Me dressed as a gin brother

At the end of July, the weather began to warm up, and the sunshine hours became longer. Before five o'clock in the morning, a line of white appeared on the sky.

Kurosawa Hideaki couldn't help yawning as he walked towards the forensics department, "I don't understand why there is no coffee machine next to the forensics department, and there are three smart coffee machines at the door of the first search section."

The vending coffee machine can not only drink coffee brewed with coffee beans, but also intelligently select the taste, which is very user-friendly.

"If it's not too late for time, I must go to the door of the first search class to buy coffee!" Kurosawa Hideaki muttered, "Don't people in the forensics department drink coffee at all?"

"Haha, because they don't have to stay up late." Gao Mu was the first to turn on the incandescent lamp in the forensic examination room.

"Oh." Kurosawa Hideaki responded vaguely, took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and handed it to Takagi.

He put on a white coat, looked at the camera, "Come on, record it."

"Record what?"

"Coercion—" the voice stopped abruptly, Kurosawa Hideaki's eyes drifted for a moment, and he coughed lightly, trying to conceal it.

"No, I mean a video should be recorded, a video that can make the FBI willing to cooperate with the police in the investigation."

Takagi: Although I don't know why, isn't this just preparation for coercion!

While cursing, he clicked on the red record button on the screen.

"Started?" Kurosawa Hideaki straightened his forehead hair, "Okay, I'll get to the point."

"Good morning, Mr. Akai, it's 7:19:56 in the morning on July 36th. I saw the corpse you used to fake death at the dissection table of the forensic examination room of the Forensic Department of the Metropolitan Police Department. That one."

He paused, yawned again at the camera, raised his hand to wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and said vaguely: "As you can see, I ran all night for you. It's really worrying FBI."

"Now, let me tell you something."

Kurosawa Hideaki stepped on the foot-operated tape recorder next to the dissecting table.

清冽的叙述声从扬声器中传出来，“7月19日凌晨1点32分，编号B0315尸体检测胃内容物。检测员黑泽秀明。”

"After verifying the digestion of the stomach contents of the deceased, correct the presumed time of death recorded."

"The time of death of the deceased was from 7:16 to 7:8 p.m. on July [-], and the scene of the explosion was not the first scene."

"The dissection is complete."

Kurosawa Hideaki waited for the recording to end, and looked at the camera gloatingly, "How about it? Want to use fake death to stay in Japan illegally for investigation? Do you think the Japanese police can't see your tricks?"

"Have you forgotten me?"

Kurosawa Hideaki paused for a few seconds. Although Akai Shuichi was not in front of him, he still had to give the FBI, who was about to hear the video, a little time to react.

"This corpse is the decisive evidence of your fake death. I will keep it in the Metropolitan Police Department. Don't worry, neither the organization nor the FBI can steal such a large thing from the Metropolitan Police Department."

"I will delete the recording in the forensic laboratory. But I will back up this video. As long as you cooperate with me in the future, I will not tell anyone about your fake death."

"If you don't agree, I will directly report the information about your suspended death to the director of our public security."

When Kurosawa Hideaki said this, he suddenly lowered his upper body and approached the camera, whispering, "I will tell him, and then I will send you back to the country."

Takagi: ...

This FBI named Shuichi Akai must have offended Police Officer Kurosawa somewhere!

"Okay, close it." Kurosawa Hideaki raised his jaw slightly, "Quick, let's go buy coffee."

"No matter how much you like drinking coffee, you drank a little too much tonight, right? You didn't necessarily drink so much in a day before, and it's only... more than four hours."

"Withdrawal reaction." Kurosawa Hideaki kept walking, "I have stopped drinking for a while, and once I start drinking, I will consume more than before."

"But this will burden the body." Takagi said in a tactful tone, "Why don't you drink another cup tomorrow?"

"No. After today, I don't know when I'll be able to drink it next time." Kurosawa Hideo, without squinting, quickly walked to the vending machine in the lobby of the Metropolitan Police Department, and stuffed three banknotes, "One Yue might just drink this once."

