The white tiles of the isolation room and the floor scene break apart piece by piece, and then piece by piece they are put back together and reassembled into a completely new white scene.
It's a shared bathroom, male.
The customary prompt for loading a new scene flashes.
[Year 3, 10.31, 09:37.]
[USA, New York.]
A system alert pops up: [You have officially entered the FBI Newcomer.]
[Please note that the FBI is a dangerous and specialized profession that requires a certain threshold to open, and the game determines that you have gradually adapted to it, and now modifies some of its functions.]
The game has decided that you're getting used to it, so we've modified some of the functions.
[The way to read the file has been changed to death.]
[Players can save as much as they want, and when they die, they can selectively read the file, and when they don't select it, they will read the most recent file by default.]
Ichijō Mirai glanced at the prompt and narrowed his eyes.
You have to be dead to read the file? That's a blatant attempt to force the player to die.
If you consider that the game is not just a game, but also the past, then: the [Organization Newcomer] period was characterized by out-of-control killings and aggression, and the [Police Academy Newcomer] period was characterized by over-repression and a struggle for self-control.
The [FBI Newcomer] period was characterized by over-suppression and rebound, and the aggressiveness was just as strong, but instead of venting it out to the outside world, it was digested in silence.
Ichijō Mirai commented, "It doesn't seem like my personality."
"I have a very good character," he says of himself, "and when I feel one point of displeasure, I'm generous enough to let others feel ten points of displeasure."
He wouldn't be able to digest it by himself in silence.
There was a pause of a few seconds before the system prompted.
[For some well-known reason, your class is one of the best in the history of the police academy, both past and future.]
[You are the best class, you are the best leader.]
[During the long period of time between the start of this year's academy in April and the end of October, you left a deep mark on the academy, the police, and the whole of Tokyo with your unquestionable excellence, and countless people remembered Savior, code-named 'Messiah'...]
[This title will be polished over time, and will gradually shine brighter in their memories, but for now...]
The cue pauses noticeably, before spitting out the following with gravity: [You are on a special mission.]
[You will have no name, no past, no future, not even the right to receive the visions of others as a police officer, you will no longer be able to walk in the sunlight with honor, but become a shadow, and go to New York to start a completely different career...]
[You're gonna be in the FBI.]
[You're going to have to work very hard, and there's only a handful of people who can help you from behind.]
[But you have no complaints, no regrets.]
[A prompt passes by as if it never existed: "If you know what you've done, and you know what you've done to get kicked out."]
It was really fleeting.
Ichijō Mirai stared at it, a little surprised, and immediately patted his chest to relax: "It seems to have flashed past something really bad, it must have been some kind of cursed text message, it's a good thing I can't read Japanese."
"Luckily I can't read Japanese."
The system went silent.
There was a cell phone on the bathroom sink, and at that moment, the phone vibrated, and the screen lit up with a white light, revealing a message: [Mr. Ichijō, you have successfully arrived in New York.]
[Please rest assured that the graduation ceremony of the police academy is being held as scheduled, your classmates have all been discharged from the hospital and are participating in the graduation ceremony, unfortunately you will not be able to attend...]
[At the ceremony, the police will officially announce your death.]
[From now on, you will be a non-existent person.]
[In order to avoid detection by the FBI, the police will not provide you with any assistance, so please try to contact and join the FBI and subpoena for the police in appropriate actions.]
[May you keep your identity in mind.]
There was a pause of a few seconds, and then a couple of messages explaining two things.
The first message was: [Administrator Matsumoto is already investigating the 'Ichijō case' thoroughly, please rest assured that he will pursue it to the end.]
[Your classmates are so good that all members have received an early invitation, and the list of those you are most concerned about and their whereabouts are as follows:]
[Furuya-san and Morofushi-san have received an invitation from the Public Security Bureau, and will be officially joining the Police Department as of today.]
[Kenji-san and Matsuda-san have received an invitation to the EOD class, and will be officially joining the Police Department as of today.]
