Me Dressed As Gin's Younger Brother

Chapter 6

"Really?" Amuro Toru's pupils contracted for a moment, but apart from this most basic physiological reaction, he did not show any expression of shock or fear, as if he was really an ordinary convenience store clerk.

Kurosawa Hideaki put his hand in his pocket and looked at the other party again.

He is proficient in exercise, has strict requirements on himself, is under great psychological pressure, has very severe insomnia, and only has 2-4 hours of effective sleep every day.

I have a very professional understanding of coffee. I can make Western desserts and simple Japanese dishes. I have a good understanding of light meals and set meals. I work in this convenience store for the afternoon shift. I have the smell of cream on my body and the edges of my leather shoes are two different. Colored egg shell crumbs, he had just eaten a failed soufflé for lunch before coming here.

Wow, Dessert Superman!

There was a bunch of keys in his pocket, which looked like car keys. He was very wealthy and drove to work, but the car was not parked in the parking lot near the convenience store because expensive vehicles would bring trouble to his disguised status as an "ordinary person." Trouble and doubt.

Judging from the response and reaction just now, he should be performing an undercover mission. He is positioned as a member of the intelligence department, belongs to the Ministry of Public Security, and is indeed a colleague.

The undercover organization didn't seem to fully trust him yet. They had placed spies around him so that they could report their movements to their superiors at any time. He might have been equipped with a bug, but his voice just now was very low, and he was within the range of the micro bug. Outside the scope, it was not included.

But it's better to be cautious.

"Well, I quite like drinking high-roasted coffee. I really envy you for knowing them so well. When I understand them thoroughly, I will come here to be your colleague. I hope you have already checked yourself out by then."

Kurosawa Hideaki showed a polite smile to Amuro, "It seems that it's time for you to get off work. Goodbye."

Toru Amuro looked at the young man's brisk back as he left, wondering where the flaw was.

He has only one direct contact, his files are clean, and even the Metropolitan Police Department has less than five people who can actually identify him.

Hideaki Kurosawa's name is widely circulated among the police. In order to compete with the endless stream of young detectives in the private sector and improve the credibility of the police, the police established him as a guiding light in the police community.

Before today, he thought that miraculous reasoning ability was just hype, but now it seems to be real.

Toru Amuro put the last can of coffee beans in the basket on the shelf and ended his work at the convenience store today.

Outside a convenience store.

"Master, don't drink too much coffee. I will report your caffeine addiction to your brother truthfully."

"Don't be so serious, you look like you want to throw away all my coffee." Kurosawa Hideaki moved the paper bag filled with coffee beans to the side. Madeira didn't speak any more, and the Porsche slowly started and drove towards No. 223 Mihua Town.

MAISON MOKUBA is a mid-to-high-end self-service apartment with five floors.

The problem now is that this is indeed No. 23, Mihuacho 2-chome, but the driver's license does not say which floor or number he lives on.