Matsumoto Kiyonaga's injuries were really serious, and Dr. Inuo was really worried.
So, half an hour later, Hashimoto Yūhito at the detention center was awakened by the sound of the guards rapping on the railing, "Wake up, wake up."
"Who is Hashimoto Yūhito?"
It was a guard with a somewhat fierce face, tapping on the railing impatiently.
Hashimoto Yūhito stood up apprehensively, "I, it's me."
The guards swept him away and opened the cell door, "Come out."
Turning to his partner, he said, "I've got him."
The partner immediately dialed the phone, his tone sweet, "I've got Hashimoto Yūhito here, see?"
Not knowing what was said, he was incredulous, "Us?!"
Then he was pleasantly surprised, "Okay, okay, we'll be right there!"
He hung up the phone, some eyebrows fluttered, "The captain has something, let us send this guy to the office."
A chance to curry favor with the brass! With the captain's permission!
Hashimoto Yūhito couldn't quite understand what was going on or why he was being named, but he could sense that the two guards were in a much better mood, so he followed with even more trepidation.
He entered an office.
The office was large, decorated in a minimalist black color scheme, and very atmospheric.
There were people inside.
Roughly about six or seven, are silent against the bookshelves and stand, the office does not look crowded, can only be filled with a long line belongs to the prisoner's uniform color.
There were three people sitting opposite each other on the sofa in the office.
One man, who looked like a secretary, sat fearfully on one side, his head continually bowed, a piece of white printout paper in the lap of his black suit skirt.
One man, who looked to be in his forties, was smiling as he poured the tea, boasting about how good his tea was and how mellow and flavorful it was.
The other was much younger, looking to be in his twenties at the most...
''Kujō-san?!''
Hashimoto Yūhito almost blurted out, but pushed it back down his throat in time to make a sound that was half like a hiccup.
His eyes were wide and he wanted to ask, "What are you doing here, did you come in disguise? How dangerous! If they find out, they'll be arrested!
That would be a failure!
But he couldn't ask, not only couldn't ask, but he had to desperately try to avert his irredeemably bright eyes and suppress his instincts, which were suddenly filled with a sense of security and began to rejoice.
Yes, instinct.
Hashimoto Yūhito realized with hindsight that after only a few weeks of knowing each other, he had already developed the instinct to feel a sense of security when he saw 'Savior' in a moment of low crisis.
This instinct to do nothing was frightening, but because the person he was in contact with was 'Savior', an existence as bright and warm as a savior, Hashimoto Yūhito found this to be a blessing.
He saw Ichijō Mirai smiling at the sound.
"Good tea indeed," Ichijō Mirai said as he took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, signaling that he had come to the right person, the one he was looking for, "it's very mellow."
There were already a dozen tea cups on the table, all contributed by Director Inuo.
Director Inuo was actually a little hesitant to say anything: the cups of tea, freshly brewed hot tea, freshly brewed hot tea that could burn a person's mouth, were piping hot.
But realizing that Ichijō Mirai was unresponsive, as if he were drinking a cup of cold water, he nodded hastily, a little panicked, "It's a lucky cup of tea to be praised by you."
Turning to the two guards, he said, "Close the door."
Translation: Get lost.
Upon entering the door and seeing their own director presenting so much tea with such a flattering attitude, the two guards were already stunned and reacted to why the captain had asked them to come over.
...Is this something they can look at?
This is the link that will be cleaned up by the director if you look at it!
All they could do was to nod their heads, respond in a slurred voice, and hurriedly exit the office.
Director Inuo didn't even glance at Hashimoto Yūhito, ignoring this insignificant person. He turned his head again and looked at Ichijō Mirai with an attitude comparable to that of a filial son honoring his parents. "If you like, can you take some tea with you when you leave?"
Director Inuo actually looked down upon ordinary police academy students, police academy students who sneaked into the detention center and held him hostage, and police academy students who had formed a common image of "sun" in the minds of those who knew about it, and were the so-called "savior".
It was only when he saw Ichijō Mirai with his own eyes that he realized it was an acquaintance.
An acquaintance he had never met in person, but one who had such a profound effect on the whole of Tokyo that he made the whole city tremble.
'Satan'.
That's the name the public gave to the criminal who caused two bloodbaths in just one month, but the name given to him within the organization was 'Messiah'.
Director Inuo realized how perceptive his colleagues were, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues, and how much he had to listen to his colleagues.
He had received an order from the organization three years ago to obey Satan unconditionally when he met him.
Ichijō Mirai shook his head, "No."
"It's too bitter for my liking," he smiled as he put down his cup of tea, "I'm sorry."
"Did I scare you just now? Seeing your tie was hooked by the hanger, I was really worried, I could only pull off the tie to save you urgently, maybe a little too hard, please forgive me."
Translation: Even though I strangled you with your tie right away, you're not really behaving like a dog, are you? You're too timid, so get your act together and don't let the others know what's going on.
"No, no," Director Inuo immediately nodded, to the surrounding inconsequential and a little annoying police cadets to make their own somewhat respectful additions, "my wife before the hospital in order to do surgery, thanks to the director, the operation all went well."
"Today, when I met Mr. Kanagawa, I realized that the doctors at the hospital were so responsive, not that I was shocked, but I was just a bit in awe."
He let out a rather decent sigh, "It seems the doctors are getting better and better."
The unimportant, somewhat annoying police cadets kept their ears open and stared.
Hashimoto Yūhito stepped on a nearby student who looked up subconsciously in dismay, and was secretly amazed: doctor? Kujō-san is even disguised as a doctor?
No wonder he was able to enter the detention center.
This, this...it's worthy of being Kujō-san!
He also had some unexplainable excitement: to get into the detention center at such a time, could it be, could it be that he wanted to?
He tried his best to suppress his delusions: No, no, no, jailbreak is impossible, but it is a serious illegal act and violates the rules of training!
While Hashimoto Yūhito was thinking about it, one by one the cadets were escorted to the office.
The office was quickly filling up, and because of the overcrowding, many of them went into the office first, allowing Ichijō Mirai to observe their admiring expressions, confirming that they were cadets, and then exiting the office to stand in the corridor outside and wait for their turn.
They all behaved well, not taking advantage of the opportunity to escape, and even lined up without being asked to do so by the guards.
When one line was full, another was formed, starting at the office door.
They didn't talk to each other.
Those inside the office stared quietly at Ichijō Mirai with their eyes and ears open, listening to the conversation, while those outside stared at the half-open door of the office, trying to eavesdrop.
Ichijō Mirai was amazed.
After all the arrested cadets were in place, he gave a small nod of his head.
Immediately recognizing this, Director Inuo grabbed a piece of printer paper from the couch and stumbled over his words, explaining what he had heard during the 'accidental tie around the neck', "Kujō-san, as per your instructions, the people you named have all arrived."
The printout had a few simple words on it: [Held hostage].
He said, "You, what are you trying to do by holding me hostage and forcing me to pretend that nothing is wrong and gathering all these criminals here?"
The secretary, who had been keeping her head down, finally looked up, revealing the red lipstick mark on her neck.
She held up a piece of paper in her lap and showed the following handwriting.
[Dead (throat slit)].