A cluster of blue prompts silently appeared in the handwriting that flowed like a stream of data: [For the next operation, if there is an important task that you don't feel comfortable handing over to someone else, you can hand it over to me.]
[I can be an observer as long as you need me...]
Ichijō Mirai didn't even raise his eyes for a moment, directly ignoring it, still staring at the two medical histories, and somewhat thoughtfully said to the system, "I feel like I should be able to remember any clues, but."
"'Zombies ate my brain'."
He sighed calmly, "Why do this kind of 'deal' that affects your thinking, aren't you afraid of being whored out and eaten right into your stomach with your skin and bones."
He glanced at Morofushi Hiromitsu again, thinking a bit: although he didn't know what the exact clue was, this guy gave him a 'zombie ate my brain' feeling.
Does that mean that this guy is one of the things that 'zombies' care about?
Probably.
Then, should we play it?
Ichijō Mirai pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Are these the only two?"
This guy's got a little bit of a problem with his personality and over-identification with his own kind, but are you sure he doesn't have any aftereffects like traumatic stress syndrome?
Morofushi Hiromitsu was stunned for a moment before answering, "Only these two."
He guessed why Ichijō Mirai was asking, and gave a somewhat helpless smile, "Although I'm concerned about you, it's not just because..."
It's not just because it's one of a kind, there's a certain pungent odor of having grown up stumbling from a pool of blood, as if bruised all over.
Because of the presence of Furuya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei, Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't finish his sentence, but only paused appropriately to make sure that Ichijō Mirai guessed what he was going to say before simply skimming over it, and then continued, "Or is it because you're so charismatic, like a leader who welcomes the sun and is always at the forefront of leading the charge,"
"When everyone looks at you, because of the sun at the same time to see the sun and feel a little blinding, even can not see your silhouette, but as long as you see a little, will be at ease immensely."
He shifted his gaze and named him, "Matsuda-san feels the same way, right?"
Matsuda Jinpei was looking left and right thoughtfully, not admitting or denying it, but just exuding an aura of a detective, and adjusting his stance slightly, a bit skeptical, "You guys..."
"Very familiar?"
A month's time is not enough for strangers to become familiar, but a month at the police academy is enough for strangers to become familiar with each other, like a fully-sobered wine.
He asked because: "Why do you feel like you've known each other for more than ten years, growing up as you did, with great secrets and tacit understanding that people who have just known each other for a month don't have."
The file was on the table, and you could see it as soon as you looked down, so Matsuda Jinpei had seen the two past medical histories on the file, and heard Ichijō Mirai and Morofushi Hiromitsu's conversation, and had a vague suspicion, but because of that, he was puzzled, "You're actually that close?"
So close that Morofushi Hiromitsu told Ichijō Mirai something important from his past.
And, "We didn't know,"
Matsuda Jinpei repeated with a wink to Furuya Rei, "Neither of us knew."
Even Furuya Rei, who grew up with Morofushi Hiromitsu, looks a little confused and surprised!
"It's a big deal, but it's not a secret, it's just a story about me choosing to enter the police academy, a story that's already in the past,"
"Mirai-san found out last night," Morofushi Hiromitsu corrected after a moment's thought, "No, it was early this morning."
From the moment Ichijō Mirai inquired, he had already anticipated what was to come, so he naturally said, "There's probably something in the file, I think it's on the back pages, scroll back."
Ichijō Mirai turned back a page.
On the second page of the file was the source of the past medical history: a home invasion and murder case in Nagano Prefecture fifteen years ago.
Matsuda Jinpei quickly saw that the victims of the murder were a married couple with the last name of Morofushi, and that the victims had two sons, one a junior high school student who was not present at the time of the murder, and the other an elementary school student who survived under the cover of the victims.
His expression changed and he immediately went to see Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Furuya Rei read it word for word, "Then when we first met, your inability to speak was due to..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu, on the other hand, was very open and calm, "Uh-huh."
Ichijō Mirai didn't linger on the information for more than a few seconds before continuing.
At the bottom of the file was the cause of the two victims' deaths, the police's speculation about the murderer, the investigation that ended in nothing, and Morofushi Hiromitsu's status after the investigation was over.
Not even 'the murderer called out a girl's name'.
This means that Morofushi Hiromitsu did not inform the Nagano Prefectural Police after he recovered his memory.
It's not hard to understand, because: "The prosecution period for murder in Japan is fifteen years, right?"
Ichijō Mirai pondered, "You didn't find the murderer?"
"Don't worry, you'll find him before the prosecution period ends."
It's still likely to be the last few days, so we'll arrest the murderer at the end of the day.
But this is the 'past', not just a 'game', so he added casually, "If you can't find him before the prosecution period, I'll help you get rid of him."
Raising another eyebrow, "Sure, just kidding."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Instead of laughing at first, he paused for a few seconds before smiling bitterly, "If you hadn't become a member of the police force, you would have been a real pain in the ass for the police to deal with."
"You've always been good-tempered, and your tone just now was very gentle, as if you were speaking casually, but I felt a sense of certainty and shock."
"If I didn't know you better, I'd think you were a criminal who used to kill people."
Very perceptive.
Ichijō Mirai smiled perfunctorily, handed Morofushi Hiromitsu's file back to him, and looked up Date Wataru's file, "Just you, Date-san, may I open it to see your little secret?"
Of the five of them, three of them would be able to complete the 'unknown past' quest directly, and Morofushi Hiromitsu's quest would most likely be to catch the murderer, and as long as the murderer showed up before the end of the prosecution period, Ichijō Mirai would be able to complete it.
Only Date Wataru remains.
"How can this guy be 'always good-tempered'? He's so vindictive," spits Matsuda Jinpei, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, Date-san isn't even here, so who are you asking for permission from?!"
Date Wataru's file had no past medical history, but there was a father in the family section.
The second page of the file is about this father, who, according to Date Wataru, used to be a police officer, but became the person he hated the most when he took him to a convenience store and begged for forgiveness on his hands and knees in disgrace when he encountered a robber.
This incident, of course, appeared in its original form in the file, and the record matched Date Wataru's account by a factor of nine.
Only one difference: his father quietly called the police.