There were few clues, and nothing that interested Ichijō Mirai.
Except for the occasional, intuitive location of the height line and the bedroom graffiti, everything else was unfamiliar.
Ichijō Mirai didn't stay long, he circled the empty Ichijō house, stood briefly, and pushed his way out again.
When he unlocked the door, he hung the key on the knob.
The yard was still overgrown with weeds that Ichijō Mirai had stepped on when he went in, but now they were all standing up again, and it was as if the way he had come in had never existed at all, leaving no traces of it behind, and it was necessary to step on the lush weeds again before he could get out of the yard.
Onidzuka Hachizo was still waiting in the car.
He turned on the car's lights, left the windows half-open, and smoked a cigarette in the quiet darkness, occasionally glancing sideways to look around him as if he were on guard for something.
Hear the voice, he was a little surprised to hear the sound of the head, hastily put out the cigarette, shaking the collar, trying to shake the smell of smoke, "Out?"
Then he realized, "Yes, there's nothing left. It's just a house. I can't even sit in it."
Ichijō Mirai opens the passenger door and gets in, "Uh-huh."
Onidzuka Hachizo pulled out a brand new bottle of perfume that had obviously just been opened, sprayed it on his body, and opened the window a little wider, a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect you to come out so soon, I was going to smoke a cigarette and put it out to dissipate the smell, so that it would be gone by the time you came out."
I didn't realize that Ichijō Mirai hadn't even stayed long enough to have a cigarette, but at most he came out after circling the room a few times.
He put down the perfume and handed out a folder, "Real estate license and such."
"You didn't ask the police for these when you moved the furniture, Administrator Matsumoto helped you with the closing and asked for them."
"This house should have belonged to you, it's just that it's more than ten years late in the legal process."
Huh? When you were moving furniture'? You moved the furniture'?
Onidzuka Hachizo's lemon-scented perfume smelled a little less like perfume and more like air freshener, mixed with the smell of cigarettes in a complicated way.
Ichijō Mirai wasn't too picky or intolerant of the smell of cigarette smoke; he'd smelled all sorts of odors and didn't care much for it, so he didn't even furrow his brow as he inquired, "I'm moving the furniture?"
"Huh?" Onidzuka Hachizo was puzzled, "Didn't you move the furniture?"
"Weren't you," He equivocated, "missing?"
"The police investigated the case for about a month or two, but did not find out the reason, can only be judged to be black people's retaliation, plus at that time there are a number of other cases, it is somewhat unsettled."
"A few years later, when there was some free time, some police officers who had the case in mind went to the crime scene again."
Onidzuka Hachizo rephrased, "Went to your house again, but found that almost all the furniture and stuff was gone, it was all empty."
"We thought you had moved out, didn't we?"
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
Oh, no wonder it's like the locusts...
He didn't admit it, he didn't deny it, he was ambiguous, "I thought you'd think there was a burglar or something because it was moved so cleanly."
Onidzuka Hachizo laughed, "A thief wouldn't have moved it so cleanly, it's all used stuff, even if it's sold, it's just second-hand furniture, and to go through the trouble of moving it in front of the police's eyes is only because they don't see it as second-hand furniture, it's just precious memories," he said, not denying it, his attitude was ambiguous.
As he said that, he reacted by stopping abruptly, carefully watching Ichijō Mirai's face for a few moments, and quickly slurring the sentence away, pretending to ignore the fact that it was happening.
"By the way, you," He said, still watching Ichijō Mirai's expression, "I heard about the convenience store, were you thinking,"
Hesitating again and again, Onidzuka Hachizo tried to pick more positive words, "Expand the influence of the police?"
"Are you trying to enter the police force as the leader of this class of cadets?"
He was sure, "With your ability, once you're in the police force, you'll be even better than Officer Ichijō," he said.
And as if joking, "Even us instructors, who were giving you a hard time, call you 'Sun' behind your back, and during the special training program, almost all the police officers involved in the operation know you as 'Sun-like Savior'."
"Called 'Kujō Mirai', they might not recognize it, but 'Sun', 'Savior' or 'Messiah', they're bound to think of you right away,"
"You're so... how did you come up with 'Messiah'? It suits you."
"I heard that during the statement, many of the people who assisted you kept praising you, saying that you were so nice and that you volunteered to help because you couldn't stand it anymore, making many police officers proud and ashamed."
Proud, of course, of Ichijō Mirai, a police cadet, a police reservist, who was proud to be praised by the public.
Shame, of course, because at the time, Ichijō Mirai was an enemy of the police and was in the middle of an outrageous 'Disguised Criminal' training program that the general public couldn't stand to watch.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He pondered for a few seconds, "You think that title suits me too? It's probably because I was born with the name 'Messiah' in mind."
Answering Onidzuka Hachizo's initial question, "I don't mean to draw attention to myself, but I can't help it."
It can't be helped. It's only natural that a player's location would attract attention, since it's the place where everyone is watching.
Besides, "It's not much of an attention grabber, is it?"
Ichijō Mirai said carelessly, "My appearance hasn't been leaked, and neither has Hiromitsu-san's or theirs."
At that point, Onidzuka Hachizo frowned, "When I talked to the police department today, they said that you're still young, and that releasing your faces would probably lead to intentional retaliation."
Like Officer Ichijō.
Other statements were fine, but with this kind of statement, Onidzuka Hachizo was speechless.
He paused, embarrassed, "I thought you were trying to build up your reputation and coerce the police into solving the case."
Onidzuka Hachizo, who was obviously a member of the police force, said 'coercing the police', but instead of negative emotions, he was quite agreeable, and the difficulty wasn't because Ichijō Mirai seemed to be coercing the police, it was because, "Because of too many people paying attention to it, and because of the large number of media outlets that have been staking out the vicinity of the police academy, the training has been disrupted,"
"After a meeting with the police, it was decided that the media would be allowed to film what they wanted to film before they were persuaded to disperse."
What do they want to film?
They want to film the cadets, the Sun.
But: "Don't reveal your faces yet,"
Onidzuka Hachizo lets slip, "For this convenience store, aren't the robbers training for a bank robbery?"
"As it happens, the police side is planning to hold a joint operation to conduct a bank robbery drill based on the assumption that 'the police officers didn't get rid of the robbers in time'."
"Police cadets are criminals."
The bank robbers' faces were mostly obscured, so the media could film the whole thing to their heart's content, and the public could watch it to their heart's content.
Ichijō Mirai thought, and thought, "Wait a minute."
"You want to hire me for free?"
"No, you have to pay."