He deftly pressed the button on the vending machine, and the three cans of latte rolled down with steam and fell into the delivery trough.

Kurosawa Hideaki took them out and held them in his arms, sighing contentedly.

"Cough! Master." Madeira coughed loudly, "May I ask if you bought these coffees for yourself?"

Kurosawa Hideaki stiffened his back, turned to look at the deacon sitting on the chair in the lobby of the Metropolitan Police Department, and said in disbelief, "What?"

Why is Madeira here?

"I asked, did you buy all these coffees for yourself?" The deacon paused word by word, repeating what he said just now slowly and clearly.

Kurosawa Hideaki swallowed dryly, and glanced at the obviously working camera on Madeira's chest, "Yes—no! No!"

He stuffed all three cans of latte into Takagi Shepherd's arms, "I bought them all for him, and he didn't bring banknotes."

"Really?" Madeira raised his hand and took out the pocket watch in his pocket, opened the watch cover and took a look, but did not expose the young master's little lie.

"I thought you said 'go to' the Metropolitan Police Department before you got out of the car yesterday, not 'sleep' at the Metropolitan Police Department."

"Oh... oh..." Kurosawa dragged his voice, "The main reason is that today's case is more interesting, so I stayed for a while longer."

Definitely not for two extra cups of coffee!

"That's it..." Madeira smiled half-smile, undeniable, "How many cans did you drink?"

Who drinks coffee and drinks a few cans specially...

No, that's not the answer.

Kurosawa Hideaki whispered, "I don't remember."

"Oh, sir is waiting for you to have breakfast at home." Madeira paused for a few seconds, "I'm just here to confirm your safety, you can choose whether to go back or not."

Kurosawa Hideaki glanced at Takagi who was holding three cans of latte with an expression on his face.

It's just three cans of coffee, and there's always the chance to sneak a few more sips this week if he wants to.But with how busy my brother is, if he doesn't go back to meet today, he may not see him for a week.

Kurosawa Hideaki made a quick decision, "Of course I'll go back! I was planning to go back." He walked up to Madeira confidently, as if he wasn't the one who wanted to stay in the Metropolitan Police Department until after get off work.

Takagi: ...

really?I do not believe.

Oh, Beacon, you've grown so fast.

Ignoring Takagi's eyes, Kurosawa Hideaki followed Madeira out of the Metropolitan Police Hall, got into his Porsche and returned to 5-01 Mihuacho.

When the deacon inserted the key into the keyhole, he said softly: "Master, although it's a little late to say anything now, you don't smell very good. If you have to say it, it's the smell of being pickled by coffee and formalin. .”

Kurosawa Hideaki raised his sleeve and sniffed it, emphasizing: "There is no coffee smell."

"Ha." Madeira imitated his tone and laughed shortly, "You'd better not tell me, after all, I'm just a deacon, you should think about how to explain to Mr. later, after all, the camera is loyal Write down the fact that you bought 3 cans of coffee in a row."

He turned his wrist, and the lock cylinder closed with a click, and the heavy door was pulled open.

Kurosawa Hideaki walked in and saw Gin and Li Baoen sitting at the dining table, the food on the plate in front of him hadn't moved a mouthful, apparently they were all waiting for him.

Li Baoen is by no means the type who would wait for others to eat, he might be sitting here just to watch a good show.

It doesn't matter, brother will never give outsiders this chance!

"Good morning, my dear brother." Gin raised his eyelids, "Don't stand so far away."

He lightly clasped his hands, placed them in front of the dinner plate, and lit an unsmoked cigarette on his left hand.

He paused, remembering what he had just seen on the camera.

There is no doubt that Kurosawa Hideaki secretly drank a lot of coffee last night, but he can't be too strict because he knows Kurosawa Hideaki too well.

If it was too strict, Xiu Ming might develop rebellious psychology, why not just skip this topic and say something else to divert his attention and weaken his psychological dependence on coffee.

"Bourbon was sent to find out about Shirley." Gin couldn't hold back the corner of his lips, "Will you let him find it?"

Kurosawa Hideaki:?

He is one of us!