The tone...
It's the tone of someone who's taken a liking to a new toy, and has been met with a few not-so-gentle rebuffs, and is staring at the new toy with wide-eyed wonder, wagging his tail and calculatingly eager to try it out...
Gin didn't blink, didn't hesitate for even a second, "Never heard of it."
Even as he finished his answer, he thought: Akai Tsutomu?
The name seemed familiar.
If it was any other name, Gin would not have any impression, but this name, for some reason, he vaguely felt that it had some indirect relationship with Ichijō Mirai. Under the threat of the natural disaster of 'You don't want your organization to be discovered, do you?', the relevant impression quickly emerged from the depths of his mind, but it was very vague and inaccurate.
Ichijō Mirai would probably be eager to help him recall it more accurately if he told him.
So when he spoke again, he said, without changing his expression, "I never remember the names of the dead."
It's true.
Anyone who made an impression on Gin, but not that much, was probably just a dead man who had once been a concern to the organization, but was now no longer a threat.
Ichijō Mirai laughed, "'A dead man's name'?"
'How do you know it's a dead man's name?'
'You lied to me.'
'You're done.'
Gin: "..."
He was only three or four steps away from Ichijō Mirai, and if he took a few more steps forward, he could have stepped on the one where the white sneakers were pointing falsely, and he was at the bottom of the staircase, which, by the way it was constructed, should have been lower.
But Ichijō Mirai was sitting, and Gin was standing.
So instead, he was higher, and when he looked at Ichijō Mirai, he had to lower his eyes.
Similarly, when Ichijō Mirai looks at Gin, he needs to look up. He looks up with a look of realization and surprise, "Are you lying to me?"
This is not a shameful question.
Gin was taller, Ichijō Mirai was lower, but he had a casual, relaxed attitude, as if he were the one who was on top, not sitting cross-legged on a staircase and looking up, but sitting on a throne and casually looking down.
He had an air about him.
Like he could crush an ant with his hand, and if he got upset, he could crush Gin with his hand.
It's an illusion.
Ichijō Mirai certainly wouldn't crush Gin like an ant, he's never been a kind person, he just puts on a big smile and does all sorts of things that are beyond the organization's expectations, beyond the normal level of nervousness, to torment everyone but himself in one fell swoop.
No one knows better than Gin how this guy tortured him, the Organization, Tokyo, and the world.
He ignored the phantom 'you're done' and paused, "I have an impression, but I can't remember."
"Which power is it?"
If it's a new toy that Ichijō Mirai is after, it should be in Tokyo.
The FBI just wiped out three waves, and while all the forces are tacitly silent, they're silently invading Tokyo to get a lead.
This new toy is probably from one of the unlucky forces that were unlucky enough to find the right clues.
"I see," Ichijō Mirai nodded deeply, "I thought you remembered it but didn't tell me and were trying to lie to me, but it turns out you just don't remember it very well."
"This guy..."
He tilted his head uncertainly, "FBI? Haneda Kōji case?"
"Do those two words ring a bell?"
A vague, grayish impression was clarified by the two reminders, and Gin remembered the person 'Akai Tsutomu', and why he somehow felt that this person was indirectly related to Ichijō Mirai.
The reason was simple: the waste, Rum.
The Haneda Kōji case, also known as the Amanda case, was a case where Rum the waste showed just how much of a waste he was. It was an important operation for the organization, but that waste made a mess of it.
So messed up that the organization's existence was almost exposed, and Akai Tsutomu was one of the people who used the case to try to find traces of the organization.
It took a great deal of effort on the part of the organization to keep the fallout of the case quiet, and it faded from the limelight, sinking into the cold river of time.
There aren't many people who still remember this case.
Gin is one of them, remembering Rum's irritating waste.
And the case is indirectly connected to Ichijō Mirai because..
Ichijō Mirai has been caught in Rum's mess, and is now in the process of hunting him down.
It's indirect, it's convoluted, but rounded up, Akai Tsutomu and Ichijō Mirai have something in common.
In the face of Rum the waste.
Now, Ichijō Mirai mentioned 'Akai Tsutomu' because...
On the one hand, Gin wanted to frown: The guy who wanted to investigate the organization is not dead? Rubbish!
