Me dressed as a gin brother

"Xiu Ming—"

whose voice?

"Hideaki Kurosawa—Aki!"

Kurosawa Hideaki gasped in shock as he called, his fingers twitched violently, and he gasped loudly.

Before his eyes were focused, he felt someone lift the back of his head slowly, leaning against his bent knees.

Kurosawa Hideaki gasped and counted the seconds.

After about 15 seconds, the glowing illusion disappeared completely, and the vision refocused.The slightly stagnant thinking also turned again.The face of his brother appeared in front of his eyes.

He was a little dazed, and instinctively reached out to grab Gin's arm, and flashback blurted out the question that was lingering in his heart before, "Without me, would you still join the organization?"

Wouldn't your life be easier and happier without me?

Gin instantly understood what Kurosawa Hideaki really wanted to ask.

He embraced this blood-related person without hesitation, and cruelly dissected himself, "If you didn't kill your father, you would kill yourself immediately."

"Because of you, I am alive."

"There is no 'without you' option."

Gin's long silver hair hung down from his collarbone. Kurosawa Hideaki wanted to grab it, but he didn't have the strength.

Gin spoke very seriously, but after he finished speaking, his eyes immediately became serious, as if the sincerity and warmth just now were an illusion.

"You need a psychiatrist."

"I don't need it, I'll be fine soon." Kurosawa Hideaki struggled.

"I don't believe it." Gin said coldly.Kurosawa Hideaki's strength was very small after the onset of the disease, even if he struggled, it seemed to be just a cat flopping in his arms.

"I'll let Madeira watch over you 24 hours a day until you're cured."

"If you try to turn off the camera, you're going to be sent to Italy."

"Can be sent to Italy means the contract is void—"

Kurosawa Hideaki's voice stopped abruptly, because Gin didn't care about the contract at all.

"It seems you've come to your senses." Gin reached out to take the water from Madeira, "That thing means nothing to me."

Kurosawa Hideaki watched Gin tilt his wrist very strangely, because the position was not right, he had to lower his head, bit the rim of the cup to lift the cup slightly, and drank the sweet water little by little .

It's delicious.

Kurosawa Hideaki sipped off the water stains on his lips, trying to get his brother to feed him another cup.

clatter--

Qin Jiu ignored his younger brother's longing eyes, looked at Madeira standing at the door, and said coldly, "Call a psychiatrist."

"I don't want a psychiatrist, I—"

"You yourself?" Qin Jiu sneered and interrupted him, "You have been sick four times in front of my eyes."

Kurosawa Hideaki was stunned for a moment.

How could it be four times?

He only had 4 episodes here.

Two of them happened without my brother's knowledge, and the one that my brother knew about also occurred before my brother's return.

Before he came here, Kurosawa Hideaki in the data game had never met Gin.

How did Gin see him sick?

"Surveillance?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked tentatively.

"En." Qin Jiu didn't want to say more, he silently picked up Kurosawa Hideaki, and walked to the sofa in the study.

It's not a bedroom, or a living room where you can meet a psychiatrist, but a study.

Kurosawa Hideaki grabbed the pure black bathrobe, pulled a small blanket to wrap himself up, and had a little doubt about the real world.

It stands to reason that people only feel a sense of security in a relatively fixed environment, and the more familiar the environment, the higher the sense of security they provide.

Gin knew that this huge study room was the place that gave him the most sense of security.

And it is.

But he is actually not familiar with this study, or in other words, what he is familiar with is not this study in this world.

He didn't even read every book in this study completely, he didn't know which book was placed on which shelf, everything was very strange.

In this case, why did he subconsciously feel that he could relax here?very safe?

Could it be that this study is actually the one that existed in his memory?

"Before the psychiatrist comes, I want to hear a story," Kurosawa Hideaki whispered quickly wrapped in a small blanket, "You know? In many family stories, the older one will tell the younger one a story, but According to Madeira, I used to tell you the camera, which is not fair, so you have to tell me."

He finished speaking in one breath, without giving Gin time to react.

"I want to listen to the first shelf on the left, book 26 in the third column."

This bookshelf is not far from gin, and there is a high probability that it will not be rejected.

and……

"If you read it to me, I will obediently chat with the psychiatrist."

Gin Jiu paced over and pulled out the book from the mouth of his wayward brother. On the dark cover was written - "Perverted Psychology".

Gin:  …

"Is it Abnormal Psychology?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked.

"Yes."

Kurosawa Hideaki let out a breath slowly, "Are "Criminal Psychology" and "Forensic Anthropology" next to "Abnormal Psychology"?"

"I thought you never doubted your memory." Gin came back with the book and sat opposite Kurosawa Hideaki, "I'll show off your memory to me after you recover from illness."

Show off, since this word is used, it means that he is right.

Kurosawa Hideaki let out a breath slowly, although he couldn't clearly remember what the previous study looked like.

