Mihana Bank is huge.
Most of the area on the first floor is the banking hall, countless ordinary customers come and go, while the second floor, is for some special guests to provide the processing area, from the back door up the stairwell, and then walk through a corridor, you can see a surveillance room, elevator and rest area.
Surveillance room is able to monitor the entire bank, the elevator can go to the stairs can not be reached on the negative floor, the lounge area sporadically seated three or five or with a computer office, or take a drink to rest for the time being, regardless of men and women, all uniform suits, only or suit suit suit, or suit skirt, or leather shoes or high heels only.
The door to the stairwell was open, and as he was about to reach the top, Ichijō Mirai stopped, reaching out to stop Furuya Rei in the process.
Neither of them spoke.
In the corridor outside the stairwell, a line of three security guards walked by, wearing uniforms similar to those of police officers, their clothes and boots looking clean and tidy, as if they had just been worn, and the sound of their boots was clear as they walked.
Ichijō Mirai waited until the footsteps turned the corner, knocked on the door of the surveillance room, and casually greeted the staff in the room before moving.
He stepped upward without making any footsteps while holding down his headset, "The first patrol has departed."
Furuya Rei takes the same step, noiselessly, to the stairwell doorway, where he presses himself against the side of the door and looks out subtly, in a position where he can look out but the outside can't notice him.
When Ichijō Mirai had finished briefing the others, he looked over and whispered, "What should we do?"
"They're all wearing suits, we can't get in."
Their current attire was casual, Ichijō Mirai was wearing a black hoodie, he glanced over at them with a somewhat casual sniff, "It's nothing, not everyone wears suits, some rich people wear casual clothes, usually there are people who wear high fashion and branded casual clothes,"
"two days ago there were many more, but not today, the people who showed up were in regular suits, guess why, Furuya-san?"
With that, he took a look at Furuya Rei and complimented, "You're so skillful at snooping around."
It's like a stray cat peeking over the garbage can lid, quietly peeking out with one eye to spy on humans.
Furuya Rei ignored these words, which I could tell were definitely flirtatious without having to listen carefully, just based on the speaker's identity, and thought carefully, "...they know about the bank robbery."
So they took care of all the business that needed to be taken care of a few days in advance, and those that were left until now were either not known to the boss of the company who didn't remind them, or they were not so important that the employees who came to take care of them didn't know that they might be out of luck.
"Does this count?"
Furuya Rei hesitated and looked at Ichijō Mirai, not saying it out loud, but only conveying it with his eyes: 'leaking information'?
"Counts," Ichijō Mirai said, not really caring, "but they don't do it on purpose."
"It's just habit."
Not 'here's a police drill secret, hey, I'm going to leak it', but a habit of facilitating their clients.
The police know all about it.
But they don't think anything of it, it's just a convenience for the rich, to give out information, it's good for you, good for me, good for everyone.
Ichijō Mirai said casually, "It's not intentional when someone provides secrets to the blacks, it's just 'I didn't realize the consequences', 'too much money', and 'getting used to it'."
"They're done docking. Stand by."
The door to the surveillance room closed again.
There had been two surveillance officers, but now one stepped out and was included in the patrol, and one stepped out of the patrol and into the surveillance room.
From the stairwell, it was impossible to see around the corner to the door of the surveillance room, or to see a clear view of the handover, but only a receptionist at the end of the corridor.
All that could be seen was a receptionist's desk at the end of the corridor, but Ichijō Mirai could tell by the sound of footsteps.
He waited quietly for a few seconds, waited for the camera at the end of the corridor to slowly veer in the other direction instead of pointing in the direction of the stairwell, winked at Furuya Rei, put the gun he'd been holding in his hand in his holster, straightened the hem of his hoodie to cover it, and walked straight out the door.
Furuya Rei was right behind him.
But their targets were different.
Ichijō Mirai's target was the front desk, and he walked right up to it, casually tossing out the question, "Is Supervisor Miyamoto not here?"
The receptionist was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously answered, "The supervisor is here, may I ask you...?"
"Tsk," Ichijō Mirai frowned impatiently, "I see, then why did he keep calling me a few days ago to ask me to do my business as soon as possible, saying that the next few days would not be too convenient, I thought he was going on vacation and was afraid that I would have to do my business."
The staff extracted the information: this is a rich customer who made the supervisor implicitly reveal the bank robbery drill a few days ago, but he didn't do the business a few days ago, but is slowing down to do it now.
This...
After hesitating for a moment, the staff watched Ichijō Mirai's expression, and made sure that he didn't have the slightest bit of weakness on his face, but rather an extraordinarily blatant impatience, and frowned, glaring back at him, "Speak up?"
This is a rich man with a temper.
The character of rich people are all strange, often have some cute fetishes, either in front of the face of the smiling good old man, behind the back of the randomly kicked people into the hell of the smiley tiger fetish, or have to be loud to attract everyone's attention, to get everyone's respect of the fetish.
Staff a little thought will understand: in the first few days were urged not to handle, because of the reverse, 'the bank is something, has always been begging us to do business, how to still rush? So, even if you intend to do it, you don't do it because you're being pushed, and you wait until you've been told in advance that you might not be available to do it.
Those who don't read the hints or hear the truth from other sources that 'the last few days have been busy and it's not convenient for them to do business' are mostly the new rich customers.
In short: a rich man who is lucky to be rich.
Considering Ichijō Mirai's age, the bank staff cautiously amended it to say: a second-generation rich turkey.
The bank employee was inexperienced in dealing with hayseeds, but he was quite experienced in dealing with rich hayseeds, and almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he smiled, "Excuse me, excuse me, our supervisor's here."
"Sir, may I ask your name, I help you to pour a cup of tea, to call the supervisor?"
"Do you drink tea, coffee, or hot or cold drinks?"
Because he was receiving some difficult customers, he didn't pay much attention to other places and didn't notice someone coming from the corridor and knocking on the door of the surveillance room.
Before the security camera could turn back to the door, Furuya Rei lowered his voice and slurred, "I forgot something."
The first moment the door to the surveillance room opens, he squeezes through the crack and closes the door.
Ten seconds later, the door to the surveillance room reopened.
Furuya Rei probed, "What's going on?"
"Did the staff member go to the supervisor?"
Ichijō Mirai emerged from underneath the receptionist's desk, carrying a set of freshly stripped receptionist's clothes, and was pressing his headset.
"Infiltration successful, unnoticed, no need to guard the intersection, Kenji, come on up."