On the other hand, Gin wanted to raise his eyebrows again: thanks to the new toy.
He stretched his eyebrows without moving, "I'm impressed, Akai Tsutomu is still alive?"
"You met him and are interested in him?"
"Or do you want to kill Rum?"
Either way, it means that Ichijō Mirai's attention has shifted, and there's a fun time to play around, and as long as the toys are willing to learn from the organization, and make great sacrifices for the sake of world peace, 'Satan' won't trigger the world notice again.
As for their willingness...
If the Organization is willing, they must be.
"Please pay attention," Ichijō Mirai reminded politely, "Before you ask me in a familiar manner, you should pretend to say 'Oh, I remember, it was that case'. If you keep a blank expression, I will think that you remember it and you are just trying to lie to me."
"No, I didn't meet Akai Tsutomu, I just met a very interesting person," He perked up a bit, "You mean, this case is related to Rum?"
Though ignorant of the details of the case, Ichijō Mirai thought for a moment and blindly guessed, "A failed mission?"
His red eyes seemed to glow in the thick shadows, and for a moment, Gin had the illusion of seeing the vertical pupils of a red demon.
The red pupils of a demon who was interested in what he was doing.
"Well, it failed miserably and almost revealed the existence of the organization," Gin glanced at the glass in his hand and looked to the seated Ichijō Mirai, gesturing towards the living room on the first floor, "Go downstairs to talk about it?"
"The organization has the information, but it's not here."
He looked back at Vodka.
Vodka immediately turned his head and walked away, "Okay, big brother, I'll go prepare the information!"
He didn't even hesitate.
As if he had received Gin's subtle hints, he decisively obeyed the order to leave the dangerous situation, or as if he hadn't received Gin's hints, he obeyed his heart's instructions and decisively left the dangerous area.
Too fast for Gin to be sure, he paused for a few seconds before looking at Ichijō Mirai again, "Huh?"
He held out his left hand.
Gin, being left-handed, had used his left hand when he took the cup, and it was his left hand that he was holding out now.
Since the pistol was on his left side, Ichijō Mirai might misunderstand if he withdrew his left hand.
It's not a real misunderstanding, but a lie with open eyes. 'Hey, why did you withdraw your left hand? Are you planning to attack me? You are planning to attack me! Damn it, you dare to attack the great Messiah. I will punish you from the moral high ground!'
Ichijō Mirai looked to the cup of water and raised an eyebrow, "You're a strange one for holding a cup,"
He reaches out, avoiding Gin's grip on the cup, and gives the cup a perfunctory, weak grip, not putting much effort into his hands, but into his calves, and stands up.
In the process of standing up, he happened to meet Gin's dark, dark green eyes, and couldn't help but pause, a sense of déjà vu and familiarity flickered, "Huh."
"Wait."
"Green eyes," Ichijō Mirai maintained his posture as he had just stood up, meeting those dark green eyes seriously, then shifting his gaze downward to Gin's left hand, which was holding the cup, "left-handed."
The smell of blood hovered in the air, adding to the sense of familiarity.
He shifted his gaze to the silver hair on the side of Gin's long black trench coat, "Long hair."
Dark green eyes, long hair, left-handed.
These three elements, which one can be formed?
But there is another person: Akai Shūichi.
For a moment, Ichijō Mirai recalled the car accident, the pair of cold dark green eyes staring at him in the color of blood, and Akai Shūichi, who clearly had no blood feud with him, but who bit at him like a mad dog, who gave off a terrifying aura of death, and who didn't hesitate to block for him the moment before the explosion.
Ichijō Mirai's eyes twitched, "Wow."
He sighed a little at his own preferences in choosing who to persecute, "No wonder when I first saw that guy, my hands felt itchy and I wanted to tease him out of habit, I see."
Gin didn't get it and sidestepped to make room for part of the stairs, "What?"
"I don't know Akai Tsutomu, and I'm not interested in getting to know him at the moment," Ichijō Mirai stomped down the stairs, "but I'd suggest you do,"
As he passed by, his eyes swept over Gin's appearance, comparing it to what he remembered of Akai Shūichi's, realizing that the two men could not be said to be exactly the same, but rather completely different.
But they both had a similar look and feel.
