweat dripped down the tip of his nose onto the two thin contracts, and he met Kamili Bao En's clear gaze from one side of his head.

"Flashback in post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms with transient dissociative disturbances and conversion disturbances manifesting as auditory and visual disturbances."

Libun was just a mafia, so it was impossible for him to know so clearly about psychology, besides, these were all diagnosis contents written by him himself.

But those diagnostic contents should not have been brought into this virtual world.

"What are you talking about?" Kurosawa Hideaki gasped as he pressed his forehead against the cold desk, "I'm just a little dizzy."

"I'm reading the diagnosis book you wrote for yourself." Li Baoen threw out a stack of photos, the smooth paper slid a certain distance on the table, and then stopped against Kurosawa Hideaki's cheek.

Kurosawa Hideaki propped up his body, glanced at those photos, and his heart beat violently immediately.

This is indeed his handwriting, and it is also a small notebook used to record the diagnosis.

He looked over one by one, and his doubts became more and more intense.

Should he shave his head bald and search his skull thoroughly to see if it has been chipped?

Maybe all of this is just something he imagined, there is no such world at all, he is still sitting on that plane, just falling asleep, everything that happened here is just a dream of his.

"I did write this, why did I write this? I don't remember." Kurosawa Hideaki tried to make his voice sound calmer, "Madeira, why am I stressed?"

"No one knows, my young master, you never tell anyone about flashback." Madeira tilted his wrist, and brought the cup of water that had been held in his palm close to Kurosawa Hideaki's lips. This cup was used after the young master fell ill I can't stand it.

"Thank you." Kurosawa Hideaki took a sip, sweet.He glanced at Li Baoen, who was watching the scene with a smile, and refused to take a second sip.

"Don't be shy." Li Baoen took off his hat, sat on the sofa next to the study, clasped his hands, and put them on the top of his knees very relaxedly, "Although you are 24 years old and need help from the housekeeper to drink water, I don't want will laugh at you."

After he said this in a wicked way, he immediately straightened his expression, and continued: "Drink, you need this very much now."

Indeed, this cannot be denied.

After Kurosawa Hideaki finished drinking the glass of sweet water with Madeira's hand, he straightened up and sat on the main seat behind the desk to start thinking.

In the virtual world, he also happens to have stress disorder due to unknown reasons, but in the game, the options he makes will never cause "Kurosawa Hideaki" to have a stress disorder.

So where did the stress disorder of "Hideaki Kurosawa" come from?

He carefully recalled the content of the game, and could only find a few traces. Among the few cases in the leading life plot of the game, only one could cause "Hideaki Kurosawa" to have the symptoms just now——

"Hideaki Kurosawa is 18 years old. Before going to university, the Public Security Bureau commissioned you to find out the spies in the third group of the Public Security Bureau."

A. Accept B. Reject

*This choice will not produce specific case content, but only affect the subsequent plot, please choose carefully.

Since there would be no specific case content, of course he chose to accept it without hesitation.

Obviously, only by clicking to accept can you become a police officer in the future.

Anyway, there will be no specific content of the case, and the inability to hear what the person in the case will say will not cause his symptoms. There is no problem at all if he chooses to accept it.

It turned out that this is why Madeira is so proficient.

Kurosawa Hideaki often exhaled and looked at Madeira with a worried face, "Thank you, Madeira."

"It's nothing, this is what I should do as a deacon." Madeira put away the water glass, then nodded slightly to Li Baoen who was sitting on the other side, and left the study.

"Speaking of it." Li Baoen's eyes slid over Kurosawa Hideaki's sweat-stained forehead hair and dark green eyes that seemed to have been washed by tears, and finally stopped at the two cake coupons sticking out of his pocket superior.

"Isn't it your birthday tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Kurosawa Hideaki tilted his head in doubt.

Li Baoen raised his lips teasingly, "Birthdays are worth celebrating with friends, right? You can't finish two ten-inch cakes by yourself, why don't you all have a party together? ?”

Kurosawa Hideaki: "Huh?"

"That's it! How can an excellent police officer not have friends who can trust each other? Call and invite nine friends to celebrate your birthday together~"