The class records were accessed more than 20 days ago, around the time Ichijō Mirai first reached out to help his classmates with the cross-country run.
The individual class records were accessed yesterday afternoon.
On the side of each retrieval record is a smaller line labeled with the shelf number and floor number of the file.
Ichijō Mirai stares at the lines.
Matsuda Jinpei, staring at the last access record, read the five names on it with some incredulity, then a second time, then a third time, even more incredulity: "Huh?"
"'Kujō Mirai'? Why there's no your file?!"
From the second to the last classroom, it was basically a filing room area, where the walls between the classrooms were opened up and lined up with iron filing shelves after iron filing shelves.
The gaps between the shelves were so small that they could barely fit one person.
There was already someone in the file room, and not far away, a golden color peeked out from among the densely packed file shelves, "You're here."
It was Furuya Rei.
He walked towards the door, placing the five folders in his hands on the table, and said briefly, "These are our files."
The folders were blue in color, with a rectangular slip of paper taped to the upper center with the names printed in heavy bold letters.
"Probably because we haven't been enrolled for long, the file is pretty much all personal information, or very abbreviated kind, the results of the previous training are included in the class file of this term, there are no more than three dozen copies to be put into the personal file, but there are other things," Furuya Rei frowned, "The last page is blank, with the official and private seals on it."
The document at the top was Furuya Rei's, he said as he opened the folder and turned to the last page to show them.
It was a complete page of white paper, A4 size, printed in red, the lines and left and right were vaguely separated by the red color, the first trace of a seal at the top was Onidzuka Hachizo's, to the right was an unfamiliar name, and there was no shortage of unfamiliar names down the page, but the last one, was the official seal of the Tokyo Police Department.
"There's also a public security seal."
Furuya Rei pointed, brow still furrowed, "The last page of all five of these files looks like this, it should have been stamped yesterday, but,"
He looked to Ichijō Mirai, "There's none for you."
"It's not that your file doesn't have a stamp on it, it's that you don't have a file,"
"I've just searched all the file shelves in the neighborhood, and I can't find your file."
It must not be true that you don't have a file, but that it was taken away by someone, Matsuda Jinpei reacted, guessing in a good direction first, "Transferred for inspection by some department?"
Such as Search Division One?
Because Ichijō Mirai's performance was so outstanding, the Division One people wanted to put him into Search Division One directly, so they were discussing it and decided to play it safe, so they transferred the data first to see how he was doing in other areas?
Since he didn't follow the rules, he didn't leave a trace in the register, so it seemed reasonable.
But just a second later, Matsuda Jinpei was convinced, "We only have some personal information in our files, not even training records, so we don't need to secretly transfer personal information, do we? We don't need to secretly transfer personal information, right? We can just transfer the training information from the class files."
Then where is Ichijō Mirai's file?
Ichijō Mirai could probably figure it out: 90% of it was because his identity was so important to the police that he couldn't even keep files with only sketchy personal information in a file room with almost zero security.
He was a bit disinterested, and glanced at Morofushi Hiromitsu along the line of gaze, and then, slightly more interested, he blurted out, "Maybe they took it away from the last time they adjusted the class files, and haven't put it back yet, so they haven't accessed the records," he said casually.
"Can I see it?"
That was Morofushi Hiromitsu.
It's asking, 'There's personal information on the file, right? Can I see your file?'
It's asking, 'You said you trusted me, so will you let me see your file?'
Or are you asking: 'You're not going to lie to me again when you tell me about your past, are you?'
...Where's the 'again'?
Morofushi Hiromitsu hadn't read his own file, he didn't know what was in it, whether there were case records of his parents' case, confessions, progress of the investigation and other things, or whether there was any information about his own state at that time, he paused for a moment and nodded his head in agreement, "Yes."
Ichijō Mirai immediately searched for Morofushi Hiromitsu's file and started from the first page.
The first page was very plain and simple, basic information such as name, place of origin, photo, height, weight, graduation school, and family members, and in the line of family members there was only one person's information: a non-professional police officer currently working in Nagano Prefecture, who was related to Morofushi Hiromitsu as a brother, and who was 28 years old, eight years older than Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Morofushi Hiromitsu mentioned this 'brother', and Ichijō Mirai only glanced at him before looking down.
At the bottom, there's the past medical history: "Aphasia, mild memory loss."
...Huh?
No wonder this guy knows sign language.
Ichijō Mirai's eyes fell on the medical history box that had something filled in, and stared at the two brief medical histories.
Furuya Rei looked at Ichijō Mirai, and then at Morofushi Hiromitsu, and sensed something subtly wrong: why was Morofushi Hiromitsu asking about himself by default when Ichijō Mirai hadn't called out anyone's name, and had simply asked, 'Can I see the file?'
Moreover, after he answered in the affirmative, Ichijō Mirai did look at the file right away, indicating that he was really asking Morofushi Hiromitsu.
But other than the question and simple eye contact, there were no other words, right? What's with the synchronization?
He knew that Morofushi Hiromitsu cared more about Ichijō Mirai, but he hadn't realized that in just one month, their relationship had become so good, as if they had formed an understanding because they had a secret that only each other knew, so he looked at them a little more.
Morofushi Hiromitsu realized that, and raised his eyes with a helpless smile, then lowered his eyes to the file, he noticed Ichijō Mirai's eyes fell on his past medical history, so he explained in a low voice: "At that time, because of the shock, I couldn't speak for a period of time, as if I were a mute, and I had forgotten the exact details of the case."
"It's only in the last few years that I've been able to remember."
To be more precise, in the last few months, especially the month of the police academy, Morofushi Hiromitsu spent almost every day 'watching Ichijō Mirai during the day and dreaming about the crime scene at night'.
The special odor that attracted him to his companions brought back a lot of memories.
...Such as the killer's tattoos.
This was definitely not on the file, Morofushi Hiromitsu still had his eyes downcast, his eyelids blocking the color of his eyes, "Because of my experience with aphasia, I also know sign language."
He said as if in jest, "So I'm very familiar with a lot of combat terminology, and I can be the first to understand the orders of the Lord Commander and act on them in the case of having to maintain quiet and silent operations."