The hand on his neck didn't let go for a minute, but the blood on his shoulder that didn't belong to him was getting bigger and bigger, and Ichijō Mirai couldn't even breathe without feeling the strong smell of blood coming over him.
He didn't struggle, but only sighed, "It's quite an eye-opener to see the righteous Mr. FBI cheat and sneak attack in broad daylight."
Akai Shūichi: "It's nighttime."
So it's not 'broad daylight'.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He kindly reminded, "You're blacking out, breathing heavily, feeling cold from the loss of blood, and can't control your strength, right?"
"It's okay, sleep if you're sleepy, I won't bother you."
Die quickly.
Akai Shūichi said faintly, "If I die, I'll take you with me."
With that, his hand on Ichijō Mirai's neck moved, not with more force, but with a renewed sense of presence.
Ichijō Mirai was overjoyed, "What, really?"
"Strangle me to death!"
Reload the file.
Akai Shūichi: "..."
"Thanks," Ichijō Mirai was sweet, "I'll close my eyes."
He couldn't stand up straight or lie down on the ground, but he put both hands together on his stomach and closed his eyes, pulling on the ritualistic look of a man peacefully awaiting death.
The crooked rearview mirror by the car window caught a glimpse of his face, and he was really closing his eyes peacefully, his eyebrows unfolding, and even smiling politely, as if he were going to sleep, not to die.
Akai Shūichi's eyes fixed on the rearview mirror, he frowned, "You're not afraid to die."
Ichijō Mirai didn't open his eyes, and his smile became a little more pronounced, "Yes, but it doesn't matter, you're afraid of me dying."
"...You know I'm a left-handed person."
Ichijō Mirai was extraordinarily serene, dismissing speculation, "Slander."
Akai Shūichi's tone was sure, "You knew I was going to sneak up on you, but you didn't fight back, and you willfully complied."
Yes, 'willfully'.
"A second slur," Ichijō Mirai dismissed again, "Don't say that with a face that has droopy eyes, I can't control my wandering mind."
Things like 'knit cap', 'long hair', 'thickened lower eyelids', and 'My girlfriend and I are both interested in you, would you be interested in going deeper with each of us?' .
Ichijō Mirai can only sigh.
Sighing at the blonde student who is having fun is getting smarter and smarter, the first time he did a special play, he only covered his face in embarrassment and ran away in a mess, I don't know how much proficiency he has gained over a long period of time, and then he did another play, and he actually learned to disguise someone else.
Ichijō Mirai had never met the man who made such wild claims.
But the gentleman that Ishida Eiko spoke of was a perfect match for Akai Shūichi.
Only one thing was different: his personality.
From what I know of Akai Shūichi so far, Ichijō Mirai doesn't think that this rock-like guy would be able to say something on that scale.
...I don't think so, right?
Wait, this guy seems to be a Japanese.
Ichijō Mirai thought seriously for a few seconds, pretended not to hesitate, and continued to make a judgment: Mr. Liar is Furuya Rei in disguise.
Just wearing a wig, a hat, and a little eye make-up are all common methods of make-up disguise, but the fact that they coincide so precisely with Akai Shūichi means one thing.
They know each other.
And there must have been some bad blood, otherwise Furuya Rei wouldn't have gotten a reputation for smearing.
But how do they know each other?
The answer was simple, Ichijō Mirai sidled his head and said lightly, "If you slander me again, you won't be able to get a single bit of information about the organization."
Information 1: Furuya Rei has a 'bright future' and a 'promising future'.
Information 2: Akai Shūichi is concerned about 'Satan'.
Information 3: Akai Shūichi's ability is outstanding, but he's a bit quiet and seems to be trying to keep his presence down.
Composite: Akai Shūichi is concerned about the organization.
Akai Shūichi: "..."
He was briefly silent for a few seconds, and spoke, "You still owe me a question,"
Before he could say it, Ichijō Mirai interrupted, "It's nighttime, but you haven't closed your eyes enough to dream, have you?"
I can't believe he's trying to get him to answer the question.
"I'm not going to answer."
He inquired carelessly, "What will you do to me if I don't answer?"
"Please begin."
Akai Shūichi: "...What?"
"I probably lost a lot of blood and got a little cold," Ichijō Mirai said seriously, "You ask, I don't answer, OK, let's move on to the next part: how are you going to interrogate me."
"Means, words, or whatever, be quick, use them without reservation, you have ten minutes."
Left-handed, handcuffs, he knew all that, but he didn't know Akai Shūichi's other preparations yet, didn't know what tactics this seemingly dying and defenseless, but in fact just dying guy would have if the sneak attack hadn't succeeded.
Akai Shūichi probably couldn't understand that, a dying person's brain is able to turn pitifully little, Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment, withdrew, and reopened the microphone: "I'm too injured to answer in pain, what are you going to do with me?"
Akai Shūichi, who was even more severely injured, didn't speak at first.
He pondered in silence each of Ichijō Mirai's words, which he could or could not understand, and had the subtle feeling that Ichijō Mirai had been subdued on purpose, not because he was a thrill-seeker or a risk-taker by nature, but because he was steadily trying to get to the bottom of the situation.
But what's the point of feeling him out? It's not like we're going to start all over again.
If he barely broke even this time, Akai Shūichi would have a new trap the next time they faced each other.
Ichijō Mirai's behavior gave him a feeling of...
After half a moment, after his eyes blackened again, Akai Shūichi said, "You have no sense of pain."
'In too much pain to answer' is too much.
Ichijō Mirai: "Wow."
"I'm not going to do anything to you," Akai Shūichi added lightly, "If I couldn't overpower you just now, I'm not going to try to kill you like we have a blood feud, but I'm going to get out of the car and wait for help."
"My purpose was to make it clear to you that I am not 'Inuo', and that I cannot be the dominated one in a cooperative endeavor."
And to make Ichijō Mirai remember him fondly and stand out among the alternatives.
There's no need to say that.
Akai Shūichi knew he had succeeded.
Ichijō Mirai again: "Wow."
"Is that your technique?" He thought for a moment, "My rating is one star."
"Unfortunately, Mr. Akai, you seem to have a deep need for me."
The rearview mirror had been tilted and broken in the crash, and the mirror image of Ichijō Mirai's neck was somewhat shattered, but Akai Shūichi could see that it was already strangled with crimson marks.
Ichijō Mirai, however, acted as if nothing had happened, and even after realizing that Akai Shūichi was looking in the rearview mirror, he put his full level of elevated blood pressure skills to work and gave a bright smile without mincing words.
"Want me to tell you about the organization?"
"Beg me."
Akai Shūichi had never been calmer, and even with the uneven blackness covering his eyes, he could recognize the deliberate provocation in Ichijō Mirai's smile that could send his blood pressure soaring.
He said calmly, "I'm begging you."