[Mission reward.
One, settlement of the bank robbery case.
Two, a large increase in 'Tokyo' reputation and a small increase in 'World' reputation.
Three, the titles [Anointed One], [Spiritual Leader], [If There's a Divine Help].
Four, 'Some wild animals', 'Some injured animals', 'Some animals with low hunting ability', and 'Some old and sick animals' have increased their friendliness.
Five, hidden assets increased.
Six,*** (Parsing failed).]
[Note 1: The above rewards will be awarded according to the player's performance in the mission.
Note 2: If the mission fails, the [Bank Robbery] will also be resolved].
Ichijō Mirai scans past the reward prompt and looks at a special note below.
[You have triggered a [Rescue] type mission, and the [Hostage]'s 'Blood Bar' and 'Blue Bar' will be activated at the start of the mission.
When the blood bar is lowered to a certain level, the hostage will trigger various recoverable conditions such as 'Bleeding Out', 'Serious Injury', or non-recoverable 'Disabled'.
When the Blue Bar is lowered to a certain level, the hostage will trigger various recoverable conditions such as 'Depressed', 'Terrified', or non-recoverable 'Mental Illness', 'Killing Self', etc.
Please pay more attention to the red and blue stripes of the hostages].
And, the most important tip: [Return method: Death.]
[Number of tries: Unlimited.]
[The special props to start the mission have been detected scattered in the vicinity, please pick up the special props as soon as possible and confirm the return point as soon as possible.
In this mission, the player will automatically return to the file point when he dies, no need to manually read the file Oh].
'No need to read the file manually' x
'Read only in death' √
Ichijō Mirai: "Wow."
It's important that you don't go too far back or too far forward.
Too far back and it's bad if you realize later that you need to change your choices for the storyline before the save point, and too far forward... it's too much of a hassle to have to go through a bunch of pre-plots every time you read the file, isn't it?
Once or twice would be fine, but having to go through huge chunks of time that don't matter every time would force you to skip?
After pondering for a while, Ichijō Mirai first set his sights on a time when he found the so-called 'special item'.
The special item was nearby.
"I'm sorry, something came up suddenly, could you check the news for me, and see if there's anything of interest in the last day or two?" Ichijō Mirai asked Hiromitsu Morofushi as he took out his cell phone, "Something to do with 'Rescue Needed'."
As he asked, he had already begun to quickly search through all the recent news, tapping into the top 100 daily news stories one by one, according to their popularity, trying not to let go of any fish hidden in the other news.
"Please organize all the 'need to rescue' news in the last month, and don't include the ones that have been successfully rescued, thank you."
He stood up, eyes still on his cell phone, not even glancing at his classmates, only naming them in passing, "And everyone else, thank you, I'm going out first."
The ramen shop was located in the booming area of Tokyo, very close to Shibuya district, and after walking out of the store, you only had to walk another five or six minutes before you were in the midst of a stream of people of different colors and colorful neon lights.
Finding someone in such a situation is a difficult task, let alone finding a prop of some kind.
Ichijō Mirai was double-minded, looking up at the surrounding streets every three seconds, taking in all the scenes, memorizing them for a few seconds, then looking down at his cell phone, searching for doubtful information in the rapidly sliding text, and scanning his memory to make sure that the streets around him were normal, and that there were no special circumstances to be concerned about.
It was only after he had passed through a couple of busy neighborhoods, completely leaving behind the unexpected and startled calls of his classmates, and washed his brain with the sounds of the streets and unfamiliar human conversation for seven or eight minutes, that he realized something in a moment of hindsight:... Wait.
He doesn't seem to have anyone else's contact information.
They don't seem to have his contact information either.
There was only a temporary contact between them while they were pretending to be criminals, and with the end of the training and the handing over of the prop cell phone, the temporary contact is no longer valid.
So: they're out of touch.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He was deep in thought.
He thought, "Oh no, is it his own leash or the leash of his classmates that broke? , also thinking 'the classmates even so, is the police personnel, is the future police dog, but he is not, now actually skillfully categorized himself as a dog? This kind of self-awareness should not increase ah! He also thought about the temporary contact information.
