It works!
The 'Japanese Police' card works!
Ichijō Mirai was a bit surprised, and looked Suzuki Sonoko up and down, then quickly realized, in a rather gentle tone, "Still a child."
A kid who doesn't know much, and therefore doesn't have the same general perception of the FBI and mistrust of the Japanese police as the general perception of the Japanese police.
Though seriously speaking, both of them are the kind of existence that ordinary people have no choice but to trust even though they are not very trustworthy in terms of their business ability.
"How old are you, six? Seven? Eight?"
"Elementary school student?"
At the same time, Ichijō Mirai was jumping down like a checkerboard, and as he did so, his arm, which had been gripping the window, would relax and stop falling, and as he grabbed the window, his arm would tense up violently.
Sometimes, he would swing back and forth with Suzuki Sonoko, and before hitting the window, he would bend his leg and press his knee against the glass to push himself further away.
All the way down to the first floor, Suzuki Sonoko didn't say a word.
She clung to Ichijō Mirai's neck through successive bouts of weightlessness and suspension, and her cherry blossom lips felt like they were stuck to glue, so she couldn't utter a single syllable.
I can't even say 'I'm already ten years old, I'm not that young, I'm not fresh, don't eat me', my tongue and speech skills are temporarily frozen, so I can only hold Ichijō Mirai tightly and bury my head between his neck.
This time, Ichijō Mirai didn't feel the warm liquid sensation, but felt Suzuki Sonoko's small breaths and slight trembling, and he thoughtfully judged, "The blue bar drops to a certain level, and the hostage will fall into panic instincts, unable to speak, unable to communicate and interact with the rescuer fluently."
"Is 'a certain level' 20%? 50%?"
While thinking, he pulled Suzuki Sonoko's face out of his arms and cautiously observed, "No more crying, right?"
Suzuki Sonoko didn't cry again, but her eyes were a little moist, her dark green eyes looked like dark matcha that had swirled, a little pitiful, and her cheeks were a little pale, and when she was being pulled out to see if she had cried, she unconsciously held her breath, and her face tensed up tightly.
Her whole face was flashing one word: [Fox is scary].
"Well..." Ichijō Mirai said, focusing on Suzuki Sonoko's slightly wet eyes and pretending to be oblivious as he pulled her back so that she could bury her face in his neck again, "Okay, no tears, big victory."
"Soothing without being able to communicate is getting a bit difficult," he looked around the first floor a few times, picking up a dropped motorcycle key from one of the corpses of Mr. and searching for the corresponding motorcycle at the factory in, holding Suzuki Sonoko in his arms as he sat on it, and again a bit puzzled, "Found a trick though."
Police.
The hostage trusts the Japanese Police.
Suzuki Sonoko still didn't say anything, but moved her face, and the tip of her nose inadvertently arched over Ichijō Mirai, like a small animal cautiously testing the waters.
Ichijō Mirai glanced down, seeing only the critter's short brown hair, he reached out and touched it, pulling out Suzuki Sonoko once again, "But, with the short brown hair and green eyes, there's something familiar about it..."
He met Suzuki Sonoko's wet green eyes under her messy bangs.
The wetness of the green eyes increased a bit, emphasizing that the hostage had been quiet, but was actually trying to hold back her fear and tears.
"Ahem," Ichijō Mirai immediately withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, held Suzuki Sonoko back down, pretended that he hadn't been slacking off on the critter, and repeated, "Okay, no tears, big win."
"...I'm not being threatening on purpose, tsk."
"I'm driving, aren't I?" He kindly warned, "It's a motorcycle, it makes a loud noise when it starts, so be prepared for that, and don't blame me for scaring you."
As usual, Suzuki Sonoko didn't respond.
Ichijō Mirai waited a few seconds before turning the handlebar.
The motorcycle roars to life.
[Hostage in shock, current blue bar [17%].]
"Well," Ichijō Mirai said as he drove, not hesitating to rev up to maximum speed, biting into the cold wind that stung his face and speaking into it, "I knew it!"
Over the howling wind, he raises his voice, "Can you hear me? I'm taking you to the police."
[Hostage blue bar dropping. Current blue bar 16%.]
[Hostage blue bar rising. Current blue bar 18%.]
