Morofushi Hiromitsu would be happy if someone did die, and it wasn't 'Messiah'.
It was somewhat despicable to rejoice in the death of a person, even if that person was a person who had committed a heinous crime, but Morofushi Hiromitsu couldn't help but rejoice in the fact that a person had survived, because the Ichijō Mirai that Amuro Tōru had encountered was a 'Messiah'.
Not another stranger with the exact same face as Ichijō Mirai.
However, in Ichijō Mirai's mind, it might not be so.
Morofushi Hiromitsu shifted his gaze upwards to the drink on the table.
He ordered a glass of whiskey, and the glass was shaped like a water glass, the ice ball had melted almost completely due to time, and was less than the size of a fingernail cap, and was floating slowly in the yellowish liquid, and Morofushi Hiromitsu's face was vaguely reflected in the glass, which was stained with a rich yellow color, but it wasn't clear.
For the twins, the death of one of them... is it really death?
The living can see the dead at any time if they want to, and they can be reunited with the dead by making the same face as the dead, and if they play the role carefully, anyone who has seen the dead will mistake it for the dead.
And Ichijō Mirai is now...
It's 'Satan'.
Most of the members of the organization looked at him the way they looked at 'Satan'.
The stranger was dead, but it was as if he had been resurrected in Ichijō Mirai's body.
And Ichijō Mirai, who was disguised as the stranger, how much of the disguise was due to various compulsions, such as the situation, such as the police, and how much of it was due to his own willingness to do so?
Morofushi Hiromitsu shifted his gaze from the glass and lowered it a bit, his eyes fell on his cell phone as he organized his thoughts and pondered.
The 'Satan is dead' thing, various forces have been speculating for a long time, because Satan only did three ten evil crimes, and then disappeared as if evaporated, one year, two years, perhaps because of the crime passed some test, is busy, but four years, five years, six years, seven years, still no information, obviously some of the darkness and the light of the heart is fast.
Many forces have happily added an additional [suspected death] judgment to the file.
Not long ago, 'Satan is a member of the Organization' was sent back to the Japanese Police by Amuro Tōru, and the police learned that he was not dead.
But before that, Morofushi Hiromitsu already knew this information, because: [What strange things did Gin say to you?]
Amuro Tōru sent several messages, some of which were puzzling about Morofushi Hiromitsu just saying 'happy', and some of which were acutely aware of what was going on: [Do you think Gin said something strange to me when I ran into him?]
And strange things... they were.
[He said strange things to you, too?]
That's right.
That's how Morofushi Hiromitsu figured out that 'Satan' was dead.
Codename members of the organization don't meet often, only once in a while, and Morofushi Hiromitsu and Gin only met once or twice.
On those occasions, Gin's cold, dismissive, and unspoken words had given Morofushi Hiromitsu the vague impression that Gin thought of 'Satan' and 'Messiah' as one and the same person.
Didn't he know that Ichijō Mirai had a blood relative?
Or did he, but in his mind, that blood relative no longer exists, and from now on, both 'Satan' and 'Messiah' are Ichijō Mirai?
Before Amuro Tōru sent the message, Morofushi Hiromitsu was not sure, but had a bad feeling, and didn't want to speculate that 'Messiah died in the fire, so for some reason, Satan will use the title of Messiah'.
It wasn't until Amuro Tōru sent him a message that the vague sense of foreboding in his heart completely dissipated.
His cell phone vibrated, and Amuro Tōru replied, [Gin said something strange, he said-]
Amuro Tōru recalled meeting Gin near the dessert store, and the words that Gin said, biting on his cigarette, as if he was giving a disdainful glance, somewhat pitying and condescending:
'What a poor guy, he looks like he was abandoned by his master, and he's chasing after his master's dog's tail'.
What a confusing description!
That's no way to mock an intelligence officer, is it?
On top of that, after Gin had said that, he looked satisfied that he had hit Amuro Tōru's fatal pain point, leaving Amuro Tōru extremely confused and struggling to maintain Bourbon's ice-cold demeanor as if he wasn't puzzled by such trash-talking that had zero offensive power.
He thought that Gin might have misunderstood something.
But he didn't know whose 'dog's tail' he'd mistaken him for.
...It couldn't be Ichijō Mirai, the guy he wanted to kill with his own hands every day!
Amuro Tōru could have agreed with Gin's misunderstanding if he had taken out a few of the suffocatingly negative aspects of Ichijō Mirai's character, such as provocation, yawns, punching, and raising the high blood pressure of his companions and foes.
And Ichijō Mirai is not a member of the organization.
Then it's probably Belmode.
Amuro Tōru and Belmode are on good terms, and Belmode is a woman who can easily stir up bloodshed in any capacity.
And she has a dog with a smile on her face...
Not a real dog, but a human who gazes at her with fascination, like a knight.
But what's the relationship between Gin and Belmode?
Why did Gin look like he hated the dog's tail when he was taunting her? It's as if he has a hard-on for Belmode's followers, a look of impotent rage that he has unspeakable thoughts about her, but can't love her, so he can only mock the one who has been given pity in a conspiratorial manner.
But they rarely saw each other.
Amuro Tōru was puzzled by this until Morofushi Hiromitsu inquired as if he already knew, and this puzzlement reached its peak.
And the confusion peaked when he received a text message in reply: "You may have already guessed.
[Yes, just as you thought.]
...Huh?
Gin really has something against Belmode?
[Do you remember Moroboshi Dai?]
...Huh?
What's that got to do with that FBI guy? Does he also have unspeakable thoughts about Belmode?
That's impossible.
Amuro Tōru realized with a sigh of relief that he had misunderstood, and couldn't wait to read the new information.
[He knows something we don't, and gave me something,]
Morofushi Hiromitsu slowly edited the text message, raising his eyes once more and fixing them on the Scotch Whiskey contraption on the table.
The ice ball the size of a fingernail had completely melted into the liquor.
But the liquid wasn't clean and yellow, there was a foreign object floating quietly.
It was a bullet.
Morofushi Hiromitsu gripped his glass, tilted his head back and drank half of the Scotch Whiskey, bit down on the bullet, and held it in the palm of his hand.
The bullet looked ordinary, about the length of a finger, and was a somewhat bright coppery-yellow color, the most common of pistol bullets, which, when mixed with pistol bullets, would disappear without a trace, and the only way to find it was to look for slightly brighter traces of maintenance.
But Morofushi Hiromitsu held it for a long time, thinking of himself on the rooftop when the FBI investigator had pulled it out and was so shocked.
He smiled, put away the bullet that symbolized the agreement, and replied to the message.
[Told me about a location.]
[A location with traces of 'Messiah' and 'Satan'.]