One by one, the contact information appeared, in addition to the contact information of the prop cell phones, there were also the contact information of the Inuo's contact information and the emergency contact information of those who had abandoned the mission, Ichijō Mirai entered them one by one and directly sent out a mass message, and swept through to post a notification of the search for people.
After a few moments, an Onidzuka Hachizo chewed on a leash, or handed over a leash: [Mirai-san? I'm Onidzuka.]
Reconnected.
[Your Ichijō Mirai has restored the signal, and re-enabled the 'Shake People' skill.jpg]
Ichijō Mirai perked up, taking some of his attention away from his double mindedness, and pressed the key to reply, only to have his eyes freeze before he could even type out a few words, slowly moving upwards to a street corner not far from here.
Japan is small, Shibuya is even smaller, and Ichijō Mirai has already left the busy area with more people and arrived at a more remote place.
Not far ahead, there is an intersection.
An intersection with several sharp white lines along the edge of the road.
The intersection was marked by a white crosswalk, and where the crosswalk separated from the sidewalk, there was a bright reflection of light.
Ichijō Mirai puts away his cell phone, walks over, and picks up the light.
It was a red sack-type omikoshi, embroidered with golden words such as "Avoid Bad Luck", the knot was made of red and gold, and there was a golden bell near the omikoshi.
The golden bell is reflected in the light.
The moment Ichijō Mirai picked up the Omamori, the prompt that he had been groping around for, but hadn't triggered, finally popped up: [We have picked up the special item 'Evil Spirit Omamori', and the quest has officially begun, so please choose a place to archive it.]
At the bottom corner of the field of view, a few lines of information appeared.
["Hostage:" Overall, not bad.
["Blood level: 99% [healthy]
Remarks: Fingernails, fingers, toes, etc. have not fallen off, it seems that the robbers have not yet contacted their parents].
[Blue bar: 50% [Panic]
Note: First time as a hostage, not very skillful, sanity is decreasing...]
As Ichijō Mirai looked over, the line of notes just faded away, and then changed.
[Blue bar: 51%. [Panic]
Remarks: First time as a hostage, starting to get used to it, sanity is slowly returning.
It's not bad. The hostage can hold out for a while.
The bell is only half the size of a fingernail, very small, the upper part of the omamori is a little loose, as if it was suddenly pulled not long ago, forming a "leaf", representing the knot of the long-cherished wish to be fulfilled is a little loose.
Ichijō Mirai scanned the notification, looked around for a few seconds, and confirmed that there was no surveillance before lowering his head to open the omamori.
Inside was a piece of paper with words similar to the ones embroidered on the Mamoru, but they appeared to be written in small letters, surrounded by a few triangles of cake and cherry blossoms and other small, simple items, and a number: [0404].
It looks like a child's handwriting, and it's a personal message, not an event message.
Rush marks, omamori, children, rescue...
Putting all this information together, Ichijō Mirai locked down a general area, and instead of searching through the last month's news, he focused on today's latest news, looking for possible 'missing child' stories.
As he searched, he set up an archive and searched the neighborhood in the direction of the car tracks.
-Rescue missions, where time is the hostage's blood.
Searching for traces to determine the route of the robbers was a time-consuming task, but since he had found the item that signaled the official start of the mission, he could archive it.
...Anyway, there's not much of a pre-plot to go through, and even if there's some necessary investigative plots afterward, as long as they're done in one file, the next time you read the file, you can skip them and go straight to the boss without any obstacles.
Ichijō Mirai sends a message back to Onidzuka Hachizo: [Has anyone called the police to report their child missing in the last few hours? I was out at a dinner party, and I found an omamori by accident, and from the looks of it, it looks like a child was taken off the street.]
Of course it wasn't in the street. Traces at the intersection suggest a missing guardian and a car making a sharp turn.
But without that, the police can't be mobilized right away.
[If you don't have a phone number for the police, please contact Matsumoto Kiyonaga and ask him to keep an eye out for information.]
The prints were less than two meters away, and after leaving the intersection, it was quiet, just plain street scenes and crowds, not much information. Ichijō Mirai put away his cell phone and turned it around a few times before he could pick out the robber's approach to the three nearby streets, and then fell into a blank space.