[Current blue bar [19%].]
Ichijō Mirai glanced down with some surprise: Huh, racing also adds blue bars?
It doesn't drop the blue bar wildly, but increases it... it's a bit unexpected...
However, except for the first time when he jumped from a building, he didn't lower his blue bar even when he was shaking in the air a few times after that, which was also quite surprising...
Once again, he takes out the profile he drew for Suzuki Sonoko at the beginning: a strange hostage who is both timid and bold.
Because no one has reported the location, the police haven't moved in yet, and most of the police that have moved in aren't even looking for the robbers, they've just stepped up their street patrols, or the number of police sign decorations on the road.
They're just decorations.
Ichijō Mirai, dressed in civilian clothes, without a helmet and with a child in his arms, drove his motorcycle at speeds that exceeded the limits of a motorcycle, definitely exceeded the speed limit, and drove all the way to the door of the police station unimpeded.
The number of stops was zero.
The police officers on the road have only two actions that are 100% checked.
Action 1: When they hear the sound of a car, they look up and around to see the source of the loud motorcycle noise, like a groundhog standing up to the wind.
Action 2: After catching the shadow of the car, he watches in awe as the motorcycle passes him by.
And then nothing.
None of the police officers chased the motorcycle to stop it, and the traffic officers did not receive a timely order to stop the motorcycle from a distance.
They were just decorations.
That's what Ichijō Mirai exclaimed as he stopped in front of the decorations bureau, and without hesitation, he pulled out Suzuki Sonoko, lifted her up like the Lion King, and pointed her at the police station's sign, "Look, the police station."
"Do you feel relieved?"
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
Her green eyes rounded out a bit, and she only glanced at the police station in the center of her field of vision hastily, and before she could even see it clearly, she subconsciously turned her head sideways and looked at Ichijō Mirai, who was in the blind spot of her field of vision, as if a small animal was subconsciously wary of its natural enemy behind it.
Then he saw Ichijō Mirai's face.
Ichijō Mirai didn't pay much attention to Suzuki Sonoko's expression, the only attention he paid to the hostage was actually paying attention to the system alerts, and most of the rest of his attention was focused on the police around him.
With the blood still on his face, he was calmly staring at the stupefied police, nodding his head in a polite gesture of greeting.
Very calm.
No doggy sneak at all, very calm and collected.
So calm that the police officers looked at each other blankly, unsure of Ichijō Mirai's intentions, unsure if the young man flying by on a motorcycle was a police officer, a robber, or just a regular traffic violator, and unsure if they should approach him with their IDs in hand.
After taking a look around and calming the others with his calm appearance, Ichijō Mirai shook Suzuki Sonoko and noticed her staring, "What's up?"
"What are you looking at me for? Look at the police station!"
"This is the Japanese Police Station, you're safe, isn't that reassuring?"
His urging was impish, like a sly fox wagging its big fluffy tail, and as soon as the crow nodded its head and spoke, the meat in its beak would fall and be caught by the fox's open mouth.
Even with a sunny smile, he doesn't look like a good person.
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
The moment she met those red eyes, her eyelashes lowered, letting her thick lashes, which were a bit light, block the green eyes.
She only touched the bright, red color that seemed to jump in the sunlight, and lowered her eyes without saying anything.
But the system prompted: [Current blue bar [20%].].
Ichijō Mirai cheered up, "Wait, I'll give you to the police."
He picked and found a police officer carrying a gun, casually stopping his motorcycle he went straight over to the police officer and stuffed Suzuki Sonoko into the officer's arms, "Hello, this is a hostage who was kidnapped by thugs, you may not recognize my face but you should have heard of my codename,"
"I'm 'Messiah'."
The police officer subconsciously took Suzuki Sonoko, and was still stunned when he heard 'Messiah', he looked up even more stunned, and immediately shifted his attention to the colorful and complex emotions that bloomed on his face such as amazement, encountering rare creatures, and being delighted with nature's gifts, "So you're, eh?!"
"...My gun!"
Ichijō Mirai grabbed the police officer's gun and nodded with a smile, "Yes, it's me, the cheerful, kind and generous Messiah."
He raised the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation, "Bye-bye."
"Bang!"