Jodie didn't reply for a long time.
It wasn't until ten minutes later that a message came back: [Okay...]
She didn't comment on the phrase 'feeling the kindness of lord Savior'.
Ichijō Mirai guessed that she must have taken a long time to reply because she was discussing with her coworkers how to reply, rather than being silenced.
Similarly, the reason for not commenting or echoing, but only sending a short reply, was because she was too short of words to organize her own agreement with the statement 'Messiah is kind', and could only regretfully express her agreement.
He turned his phone around and sighed regretfully, "I hope that Miss Jodie, after this incident, can deeply realize that her literary training is not sufficient, and take advantage of the contact with the school to learn more words that magnificently praise Messiah."
And carelessly knocked the watch, the system of dissent knocked back, once again said: "I wonder when they can find out my 'true colors', so look forward to it."
It's a bit eccentric.
As he spoke, Ichijō Mirai was tossing and catching his cell phone, so it kept shaking and spinning in the air, along with the system on his wrist.
The system had the illusion that its non-existent brain was being shaken like a tofu brain, and it held back, and held back, and held back, and spoke out when Ichijō Mirai was clearly in a good mood, [True face?]
Ichijō Mirai stops shaking the bean curd.
He glances at his wrist and realizes, "Sorry, I forgot about you."
The apology was poorly thought out, and even more poorly thought out because there was only a few seconds' pause before he resumed tossing the cell phone, only this time with a smaller, slower motion, "It's just the police cadet..."
"I've used the title 'Messiah' since [Organization Newcomer], and I still use it in [Police Academy Newcomer], and I still use it in [FBI Newcomer]," He said.
"All they have to do is follow the trail, and they'll find surprises."
And there are surprises for every side.
The surprise that the organization can get is: Ding ding ding! Please look at the kind, merciful, great and generous Messiah who generously sends criminals to heaven!
The surprise the police got was: Wow! Your kind-hearted and highly moral leader turned out to be a convict. Are you surprised? Isn't it unexpected?
The surprises the FBI can get are much richer, like biting into a dessert with multiple layers of fillings.
The first layer of surprise filling is: Ding ding ding, look, your son has reached his rebellious stage! He actually planted someone in the FBI! Does he look like the brat who thought he was grown up and secretly listened to his parents discussing the family savings? Are you happy!
The second layer of surprise filling is: Ding ding ding! That's right, the useless son is still as useless as ever, and the hand stuffed in is a black thing, which is poisonous. How about it, are you enjoying it?
Ichijō Mirai will be happy.
So much so that I can't help but sit back in my chair and laugh just thinking about Akai Shūichi's and Jodie's faces when they bit into the first and second layers of filling respectively.
"I imagine," He tried to suppress his laughter, but couldn't because he was laughing at the FBI, "that the two still young Mr. and Ms. FBI would have had some complicated thoughts when they learned of the first layer,"
"They would naively think of 'police officers becoming criminals', 'righteous people falling into the mire of injustice', 'high and mighty heroes becoming traitors who are scorned by millions', 'sweet and lovely wives falling into...'"
Ichijō Mirai paused.
Reflecting on himself, he said, "This is New York, not Japan, so please don't let this Mr. Savior be led astray by
And then, as if nothing had happened, he continued, "That's pretty much it,"
and added the qualification, "Assuming these two young FBI men or women still have some semblance of justice and perseverance in their hearts."
"It can't be helped," Ichijō Mirai shook his head, "Birds fall from the heights, white people get stained, well-dressed people give birth to beasts, it's all things that mankind loves to watch and laments from on high,"
His smile flattened, expressionless, and he said faintly, "That's the worst of mankind."
Without so much as three seconds of seriousness, Ichijō Mirai dispensed with the pretense and smiled again, "Like me, for example."
"I like to pull the hate value of the high and mighty, and then pretend not to understand why the other side so angry, but also pretend not to understand but tolerance, perfunctory appeasement of a few sentences, so that he is more angry, but can't say anything, can only be repeated again and again to tolerate, tolerate for a while the more you think of the more angry, back off the more you think of the more disadvantage."
After all, no one and crazy people, only from their own body to find the reason, think it is their own bad luck, and the player, in the NPC's point of view are obviously a little different from the norm.
There are many victims of this.
Gin, for example.
System: [...]
On the one hand, it's a bit shocking: he admits it!
He admits that he was deliberately provocative! He admits that he puts his provocation skills wherever he goes, and that any dog that passes by is going to get a provocation!
On the one hand, it is not quite agreeable: actually... okay?
It's just pissing people off, it's not like it's a 'bad human nature' thing, is it?
Ichijō Mirai wasn't just a provocation.
During the 'Ichijō Mirai' period, the System was often the victim, often playing with high blood pressure and mindset, often getting so angry that it blacked out.
But when he wasn't blacking out, when Ichijō Mirai wasn't intentionally angry, he was quite nice...
Most people don't just hate him, they love him, hate him, and feel helpless. It's complicated, so complicated that 99% of the victims wouldn't do anything if they had the chance to kill Ichijō Mirai, and some of them would even reach out to pull Ichijō Mirai back to his feet.
That's why those provocations are so effective.
That's what he thinks, that's what he says.
Ichijō Mirai's careless tossing of the cell phone stops, pauses for a few seconds, then a few seconds more, before sincerely expressing his admiration, "Thank you."
"Thank you for encouraging me and letting me know that I'm not the most brazen one."
It's amazing how you can praise him so rightfully, isn't it!
I don't think he's very smart.
Can you get infected if you play with it?
It was a worrying thing, and Ichijō Mirai was even more worried when he remembered that he had already played with this guy, and that he might have gotten infected.
He worriedly put away his cell phone and planned to turn his head to the priest, "Let's go find the priest, after being left for so long, he should have already... sorry again, I was thinking about blonde classmates and his hobby again."
Ichijō Mirai resumes, "Let's go find the priest, after being left in the confessional for so long, he should have calmed down. Let me confess my disgrace to him first, and then ask him to confess his disgrace to me, and engage in harmonious and friendly mutual help..."
Glancing at the clock again, planning, "An hour to settle it, and another to sleep until noon, just long enough to see the scene of the FBI operation from afar."
Standing up, the dark church was a little darker, Ichijō Mirai closed his eyes and took a breather, "How long has it been since I've slept in this archive? I always feel like I'm close to death."
"Wait, I don't think the wound was treated... Oh, it's healed, so it's fine, it's just that I lost a lot of blood, not that I'm going to die suddenly if I don't sleep for a long time."