Gin doesn't want to work hard

It's a good place for surveillance.

Kurosawa drew a conclusion.

He made no attempt to hide his curiosity, looking around the room.

The room layout is similar to that of a typical apartment.

The kitchen is open-plan, the bathroom is separate, and the remaining space contains a bed, a desk, and a cabinet.

Shuichi Akai walked straight to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a spare cell phone.

After changing the SIM card and checking it again to make sure the phone was working properly, he put it away.

Shuichi Akai casually tossed the discarded phone back into the drawer and pushed the drawer back in.

Then he went to the bedside and pulled a box out from underneath.

When opened, it contained a row of firearms.

Shuichi Akai picked out two weapons from the box, closed it, and pushed it back into place.

Finally, he came to the cabinet.

There wasn't anything special in the closet, just a few clothes hanging there as usual.

He and Kurosawa were still wearing hospital gowns.

This attracted a lot of strange looks from passersby on the street.

After all, it's daytime now.

No matter how far they choose the secluded roads, they are bound to encounter a few passersby.

Shuichi Akai took out his usual shirt, jacket, and trousers, intending to change out of his hospital gown.

Walking down the street in a hospital gown is too conspicuous, and it's also inconvenient to hide things.

Then, he looked at Kurosawa, a questioning look in his eyes.

Kurosawa's gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were lost in thought.

Aside from a slight flicker of emotion in his eyes when Shuichi Akai pulled out the box of guns, he remained in a daze the rest of the time, seemingly indifferent to what Shuichi Akai was doing.

But at that moment, Kurosawa seemed to notice Shuichi Akai's gaze.

He finally turned his head and looked over.

After noticing the clothes Shuichi Akai was holding, Kurosawa understood what he meant.

Shuichi Akai was asking him if he wanted to change his clothes too.

Kurosawa glanced at the wardrobe, his gaze landing on a dark-colored long trench coat.

Of course, he didn't mean anything by it.

That's all Shuichi Akai has in his wardrobe—just this one long coat.

Changing clothes was too much trouble; Kurosawa just wanted a long coat to cover himself up.

Generally speaking, as long as your coat is long enough, even if the pants showing at the calves look a bit odd, no one will care.

Kurosawa has experience with this.

Shuichi Akai followed Kurosawa's gaze.

A strange light flashed in his eyes when he saw the trench coat.

Kurosawa's face paired with this trench coat...

The sense of déjà vu suddenly became stronger.

"Mr. Kurosawa, why did you choose this outfit?"

Shuichi Akai couldn't help but ask a question.

Kurosawa showed him the answer directly through his actions.

He stepped forward, took out a trench coat, put it on, tied the belt, and then adjusted the collar, perfectly concealing the hospital gown underneath.

"Because it's very convenient."

Kurosawa is honest.

Upon hearing Kurosawa's words, Shuichi Akai fell silent for a moment.

But what Kurosawa said was indeed the truth.

However, perhaps it's because of a certain sense of déjà vu.

I have a feeling that Mr. Kurosawa's demeanor has become somewhat somber.

As Shuichi Akai was thinking this, he looked up and saw Kurosawa struggling to pull his braids out of his trench coat.

Akai Shuichi:......

Okay, it was just my imagination after all.

Shuichi Akai shook his head with a wry smile, realizing he had been overly cautious.

"Wait a mininute."

As Shuichi Akai spoke, he went into the bathroom to change his clothes.

After all, it would be impolite to change clothes in front of guests.

"Click."

The bathroom door was closed.

The expression on Kurosawa's face vanished instantly.

He pulled a pair of gloves out of his trench coat pocket and put them on.

Then, Kurosawa quietly approached the desk and opened the drawer that Shuichi Akai had closed earlier.

Looking at the discarded cell phones inside, Kurosawa smiled.

This is the perfect place to put a listening device for something that won't be dealt with immediately but will eventually be dealt with.

Shuichi Akai wouldn't pay much attention to a discarded cell phone.

Thanks to Ke Xue.

With that thought in mind, Kurosawa took out tools from his pocket, pried open the back cover of the phone, and stuck the listening device on.

Then, he restored it and put it back in the cabinet.

After closing the drawer, Kurosawa dragged out the box from under the bed.

Shuichi Akai's right hand is in a cast, and it will take some time to change his clothes.

Kurosawa knew this, so he wasn't in a hurry.

He carefully opened the box, being careful not to make a sound.

The box has two layers; the first layer contains various types of handguns.

The second shelf contained a loose sniper rifle.

Kurosawa did not use the sniper rifle.

Shuichi Akai's sniping skills are what he needs; he wouldn't tamper with things in a place like this.

As for handguns...

Kurosawa casually picked two lucky guns, quickly disassembled them, destroyed a few small parts in each, and then reassembled them.

Consider it a little surprise.

Hopefully, Shuichi Akai will like it.

Kurosawa smiled, closed the box, and put it back in its original place.

He took off his gloves, threw them back into his pocket, and tiptoed back to his previous position.

When Shuichi Akai came out of the bathroom after changing his clothes, Kurosawa had already composed himself and showed no signs of what he had just done.

"let's go."

Shuichi Akai.

Kurosawa nodded and followed him out the door.

……

On the way back to the hospital.

Both of them were in a good mood.

The two people, having changed out of/covered up their hospital gowns, would no longer attract attention.

So this time they didn't go through alleys, but walked normally on the street.

"Mr. Kurosawa, have you ever handled firearms before?"

Shuichi Akai, who was walking ahead, suddenly asked.

Kurosawa paused, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I can teach you how to shoot. Do you want to learn?"

Shuichi Akai turned to look at Kurosawa.

"If you want to learn, we can start today."

Kurosawa paused for a moment, his eyes filled with even more confusion.

Shuichi Akai's idea was quite simple.

He just wanted Kurosawa to have some ability to protect himself.

After all, he wouldn't be able to openly follow them anymore.

In the dark, there will always be some areas that cannot be taken care of.

Kurosawa looked at Shuichi Akai's serious face and nodded hesitantly.

Should he have Shuichi Akai teach him how to fire a gun?