Because they were both cold-faced, when they faced him, their eyes were like lone wolves in the meadow, deep and alert, their brows were always pressed down, and their eyebrows were like a cool moonlight blade.
"Perhaps," Ichijō Mirai paused on the bottom step and looked back at Gin on the top step, rather meaningfully, "you could meet a half-brother you've never met before, through him."
He jumped down three or four flights of steps, jumped directly to the ground, his tone was light and flippant, his attitude was cheeky, he looked like he was watching the fun, very frivolous, "It's really interesting."
Gin frowned, and was about to speak when he heard Ichijō Mirai add, "Especially when frowning."
Ichijō Mirai sighed a little, "The look of someone who can't stand me, but can't do anything about it, so they can only endure it, frowning in the midst of trying their best to endure it..."
"It's so great, no, it's so heartwarming."
Before the exclamation could appear and Ichijō Mirai emphasized his frown, Gin immediately loosened his frown as if he had never unconsciously frowned before.
Without changing his expression, he turned around and looked at Ichijō Mirai, who was casually sitting on the sofa, and walked towards the sofa as well, "Is that so?"
"I don't think so, I'm not interested in getting my hands on someone else's prey."
And I'm not interested in grabbing the prey of a possessive guy.
"Messing with someone else's prey?" Ichijō Mirai repeated, giving a false smile. "In the eyes of the prey, perhaps I am the prey."
"You have the same level of acuity," He propped his chin up, observing Gin's expression with renewed interest, "except that when you perceive danger, you will avoid it without hesitation, he will come at it hard and fast like a madman."
He scrutinized Gin's expression, searching the dark green pupils of his eyes for another pair of dark green pupils.
No one likes to be treated like another person unless there's a huge benefit to be gained.
Gin didn't like it.
But he did: he wanted the unlucky Mr. Green Eyes to last a little longer.
So not caring at all that Ichijō Mirai was scrutinizing himself as if he was interested in looking at others through himself, he just moved his eyes and calmly took his seat on the other side of the sofa, "Then you must be very interested."
"I hope you can tame him soon."
He looked to the darkness of the side of the living room, catching the printer's voice, and said faintly, "Your prey is related to Rum?"
"Let's hope he's smart enough not to have laid a hand on your prey."
"Your prey," He said, and he was being very inconsistent.
"I thought you'd want him to be ungrateful enough to touch my prey," Ichijō Mirai said, listening to the printer and estimating that in another minute he'd be able to see the information himself, "I didn't realize that you had the slightest bit of sympathy for him?"
"Wow."
He marveled, "You two are even more alike."
Akai Shūichi had a thinly veiled sympathy, so thin that Ichijō Mirai wanted to mourn for Jodie.
Gin also had a small amount of the same thing, though it was the same thing that was not true, saying that she hoped Rum would be fine, but actually hoped that Rum would be in trouble.
In the study on the first floor, the sound of the printer stopped, followed by the sound of some hurried footsteps.
Vodka rushes in with two printed documents, one for Gin and one for Ichijō Mirai.
Gin doesn't comment or react to what Ichijō Mirai just said, and as if he hadn't realized it, he takes the materials with a calm expression, gestures for Vodka to go out, and lowers his head to study.
Ichijō Mirai is reading the file.
The Haneda Kōji case was simple. It was an assassination attempt by the organization, except that the target wasn't Haneda Kōji, but a woman named Amanda.
A very rich woman.
She was described as a capitalist.
She looked very old, with sagging skin and age spots on all parts of her body, but with an unquestioning strength and authority in her eyes, she looked to be in her 50s or 60s.
However, her real age is listed as 70 or 80 years old.
Ichijō Mirai's hand falls on Amanda's photo, he looks at it and smiles, "Power, it's an addictive dream fruit."
"A capitalist like that would carry at least tens of millions of dollars with him in case of an unexpected kidnapping or attack, right?"
"It could be carried by bodyguards, it could be hidden in a car, it could be in a safe deposit box, it could be swept through, it could add up to over a billion dollars." His red eyes drooped, as if there was some kind of luster brewing, "If I were the one on the mission..."
After a moment's thought, Ichijō Mirai asked Gin a question with a straight face.
"Does Rum have a better background than me?"