All he could do was repeat the process, walking down each street to see if there were any other signs, or grabbing every passerby and asking the staff at the store if they'd witnessed any rush-hour traffic.
Information is zero.
At these moments of cluelessness, Ichijō Mirai regrets one thing.
"A lot of times, I think the game is actually pretty good, and I wish it was a game, like now, if it was a game, I would have found the clues already."
The game needs logic, the robbers will leave a variety of traces, there will be one or two NPCs witnessed, can be just right to guide the player to trace the clues, the reality does not need logic, no clues is no clues.
...The police are so pulling the crotch, the robbers can not mean dishes to the center of the earth?
Can't they just go nuts once in a while, rob and drive away in the middle of nowhere, and just run out a guide route!
All reality, so reasonable for what, no logic point of the mountain field robbery is not normal!
After choosing the second route, walking ten blocks, and questioning countless people along the way, but still obtaining no useful clues, Ichijō Mirai silently gritted his teeth and retreated to the third fork in the road outside the archive point, and began to take the third route.
This time, he only interviewed thirty-two people, and easily obtained the information at a 24h convenience store with surveillance.
Easy, easy.
"Rush vehicle?"
The clerk at the checkout counter tried to remember, and instead of saying something like, 'But there are cars moving all over the streets, and they're all moving fast compared to the speed at which humans walk,' the clerk said, "I have indeed seen them."
"Just now, fifteen minutes ago," She probed the outside of the convenience store with a hesitant expression, "but not here, over there,"
"Outside the store, two blocks to the right and then a little to the left at that intersection, that's where I saw it, I was on my way to the convenience store and it almost hit me."
What is this, a convenience store clerk?
No, it's an angel!
The world can't live without convenience store clerks!
"That's the car," Ichijō Mirai said with an uplifted, rather reluctant expression of regret, "that almost hit you? Please tell me about the car, and I'll avenge you by killing everyone in it!"
Clerk: "..."
Well, that won't be necessary.
"'We'?" She repeated in confusion, looking at the high schooler with a sunny smile as if he had just scored a three-pointer, even his red eyes brightened up, not at all like Ichijō Mirai, who was building up an anger bar, "It was a white van, the way it looked, I'll pull up the CCTV."
"When I was complaining in the locker room, one of my coworkers said that the van passed by the front of the convenience store, and the surveillance camera caught it."
Ichijō Mirai:"!"
He had seen the surveillance camera when he entered the store, so he wasn't surprised.
What did surprise him was the fact that the surveillance camera had captured the message.
In Japan, what a shocking thing to do to a criminal? And what a thing to touch the players?
The world's just hanging on without the overlaying surveillance!
"What a surprise," Ichijō Mirai quickly changed his tone, "Ah no, what a surprise!"
"Please do let me see it."
Without being called, he took the initiative to jump into the cash register with the countertop propped up, and took control of the surveillance computer, "I'm familiar with surveillance, I'll do it!"
The surveillance computer is in a very internal place, completely back facing the cash register, customers can only see the back, you need to drill into the cash register to see the front, it's a black and white surveillance, the screen is cut into four pieces, all are the scene of the store.
Ichijō Mirai scanned the screens, a little rusty with the big-head computers of the era, and a little more skillful with the close-ups of the four screens, and chose to look at all the surveillance videos, finding the two that were aimed at the street.
He clicked in, back half an hour, and chose to play at 16 times the speed.
The black-and-white street flickered rapidly, and even the people walking at normal speed flashed out of the shadows, and walked into and out of the surveillance area in a second as fast as they could.
Cars are flying in and out of the area with shadows.
Ichijō Mirai pauses as a white shadow passes by, freezing the view.
In the center of the video is a van with the windows half open, a man who looks to be in his forties is sitting by the window smoking a cigarette, and right behind his shoulder, a small child who doesn't look to be too big is sitting next to the other man, bending over and covering the lower half of his face, seemingly choking on the cigarette and coughing.
That is a seemingly seven or eight years old child, is a girl, with short hair to the chin, wearing a red coat, red in the black and white surveillance video was darkened, but still can see some of the original bright color.
Perhaps it was that color that alerted the clerk to the van.