Belmode: "…"
She didn't understand, but was so shocked that she could only stare at Ichijō Mirai rather speechlessly.
Ichijō Mirai still had a polite human smile on his face, as if he hadn't uttered any informative words, and was a shameless man.
What's even more shameless is the fact that he's only saying those words to keep the information from the whore.
Her: "You..."
Having met a lot of tough guys who were willing to take blood, but not so many who were willing to crawl up the ladder and not put in a little effort, she was stumped.
"Well," Ichijō Mirai interrupted, "I know you agreed, but don't be so happy."
He kept to himself as he issued tasks to his new henchmen, "One, gather information on the medical accident within three days, and organize a separate sheet of information that can be used as evidence."
"Two, investigate the officer you mentioned, Officer Ichijō, and get me her information."
"Three," he raised his finger and lowered it a bit, "keep an eye on Tokyo, and let me know if there are any cases, emergencies, or accidents that you think you should be concerned about."
It might trigger a mission for the game.
The proximity was so close that the gentle flow of breath passed over Belmode's skin, and she could easily feel it, as well as Ichijō Mirai's gaze on her.
It wasn't the gaze of an adolescent male looking at a beautiful woman, it wasn't the gaze of an underage human looking at an adult human, it was...
The gaze of a human being who saw a white porcelain product that looked like a veil of light, and felt good about it, admired it, marveled at it, and saw that it was very useful and could be sold for a good price.
Ichijō Mirai: "May you?"
He was polite enough to use a question.
But Belmode clearly read the air: You can only choose yes.
There is not even the option to die, only the option of 'yes'.
She was silent for a few seconds, and her fingers, like flexible snakes, gently inserted between her cheek and Ichijō Mirai's hand, interlocking their fingers, "Of- of course."
"You said you'd let me see Gin..."
Ichijō Mirai pretended not to notice this apparently intimate, but in fact is not moving his hand away a few points, and nodded his head as usual, "Well, don't worry, as long as you complete the first task, I can help you meet Gin."
"We have a super good relationship, he's very nice, he appreciates me very much, he has a good heart, as long as I ask for it, I will definitely agree."
'But you just said you don't like him, are you really that close?', 'Is the other thing you mentioned really Gin? Why doesn't he have a single digit of similarity to Gin?', all sorts of thoughts went through Belmode's mind, and finally came to one point: Gin would indeed agree to Ichijō Mirai's request.
Once again, there was a brief silence due to the lack of words before she picked up the persona that Ichijō Mirai had given herself by holding her head down, "Okay."
"I'll try my best to gather the information and send it to you within three days."
It's just that it's better to stay out of contact for a while, especially while the shock is still lingering.
Belmode let his eyes light up with moisture, as if he was happy to get the promise to meet Gin, and then he changed his words very emotionally, "Because of the sniper case, the congressmen plan to hold a private meeting in the near future. I am not sure when it will start. If I don't have time to hand it over to you in person, I will put the information in the villa in advance."
She took out a file, "This is the one Gin asked for."
She tilted her face up again, biting her lip very softly, a little too hard to speak, "Excuse me, how should I address you?"
Ichijō Mirai asked first, "What is your codename?"
Rum was a member of Code Name, and while there were a few other factors involved, he figured that such a capable spy lady must have a code name as well.
"My code name," Belmode's eyes flickered for a few moments as she raised a sweet smile, "Calvados."
She whispered, "It means apple brandy."
It was an interesting codename, and Ichijō Mirai pondered it for a few seconds, realizing that of all the living people he knew, he and the young officer were the only ones without a code name, and the rest of them had one.
…This is bullying.
But it doesn't matter, he has killed many guys with code names, such as Gin, Gin, and Gin.
"Ahem," Ichijō Mirai said with a straight face, "you can call me 'Savior'."
Savior is here.
Savior is gone.
Belmode sits on his side of the bed and sends an unfortunate note to Gin: [Satan's coming for you, I'm sorry for your loss.]
Then took out a white document.
This document did not record any intelligence, but it was indeed somewhat important. It was a blank questionnaire, and the questions on it were almost all multiple-choice questions. There were three choices in total. The leftmost was disgust, the rightmost was like, and the middle was indifference.
The first question is short: [Female?]
Belmode groaned. She raised her head and her eyes wandered around the place where Ichijō Mirai had just stood. She recalled the other person's calm breathing and heartbeat and his lack of reaction from beginning to end, then checked the box for indifference.
The second question was equally short: [Male?]
Ignoring the fact that some of the sewage throwing operations would have caused Gin's blood pressure to rise, there was nothing to see in this question, and Belmode tentatively decided that he would need to make contact as a male for a while, also checking the box for indifference.
The third question is very thought-provoking: [Human?]
Belmode didn't hesitate for a second, and firmly checked indifferent.
In this meeting, she was certain that Ichijō Mirai did not see herself as an equal.
But it wasn't because of her disguised identity as a spy, it wasn't because of the circle of stupidity that she had intentionally sprung up, it was a kind of... even if she wasn't a member of the Intelligence Unit, she was a member of the Operations Unit, and her performance was more intelligent and outstanding, Ichijō Mirai still wouldn't treat her as an equal exchange partner.
In a sense, it's a kind of equal treatment. It's really Messiah's style.
Discrimination against all without discrimination.
Belmode thought for a moment, and continued on.
She answered a series of questions with her eyes downcast, slowly combing through them to summarize the characteristics of Ichijō Mirai that were clearly not normal, and struggling to find a few that were more in line with normal.
Finally, at the bottom of the questionnaire, she paused for a few seconds and added a sentence: [It is suspected that there are special hobbies that match some human groups, which need to be confirmed in detail.]
For example, 'Let's take a deeper look together!'.
Although it's for the purpose of whoring information, what does it mean to be able to come up with such words?
It means that either you have no idea what you're talking about, and you're always thinking about it, or there's someone who's a bit more interesting among the humans you've been in contact with.
Besides the questionnaire, there's one more thing.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"Boss," Belmode stood up, pulling back the curtains and letting the darkness flood into the dimly lit room, "Confirmation complete, abdomen is smooth to the touch, no signs of injury, initial assumption is that the gunshot wound has healed completely."
She twisted the words between her lips and added the caveat, "Within half a month."
Within half a month, the gunshot wound to Ichijō Mirai's abdomen had healed to the point where it nearly disappeared, as if it had never been inflicted at all.
"Okay."
"Well..."
"He's pursuing the medical accident case from eighteen years ago. Shall we?"
"I know."