Found out what?
Ichijō Mirai thought hard for a few seconds and said in a casual tone, "Found out that you peeked at my files?"
When Matsuda Jinpei searched for Date Wataru but couldn't find him and went back to settle the score, Furuya Rei looked down from the upper floors at the entrance to the file room, which meant that he was still in the file room ten minutes later.
What else could he be doing? He must be sneaking a look at the files.
However, Furuya Rei's attitude didn't change, and was similar to Matsuda Jinpei's, which meant that Morofushi Hiromitsu hadn't told him that he hadn't seen Ichijō Mirai's file.
"That's too much," Ichijō Mirai casually denounced, "to sneak a peek at my file while I'm not around, how rude of you to be like me,"
He gestured to the small child who was crying harder, but clutching the hem of her shirt tighter, "You'll be punished for taking her to the police," he added, "and you'll be punished for taking her to the police."
Not forgetting to add, "Thank you."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu was silent for a few difficult seconds before he shook his head helplessly, walked over to the small child, half crouched down, and whispered in a soothing voice, "Hello, you can hear voices, can't you?"
The child's crying stopped for a few beats, and looked over with teary eyes.
It's hard to see with tears in your eyes, so Morofushi Hiromitsu wiped them away while she was looking over, and started signing, "Have you been separated from your parents? I'll take you to your mom and dad, okay?"
The child immediately took a few steps backward, shrinking behind Ichijō Mirai.
"Oh, she watched the news we made earlier and believed the nonsense on TV and thought the police were great," Ichijō Mirai patched Morofushi Hiromitsu on the back, "and clung to me because I was wearing a police uniform," he encouraged, "and I'll take you to Mommy and Daddy."
He encourages, "You lie to her and tell her you're taking her to the police, see if you can fool her."
The child probed, letting out a somewhat short, sobbing, nonsensical syllable, "Ah!"
"Perhaps," Morofushi Hiromitsu said with difficulty, "not too well,"
"She understands."
What kind of person discusses a trick directly in front of his face!
With one hand still clutching Ichijō Mirai, and the other free, the child made a few grudging gestures, which Morofushi Hiromitsu recognized for a moment as something along the lines of: Ichijō Mirai bullies children, Ichijō Mirai is bad.
But Morofushi Hiromitsu wasn't wearing a police uniform, so Morofushi Hiromitsu was even worse.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Ichijō Mirai made me cry, and even held onto him because he was wearing a police cadet's uniform, willing to trust him.
Since Ichijō Mirai's face wasn't published in the news, this trust was entirely in the uniform, but the trust of Tokyo residents in the police is not something that has always been...
But hasn't Tokyo's trust in the police always been so great that the news has begun to increase the public's trust in the police?
"Did you call the police?" Morofushi Hiromitsu mused, standing up, "I'm afraid you'll have to wait with me."
He looked around the empty street, where every door was closed, "The gunshots were intense, someone should have called the police, and a police car will probably come by later."
If you're coming this way, just stop the car.
If not, go back to the convenience store and hand the kid over to the police.
There's just one problem: "The police academy is nearby."
Morofushi Hiromitsu looks in the direction of the police academy, "You can hear the gunshots, right?"
The academy will respond.
It's likely that they're already gathering the cadets at roll call, so they'll...
"Don't worry," Ichijō Mirai encouraged, "it's just a matter of violating the rules. You'll get used to it."
He glanced down at the child, and lazily led the way toward the convenience store, "Let's just walk straight back, if we wait here, even if we call the police on the spot, they won't come for ten minutes, so we might as well just drop them off at the convenience store," he added.
He also declared in advance: "The media may come, I won't go there."
I'm not going over there." "They'll take pictures of the past, and if they're in the news, it'll have an impact on the Undercover Program.
If the police were as smart as Gin, thinking ahead and saying 'I don't want this Buddha, I don't want this Buddha', they might already be discussing how to get Ichijō Mirai out of Tokyo, out of the Neon police, and into trouble with other people.
Even if Ichijō Mirai was photographed, the police would have suppressed it.
But, "Some of the more famous police, the ones that are often covered by the media, the ones that the public knows well, have a smoother path to promotion."
Ichijō Mirai kindly advises Morofushi Hiromitsu, "If the press comes, you can try to get in front of the camera more often,"
"Furuya-san and the others could do the same."
"It's good for promotion."
He added, without changing his expression, that he could also help verify one thing.
If Ichijō Mirai was photographed, but the news was suppressed and the photo wasn't released, that means the police were already thinking fast about how to send God.
Similarly, if Ichijō Mirai was not photographed, but Morofushi Hiromitsu and the others were photographed, and the news was suppressed and no photos were released, the police were already thinking about how to pack up and invite them away.
Ichijō Mirai was relieved: the success of his friend was even more disturbing.
Morofushi Hiromitsu, unaware of Ichijō Mirai's thoughts, said, "Like you, I don't really want to be the police that the public cares about."
Being a good cop, yes.
Becoming a police force in the public eye, no.
The latter means that the death of Morofushi Hiromitsu's parents will probably be widely publicized, and there will be countless people talking, sighing, pitying, and casting sympathetic glances at him.
Whether it was out of good intentions or a little bit of malice, sympathy and pity were something that Morofushi Hiromitsu, who had already gained too much, didn't really need.
It was something that could be understood by those who shared the same experience.
Without saying too much, he added, "I tried to find your mother's file,"
"All the files around were dusty, but that one was clean and easy to find."
"In the file..."
It doesn't say that Ichijō Mirai is one of the twins.
Morofushi Hiromitsu pretended he didn't know, but said slowly, "One thing I find strange is that your mother seems to be hiding from someone,"
"Is she hiding from an old enemy?"
What kind of black power could make a good police officer and a hospital shut up and erase the 'twins' without a word?
And what was the reason for stealing the child?
Is it a family matter because the gang is related to Officer Ichijō?
Ichijō Mirai didn't change his face. "Yes, I was hiding from an enemy."
There's no hiding it. 'Officer Ichijō's' behavior is too obvious, and there's no need to hide it.
He didn't have any feelings about 'parents' or 'past events', and added in a casual tone, "The evidence from the hospital case that I asked you to help me pass on to Seicho Matsumoto was related to that group of people."
That was something Morofushi Hiromitsu could surmise, but it was nothing to say that he wasn't sure.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was stunned, "Hospital?"
Then he paled, "They're actually studying people in private..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu was interrupted by the sound of running.
It was Matsuda Jinpei.
He was running as if he was in a 100 meter sprint, and when he saw Ichijō Mirai, he froze for a few moments as if he hadn't been expecting it, and almost stumbled and fell.
After stabilizing himself, as if he had swallowed something, he deliberately looked at Morofushi Hiromitsu and the child, a little anxious, and wore an expression like he wanted to say something, but couldn't because there were people around, so he had to change the subject.
He looked at the child who was walking along with Ichijō Mirai, clutching the hem of his coat, and blurted out, "Why do you have time to bully children?"