Theme: Generous, charitable, understanding organization with a heart for the people and the FBI, discussing salary and benefits with new members of the organization.
Meeting time: 8:00 pm.
Meeting place: remote villa.
Participants: Ichijō Mirai.
Participation method: by car.
When Ichijō Mirai arrived at his destination, he saw Gin from afar, and was surprised to see him waving and greeting him with a bit of a surprise, "You're the interviewer for my third interview?"
"You are a kind person, it seems that I can negotiate a better salary package."
Gin: "..."
He was calmly and habitually corrected, "These three actions are not interviews."
They were Ichijō Mirai's unilateral torture, bullying, and terrorist attacks on the organization and Tokyo.
As for why it's still a 'third interview'...
If Ichijō Mirai hadn't been satisfied today, the third bloodbath wouldn't have ended, and a fourth group of FBI agents would have been killed.
Of course, the FBI is not stupid, and will hesitate to send another team in the short term, but the terrorist attacks are so sensational, they'll send a fourth team, even if they have to, due to public opinion.
So the question is, if the FBI does resist, and bite the bullet and don't send a fourth FBI team, will Ichijō Mirai stop?
Gin suspected the madman would go to New York.
He didn't want to talk about it, and looked directly at the vehicle Ichijō Mirai was traveling in, frowning again, "Took a cab?"
It was a black private car, which seemed to fit the organization's style, but it wasn't the organization's car, and the driver wasn't a member of the organization, but a middle-aged man with low eyebrows.
Ichijō Mirai turned around at the sound of his voice and casually replied, "Oh, I don't know the way, so I asked a kind person to give me a ride."
"Don't worry, I'm one of you."
He walked towards the villa, "Don't worry about him, I've tried it myself, he knows his way around."
It was evening, the sky was darkening, but the villa had no lights on, a few candles were silently glowing in some of the windows.
Ichijō Mirai pushed open the door and saw the candles standing in the darkness.
The candles spread up the stairs and swirled around, eventually stopping on the third floor and entering a room, as if guiding the way.
The directions were clear, and Ichijō Mirai didn't hesitate to step into the path of the candles.
After a few steps, he turned back, "Aren't you coming in?"
Gin shook his head, his expression faint, "I'm responsible for keeping order in the neighborhood."
"Okay," Ichijō Mirai didn't dwell on it too much, moving his head to nod, "Thank you, Mr. Knight who doesn't smile by nature."
He ignored Gin's darting forehead and carelessly followed the candles.
The villa was hung with a number of oil paintings, and in the dim candlelight of the low visibility, the portraits were all a little dark, as if they were staring at the visitor together.
They were men and women, old and young, with a variety of hairstyles and skin colors, they were people from different countries, but only one thing was the same: clothing.
The people in the paintings were all dressed in white, with a distant brightness in the darkness, and looked like devils disguised as angels with no ulterior motives.
In the lower right corner of each painting is a small line of text that appears to be a name, but most of it is not clear, and only a few are illuminated by candlelight.
In one of the paintings, there was a blonde woman sitting in a chair with her head turned sideways, glasses on her pale cheeks, a gentle, flat smile, and a drab white dress.
The text in the lower right corner reads: [Miyano Elena].
Ichijō Mirai scanned over it carelessly, took a few more steps, passed by some oil paintings, and once again saw one of a woman.
She was sitting upright with black hair and red eyes, her face was a little blurry but I could tell she had a cold expression, there was splattered blood on her cheeks, and her white dress was bloodstained, so it looked like she had killed someone not too long ago.
The candle was not close enough to light the lower right corner.
Ichijō Mirai's footsteps paused for a moment as she swept her eyes over the candles, pondering, "The artist's skill is very good, and the paint used is not real blood, is it?"
The system didn't make a sound until Ichijō Mirai reached the door at the end of the candle, then it slowly prompted.
[You have obtained a mysterious message that cannot be deciphered at this time, and your knowledge of the organization has increased slightly.]
The room at the end of the room is slightly open, and with a gentle push, it opens up into a study, and finally, instead of just candles, there's light.
The light of a computer.
Ichijō Mirai scanned the prompt and stepped into the study, closing the door behind him.
There was no one in the study but him, and the computer was on the desk, so he couldn't see what was on the screen, only that the light that illuminated part of the darkness flickered and changed.
A soft female voice suddenly sounded, "Hello, Mr. Ichijō Mirai."
She spoke English with a New York accent, her words clear and gentle, as if she were chatting with a friend, and gave a low laugh, "Or, dear Messiah."
"I have heard a great deal about you."
"'Messiah' is a fitting title for you."
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He stood in awe: Aguy who doesn't change her face!
"There's a sofa on your right, have a seat," The woman added, "the tea is still hot."
And introduced herself, "My code name is Belmode."
"Hello," Ichijō Mirai said as she took her seat, "the very articulate Ms. Belmode."
"I've never heard of your code name, but from now on, you will be remembered fondly."
For being able to babble in a serious manner and have a thick skin.
Listen, 'Messiah is a good name for you', listen!
Ichijō Mirai shakes his head!
Belmode seemed to get the hint, and gave a low chuckle, "What an honor."
Suddenly, a cat purred.
This cat's purr was different from the soft, whiny 'Mee~' that cats always give to humans, it was a somewhat mournful 'Meow wow!', which sounds like a low meow of protest against its own kind.
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
He frowned briefly as he heard Belmode's unhurried voice coaxing the cat, "Good boy."
This is followed by a slight commotion, which sounds like the cat parkouring and punching Belmode several times.
Ichijō Mirai: "...?"
"I'm so sorry," Belmode apologized with a smile, "the kid's a cute cow cat."
"Adorable, but a little jumpy."
She laughed and sighed, "and holds a grudge."
"But when he's not, he's not too crazy."
The bonbons continue, and it sounds like the cow cat leaps out for two more laps of parkour, jumps on top of Belmode, and bonbons again.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
This member of the organization is really...
"Messiah," Belmode said nonchalantly, "Before you meet the chief, you need to hear a story from my past."
"A story related to the organization."
She said softly, "Many people spend their entire lives unable to get a glimpse of what the organization really is, but the organization is willing to unveil the mystery for you."