But he remembered the order in which all the books were arranged on the shelf.Because his memory palace is based on this home library, forming repeated rooms one after another in his mind, where different portfolios are placed.

There is absolutely no way he could remember the wrong location of the book!

Is this still a game world?If not, which one is the real one?

Is it all just imagination?He was actually still on that moving plane, just fell asleep holding the game console?

Speaking of...

He seemed to like playing games before, and he was still playing games recommended by his colleagues on the plane. Why is there no desire to play games at all now?

"Which chapter?" Gin casually flipped through a few pages, and the academic vocabulary was overwhelming.

"Chapter 3, Section [-], Perceptual Impairment." Kurosawa Hideaki sank into the sofa, watched Gin Frowning and turned to that page, and then began to read at an extremely fast speed.

That was the theoretical content that Kurosawa Hideaki would memorize with his eyes closed. He opened and closed his lips, and matched the sound of gin with his breath until the verse was completely over.

Gin took a sip from Madeira's cup at hand, and the aroma of coffee overflowed from the cup and wafted into the tip of his nose.

"I want to drink."

He must be like a little kid who is proud of being sick and pampered.

Kurosawa Hideaki stared straight at the cup of coffee in Gin's hand, and drew out his voice, "I really want to drink it..."

"One mouthful. You can't get him off after the psychiatrist arrives."

"Three, mouth." Kurosawa Hideaki bargained word by word.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qin Jiu laughing angrily.He came over with the pure black mug, and pressed the rim of the mug firmly against his lips, "Only one sip."

Take a sip or none at all.

Kurosawa Hideaki nodded, then suddenly lowered his head and took a big sip of coffee.

The cheeks were bulging from this mouthful of coffee, and it took three portions to swallow it completely.

He smiled arrogantly at the gin, showing his white teeth.

Swallowing it three times is actually three mouthfuls.

Gin sighed slightly, reached out and pressed Kurosawa Hideaki's head, "You are the one who wants to drink three sips."

"Ding--"

The doorbell rang, and the visiting psychiatrist arrived.

Gin put the book back in place, "I will watch your interview from behind the monitor, and I want to know what's wrong with you."

"Oh." Just don't tell the truth.

Anyway, he is a psychiatrist himself and knows all the methods of a psychiatrist.

Wrapped in the small blanket of the study, he stepped on his slippers and walked down the stairs, looking at the psychiatrist standing at the door.

50 years old, Xieding, a professor at Dongdu University, was just called out forcefully from the bed, with a big smile on his face, but his attitude changed the moment he saw him.

The psychiatrist knew him.

"Have you been invited to the police station to analyze my information?" Kurosawa Hideaki asked coldly standing on the steps.

"Yes, the Police Department specially invited me and my teacher, as well as several other psychologists you brought with you, and we analyzed you for at least two weeks."

"I'm meeting you for the first time. My name is Tadao Bei Dao. Please give me your advice."

After saying this, he stood still and didn't move.

Trouble, this is a doctor with some ability, not to mention that he has held such a centralized meeting, which can kill him.

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his jaw towards the sofa, "Sit down. You seem to know myself better than I do."

"No."

Just when Kurosawa Hideaki thought he was going to be modest, Kitajima smiled honestly, "Just a little."

Kurosawa Hideaki: ...

Oh, is it?

"Mr. Bei Dao." Madeira came out with a stack of documents, "Since your next question may involve private information that my young master cannot disclose to the public, we will sign a detailed confidentiality agreement with you."

He put the stack of documents in front of Tadao Bei Dao, and carefully prepared a pen.

"no problem."

This is an opportunity to treat Kurosawa Hideaki!Bei Dao didn't even read it, just signed the document and pressed his thumbprint.

Xiuming: ...

Madeira: ...

Is this doctor a bit silly?Why don't you even look at it?

What if Madeira gave him a contract of sale?

"Don't read it, I believe in your character." Bei Dao put on the cap of his pen, "You are so outstanding, you won't lie to someone like me."

Kurosawa Hideaki leaned back slightly, a little further away from Bei Dao.

Therefore, it is really difficult to deal with this kind of doctor who has held a conference. He almost knows his psychological problems like the back of his hand.

"We're just chatting. I know you have a very clear understanding of yourself. Don't avoid it. You can realize some problems by yourself, and you don't even need to tell me."

Bei Dao smiled, looking like an amiable elder.

"I heard that you like cheese very much. I happened to pass by a convenience store and bought one on the way here."

He took out a U-7 plastic bag from the back of his briefcase, "At this point, only convenience stores are open, please use it if you don't mind."

So this kind of shrewd doctor is the most difficult to deal with!

Kurosawa Hideaki wanted to refuse, knowing that it was just a trick to make him relax his vigilance, but he couldn't control his mouth.

"Thank you, I don't dislike you at all."