Telepathy is a bit of a stretch.
But Akai Tsutomu is Akai Shūichi's father, and it's plausible that he had a premonition that his father was still alive.
They are related by blood.
...Then why did 'Messiah' psychically sense that 'Satan' was still alive?
Akai Shūichi paused.
Ichijō Mirai didn't pause, but as if his telepathic sense of 'Satan' being alive was so natural that he didn't need to think about it, he immediately asked the next question, "What's the case related to your family, related to the organization, and what's the case that has made the deepest impression on you?"
He smiled provocatively.
There was a slightly imperceptible nastiness to the question.
Ichijō Mirai poked at it as soon as he realized his weakness, asking questions like 'Did your father die' and 'How can you prove that your father didn't die'.
These two questions are stepping on the wound, stabbing at the soft spot, but because 'Satan is dead', there is some retaliation, and it's kind of a counter-attack to the displeasure of being cursed with the death of someone you care about.
The third question, however, was when he turned the tip of the dagger and gently picked up the edge of the scar, and asked Akai Shūichi to describe the condition of his wound with a smile on his face.
Akai Shūichi's pause continued for a few more seconds.
He had lost so much blood that he couldn't suppress the blackness at the top of his vision any longer, and instead his entire field of vision was flickering with colorful dots, like an electronic screen on the verge of breaking down.
Even Ichijō Mirai's provocative smile in the rearview mirror was splashed with colorful dots, making it look even more provocative.
Akai Shūichi pondered, not answering.
When Ichijō Mirai impatiently pushed back the question, 'Is he dead?', he said, "Haneda Kōji case."
"My father was investigating this case and found traces of the organization."
He changed his tactics from a hastily prepared question to an improvised one, "How much older or younger than you is 'Satan'?"
Ichijō Mirai sensed the precariousness of his bloodstain, which looked like it was about to die, as well as a slight anomaly in the black mist coming out of the car, which seemed to be about to explode.
He picked up the pace of his speech, letting the heart-for-honor pick up the pace, allowing for more questions to be asked of each other, "Same age."
"What did you find out in the Haneda Kōji case?"
"PTON," Says Akai Shūichi, telling the truth, "It's a code word left behind by a broken mirror at the crime scene."
"Your birthdays, by day, does 'Satan' come first, or you?"
...What kind of question is that?
Why are you asking for personal information instead of the important stuff?
It wasn't 'Satan' who killed Akai Tsutomu!
...I don't think so, right?
Ichijō Mirai was a bit confused about who he had killed, and urgently recalled when Akai Tsutomu had disappeared: twelve years ago.
That's definitely not it.
With a sigh of relief, he replied, "The same day."
Then there was a subtle pause.
'The same age', 'the same day', if not a lie, were a little too obvious: it was the same person.
But Akai Shūichi didn't object, "Uh-huh."
He let go of Ichijō Mirai completely, half leaned against the steering wheel, and pushed the door with his hand, "The car's going to explode, so go away."
This is to let Ichijō Mirai go first, he intends to get out of the danger zone alone and wait for the FBI to rescue him.
Ichijō Mirai, who was pressing on the car door, didn't move, "?"
"Ah, yes, the car is about to explode," He said, a little confused, "and you still want to leave?"
and politely commented, "Dream on."
"I can't believe you're still trying to leave with the handcuffs on, so why don't you just accompany me for a few more questions and then die together in the explosion."
Akai Shūichi gave Ichijō Mirai a look.
Without taking the key, he touched Ichijō Mirai's cuffed right hand with his cuffed left hand.
After a few seconds, the handcuffs on Ichijō Mirai's right hand released with a slight 'click'.
Akai Shūichi put it succinctly, "It's open."
Without waiting for him to say anything else, Ichijō Mirai pressed the handcuffs back down without changing his expression, and after a 'click', the handcuffs were cuffed again, "Oh, they're cuffed."
Akai Shūichi: "..."
"Do you mind that it's bad luck to die handcuffed to a criminal?" Ichijō Mirai asked thoughtfully, "I also think it's bad luck to die handcuffed to the FBI,"
"Don't worry, I'll be quick to unlock the handcuffs in the event of an explosion."
Instead of pressing his back against the door to prevent Akai Shūichi from escaping, he turned around, faced the car head-on, pressed his legs against the door, and smiled politely at Mr. FBI, who was actually thinking about the end of it, "Since you're not going to ask any more questions, I'm going to ask: Are you afraid of waiting for death to come to you?"
Akai Shūichi, propped up on the steering wheel, gazed at Ichijō Mirai, and replied, "You just lied to me about 'Satan'."
I'm sure I've found it.
Ichijō Mirai raised an eyebrow, "How did I lie to you?"
And thanked her meaningfully, "So what if I lied to you, you're dying anyway, you can't protest for yourself, thanks for telling me the truth."
Akai Shūichi, as if unprovoked, didn't correct that it wasn't him who was going to die, it was them, but said, "'Satan' is dead."
Just now, Ichijō Mirai had denied that 'Satan' had died.
But if 'Satan' hadn't died, why would 'Messiah' be hovering on the brink of death, recklessly enjoying the feeling of death slowly approaching, acting as if he would die with an evenly matched opponent if he couldn't find the person he wanted to find?
Ichijō Mirai: "Not dead."
"Players are asked to speak positively and kindly, and not to repeatedly abuse or curse others."
He red-tagged a warning, his left hand suddenly reached into the car, his hand crossed over Akai Shūichi and got an object that was thrown in the corner of the passenger seat, "Huh, you brought a gun."
It was a gun.
A gun with six bullets in the magazine, with the safety on so that it couldn't be fired directly.
Ichijō Mirai: "Wow."
What's with all the hiding, man!
He reaches out again, checks Akai Shūichi's pockets, and pulls out his FBI ID from the inside pocket of his jacket.
On the outside of the ID was an FBI logo, and on the inside was Akai Shūichi's personal information and photo.
Akai Shūichi did not resist.
Ichijō Mirai spun the ID and thought hard, "As someone who's been cursed three times in a row, can I make a harmless joke, like,"
He held up his credentials to Akai Shūichi, his tone light, "FBI, open up?"
It was harmless, a joke.
Akai Shūichi was silent.
"...Don't you want to avenge 'Satan'?" He said, "Or did you think the enemy was too powerful for you to avenge, and simply gave up,"
"To die with a seemingly evenly matched enemy is barely a 'I'm not dying after my blood relatives, I just met a bad enemy and had to die', a barely justifiable reason to let yourself be irrational?"
He saw Ichijō Mirai glance over and suddenly touched the handcuffs.
He saw Ichijō Mirai's furrowed brow, and heard his voice, no longer smiling with ease, but rather a bit cold, "Remember to clean out your brain, and don't bring contaminated information to the other 'Akai Shūichi' whose brain is still in good shape, Mr. FBI."
There was a crisp, musical sound, with a certain unsettling quality to it: "Click."
It was the sound of handcuffs coming off.
And a loud boom that seemed to explode in the ears.
Flames quickly swept over both cars.