[Wataru-san has made a reservation to join the Search I Division.]
[We've told some of your classmates that you decided to accept the invitation to join the Search Division, but we regret that you didn't officially join.]
[Please rest assured that they will have a bright future.]
Ichijō Mirai: "...?"
Huh?
He looked at the messages carefully, not understanding them, but greatly shocked, "Two are public security, two are police, one is Search One, and I faked my death?"
Everyone has a bright future?
Mirai can't have a bright future, so why should everyone have a bright future!
This is outrageous!
After a few minutes of sending these detailed messages, the other side quickly withdrew them, as if destroying the evidence.
The second message came, a code of identity.
The message was a long one, summarized in a few words.
'Ichijō Mirai's identity remains unchanged. He is the son of Officer Ichijō, and after surviving the murder, he entered the police academy with excellent grades.
But when he graduated, a turning point came when Ichijō's case was found to be related to an insider in the police force, and he left and disappeared without a trace.
The Neon Police had to declare him dead for fear of causing a disturbance.'
It's an identity for the FBI. Nine real ones and one fake one is the most convincing.
Makes sense.
Ichijō Mirai looked up and down, left and right, and saw the relentlessness of the words: 'Yes, we kicked you out.'
He was a bit shocked, "What's with the police? What's wrong with me? I did a good job, and they're packing me off to New York for a reason?"
"And just kick me!"
It's great to have a new map.
But what's with the feeling of being packed overnight.
"Gin's the same way." Ichijō Mirai added, looking into the mirror with a somewhat innocent expression, "Why are you doing this to me?"
System: [...]
You know yourself.
This is a question that doesn't need to be answered at all, and the system remains silent for a few seconds before giving the following guidance.
[Your identity is quite real and can withstand repeated searches by the FBI, but you know that human beings have the despicable personality of 'only believing in the information that you have found out through hard work', so you decided to disguise yourself first, so that the FBI would be interested in you and then go deeper into the investigation, and then think that the information that you have found out is quite correct...]
[This is exactly what you and the Japanese Police are planning.]
[Mission 'Disguise Yourself' detected.]
[Reward: one Low-level Painkillers.]
In addition to the cell phone, there were three bottles and cans on the sink, which were now lit up with a telltale light.
Ichijō Mirai tentatively picks up the first black bottle and opens it, sniffing it and realizing that it's a black hair dye, which is what the system tells him: [Pure Black Hair Dye].
He soon realized that the mirror was on when he picked up the bottle, as if to prompt him to look in the mirror.
In the mirror, Ichijō Mirai still had black hair and red eyes, but it looked like he hadn't trimmed his hair in a long time, and his already voluminous hair had become even more voluminous, and the pieces of it had to be purposely parted to keep it out of his eyes, so that with a little effort, it could be tied up in a short wolf's tail with little effort.
The hair color has not changed.
Ichijō Mirai thoughtfully picked up the second red bottle and looked in the mirror, noticing a change in her appearance: her black hair had turned brown.
The brown color was like a dark black tea, darker than Ichijō Mirai's eyes.
Visually, the reddish-brown hair was a little longer.
The red bottle reads [Reddish Brown Hair Dye].
Ichijō Mirai frowns, picks up the third yellow bottle, and decides, "Black, red, and blonde are all common hair colors for lighthouse people, but black is the same as my original hair color, and red looks a little..."
It was too gentle, and it had modified his appearance to be a bit more gentle, even feminine at first glance.
"Let's go with blonde."
The yellow bottle made the mirror change.
In the mirror, Ichijō Mirai's reddish-brown hair, which seemed to be a bit long, quickly lightened, lightened beyond recognition, and finally turned white.
Yes, white.
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
He looks down, confused, at the yellow bottle's indication: [Platinum Blonde Hair Dye].
Okay, it's 'platinum blonde'.
He looked up again and met his gray hair in the mirror, "?"
...Platinum blonde is indeed white, and it does have the word blonde in the name.
But that's no reason to paint the bottle yellow!