There are a few messages on the police academy's cell phone that explain the training.
[In order to promote the police cadets flexible thinking, from the field to understand the reconstruction of criminal thinking, this special training program: [Disguised Criminal.]
[1, the duration of this special training program is 15 days and 360 hours, from 21:00 on the 14th to 21:00 on the 30th.]
[2, this training, please the police cadets to escape the police pursuit of the main, spend a long period of fugitive career, due to special training, allow appropriate violation of discipline, but if there are serious violations of the law, such as large amounts of theft, etc., will be unified at the end of the training for the filing of the case ...]
[3, cell phone is the identity pass card, can not be lost, will be collectively informed of the fall and serious crimes ...]
[4, if you want to abstain, please call the cell phone [1] key shortcut contact ...]
[5, I wish all police cadets happy training.]
The system tips are in the upper left corner: [15.]
[In the special mission, the archive function is temporarily offline, the player has fifteen opportunities to read the file, each time to read the file can go back to the blackjack that has spent any day.]
[Year 3, April 14, 21:05]
[11th District, Tokyo.]
These messages need to be read carefully, and Ichijō Mirai reads them quite carefully.
While reading the text messages and system alerts on his cell phone, he changed out of his somewhat bright clothes into a baseball jersey and put on a baseball cap, mask and gloves, then turned around a few times, went up to an apartment building and knocked on the door of a lighted house.
The owner of the house, a young man who looked to be under thirty, opened the door with a look of impatience.
Ichijō Mirai, who was still reading a message, took the owner by the scruff of the neck and shoulder, warmly accepted the invitation to enter the house with him, and closed the door with his leg.
As he walks towards the living room, he opens the refrigerator and pulls out a can of Coke, kindly asking the owner if he wants anything, but when the owner doesn't answer, he sits down on the sofa, regretfully disappointed by his kindness.
"You're single, aren't you," Ichijō Mirai said, still looking at his cell phone, "and following the example of not living with a husband and wife in your fifties, or else your collection will be accidentally lost, I'm once again remembering the practical truth that it's best not to live alone in your thirties, or else you'll be accidentally taken hostage."
He put down his cell phone for the time being, hooked open the Coke with one hand, pushed the mouthpiece up a few points with the mouth of the can, took a sip of the cold liquid, and was a bit touched, "The warmth of home."
It's a familiar story!
But, "I'm sorry, I should have been more precise."
Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment, and corrected himself rigorously, "The warmth of a newlywed's home."
It was recently that I started killing NPCs, but strictly speaking, it was more like the warmth of moving into a new home after getting married.
Going back even further, Ichijō Mirai didn't usually choose the owner of the house to do something illegal when the owner was home, and now intentionally picking out the homeowner was a habit that had developed rapidly after he had started killing NPCs.
"Habit is a terrible thing," He sighed, "but after trying to do it once in a simple and brutal way, it's a natural habit to just go ahead and kill when you're thinking about something."
"Right?"
A person's sigh is a bit lonely, criminals need to be a comic relief.
But the landlord had no intention of playing a supporting role. His face flushed, and he gently grasped Ichijō Mirai's arm, looking like someone who had fallen in love at first sight, and was in a state of unconsciousness and shyness, not saying a word and flirting silently, and only made a low perfunctory response, "Woo."
Ichijō Mirai waited a few breaths, his eyes swept over the gamepad on the table, and enthusiastically opened the third topic: "Are you playing a game?"
He nodded, "Not a bad hobby, I like to play games too."
Probably because the game was in a state where the character had died, the owner did not need to do anything immediately, and it did not matter even if the owner was flirting shyly, so the owner still gently touched Ichijō Mirai's arm.
"Well, you're not interested in any of the three topics I started," Ichijō Mirai surrendered, "one or two or three, I don't like you anymore."
He put down the coke and picked up his cell phone, looking at it for a while longer, thinking, "I think there might be a locator or a listening device in the cell phone, do you have any idea about that?"
"If there is, the officers must be rushing here, perhaps calling to stop me from doing something in the nick of time."
The former, unknown at this time, the latter, not happening.
The locator is probable, but not sure about the listener.
Ichijō Mirai thought for a few seconds, "It's the fourth time, and you still won't talk to me, so cold."
He put down his cell phone and rolled his neck, "I'm tired, I'm getting a little stuffy in my mask."
So he reached out to hook down the mask.
The homeowner's face was red, and it was obvious that he was in love and had a confused look. When he saw Ichijō Mirai looking at him, his eyes lit up with hope, and he nodded quickly with a wink, "Yeah! Oh!"
Not only did the struggle in his upper body become louder, but the struggle in his lower body was even more violent as he lifted his leg in horror, barely kicking the coffee table outward by a dozen centimeters, "Ummm!"
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
He stopped removing his mask and looked sideways at the landlord.
The homeowner's face was flushed red with love and confusion, but when Ichijō Mirai looked at him, his eyes lit up with hope, and he hurriedly nodded his head downward with a wink, "Uhh! Oh!"
Uh-huh? The meaning of these gestures and sounds is...
Ichijō Mirai: "Pervert."
And he's like, "What do you mean by that? Please remember, we're just friends, don't try to be a jerk, sir."
"If you're a friend, you should add a contact number. What's your contact number?"
Homeowner: "Ugh!!!"
"You won't even tell me your contact info?" Ichijō Mirai sighed in disappointment and picked up his cell phone again, "Okay, I get it, you're a cold-hearted bastard."
He continued to press the phone, exploring the entire brick machine.
Whether it's [Organization Newcomer], [Police Academy Newcomer], or [Reality], the phones are all pretty much the same, they're all push-button phones.
Not very friendly to Ichijō Mirai.
He flips through it, smiles a little, and without looking back tightens his arm in a chokehold, "Don't scream."
"I'm allergic to loud noises, and if you make too much noise, I'll be so uncomfortable that you'll never be able to play the game."
Ichijō Mirai patiently admonished, "This is a somewhat sad decision for me as a fellow gamer, so please make sure you don't scream, is that okay?"
He let go of the chokehold.
The homeowner immediately flung himself off the couch, holding onto the couch and coffee table and started coughing violently, coughing so that his face, which was already red from asphyxiation, turned even redder, and his coughing sound was quite a bit heartbreaking.
"Poor thing," Ichijō Mirai said, turning the cell phone with one hand in a gentle expression of concern, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."
The concern was touching.
At least it touched the homeowner, whose body froze in fear of moving and tried to suppress an instinctive cough, "No, it's fine!"
"I'm fine, I'm really fine, I'm sensible!" He carefully plopped down next to the couch, not daring to look up at Ichijō Mirai's masked but obviously smiling face, "What do you want? I, my paycheck just came in today, can I..."
Ichijō Mirai: "Good boy."
He interrupted the homeowner and reached out a gloved hand to stroke his head, "I don't want anything."
"Wait with me for half an hour, I want to wait for the police."
"Whether or not there's a bug in my cell phone is a very important thing, it means whether I'm a toddler, a teenager, or an adult."
Without waiting for an answer, he thanked the homeowner politely.
"Thank you for your company."