What was Kudō Yūsaku like?
Kudō Yūsaku was a brilliant young man who became famous at a young age, a writer whose talent is so internationally recognized that many people can't think of Japanese without mentioning him, an iconic Japanese author, and an armchair detective who could deduce the truth of a case without being present.
If every generation is a god, and every ten years is an edition, then Kudō Yūsaku is a god who has lasted for two editions.
The fact that it didn't last three versions isn't because he's not good anymore, it's because he only debuted two versions, it's a matter of age, not of him.
That was a writer who was almost as famous as Fukuzawa Yukichi at the height of his fame.
In a way, Kudō Yūsaku was even better than Fukuzawa Yukichi, who after all, was on the Japanese currency, and received a monetary boost in terms of popularity.
Morofushi Hiromitsu introduced Kudō Yūsaku like this, "If there really is someone who is so incredible that he can surmise the truth without contacting you, just based on the bits and pieces of information that remain, then that person, must be Kudō Yūsaku."
He was very certain, "If it were anything else, I might have hesitated to judge."
Judge whether or not it's Ichijō Mirai.
With Ichijō Mirai's previous almost unbelievable behavior, and today's incredible behavior that was like smelling the robber's location, he was also able to judge the truth of a matter with only some trivial information.
"But the opposite side is not you, and is related to the police, the probability is that it is Mr. Kudō," Morofushi Hiromitsu's brow is still unconsciously frowned, "he is a very good novelist, detective is only one of the part-time, but even if it is only part-time, but in this area is so famous that the murderer is scared of the level, solved a lot of famous cases, and has a good relationship with a lot of police."
"And."
He glanced at Ichijō Mirai and rubbed his thumb over the sniper rifle a few times before speaking in a normal tone, "I understand that Mr. Kudō tracked down 'Satan'."
Huh?
Ichijō Mirai's eyes rolled back and his pupils had rounded to normal, somewhat surprised, "He actually tracked down 'Satan'?"
"Why didn't I know?"
How come 'Satan' himself didn't know about this, it's not right, right?
Given the strength of Kudō Yūsaku as described by Morofushi Hiromitsu, Ichijō Mirai would have realized that a powerful enemy was on the line if he had pursued him, but so far, he had been going home in [Organization Newcomer] in a state of leisure and comfort, and his journey had been smooth, without any obstacles or enemies to be concerned about. He never felt any obstacles or enemies to worry about.
"...I guess it's because," Morofushi Hiromitsu was justified by Ichijō Mirai's 'What about Satan? I don't know! After a moment of silence, he replied in a normal tone of voice, "When he pursued 'Satan', it was after the third bloody, ahem, third 'Satan' case."
"Mr. Kudō, though a Japanese, did not stay in Japan all the time, and for a long time traveled the world with Mrs. Kudō,"
"They were not in Tokyo at the time of the three cases, the police may not have called for support when the first and second cases occurred, or Mr. Kudō did not have the time, but in any case, Mr. Kudō returned to Nihon only after the international incident of the 'Attack on the FBI in Tokyo' had occurred, and pursued the case, and at that time, many Nihonjin were looking forward to his arresting the murderer."
Oh, so it's something that hasn't happened yet...
Ichijō Mirai nodded his head, and, with the feeling that he had read a mystery novel but had heard the spoilers beforehand, asked with interest, "And?"
His tone was clearly energized.
Morofushi Hiromitsu glanced over again and raised an eyebrow, "It's pretty famous, isn't it? At that time, not only Japan, but also other countries were paying attention to it, right?"
"There are times when I am as awed by your abilities as the instructors and the others," he said, a little helplessly, "but there are times when I am a little confused, when you seem to,"
Ichijō Mirai doesn't seem to know much.
He's great at wowing and silencing everyone with his power of action, and often surprises them, achieving his goals from angles that no one else in their right mind could have imagined.
In contrast, he is in many ways lacking in common sense, as if he hasn't lived in Japan for too long, he's quite unskilled in some of the rules of Japan, and is ignorant of things that many Japanese would consider to be common sense.
For example, Kudō Yūsaku's pursuit of 'Satan' a few years ago was almost as common knowledge as bowing in Tokyo, and even many foreigners who were more concerned with the Bloody Hell case knew about it, but Ichijō Mirai did not.
It was like living in an enclosed space.
...If that's the case, it explains a few things.
For example, why Ichijō Mirai was so close to 'Satan' even though he knew what he was doing, was because he didn't have any real feelings for the demon because he hadn't experienced the atmosphere of fear in Japan, which was like having an atomic bomb hanging over your head.
And why doesn't Ichijō Mirai know some Japanese facts, why doesn't he know Kudō Yūsaku, who is almost as famous as Fukuzawa Yukichi, and why doesn't he know about the very famous 'Kudō Yūsaku traces the bloody hell' incident.
Because he hadn't lived in normal Japanese society for a really long time, and even if he had been living in Japan, he had lived in a closed environment with a lot of common sense filtered out, learning only from books, and only in recent times had he really left the books and gone out into life.
Morofushi Hiromitsu's heart fluttered as he lowered his eyes to the sniper scope, blocking part of his expression, "Mr. Kudō didn't trace anything."
"At the time of the trace, he didn't openly announce that he was starting the trace, and at the end of the trace, he didn't openly announce the results of his trace and the end of the trace, and people outside the police can only speculate from the fact that the police haven't been quiet about it, that he probably didn't find out any useful clues."
He said, "Everyone is disappointed."
"You said," Ichijō Mirai turned, resting his elbows on the windowsill and gazing somewhat casually at the distant factory, ''someone other than the police'? What about the police?"
"My brother was concerned about this, and tried to investigate it privately," Morofushi Hiromitsu hesitated for a few seconds before speaking slowly, "When I contacted him not too long ago, I happened to ask something about it, and it was rumored that,"
He paused, watching Ichijō Mirai's expression.
Ichijō Mirai nodded perfunctorily, "Yeah, you were mainly in contact with my brother, and you only sought information about me secondarily. It was 'coincidentally', 'just so happened', and 'casually' that you asked for relevant information, so I believed it."
"Tell me."
Morofushi Hiromitsu could only laugh out loud with a helpless sigh, "Well, it was said that Mr. Kudō hadn't been investigating 'Satan' for long before he came to a conclusion, but it was a bad one, and the investigation was closed."
"He seems to think that 'Satan' is not a normal human being with a normal outlook, does not have a basic sense of compassion, empathy, or basic human feelings, treats humans as dogs and chickens that can be slaughtered at will rather than as fellow human beings that can be communicated with on an equal footing, and is a cold-blooded killer with a high probability of childhood trauma."
This conclusion...
If you don't think about it, it fits the player.
There's just one thing: "It's not a very accurate description."
So said Ichijō Mirai, who honestly thought that Morofushi Hiromitsu's description was so inaccurate as to glorify the player.
Is the player that 'has no basic compassion or empathy'? Is it a 'cold-blooded killer with a high probability of childhood trauma'?
No.
Even a teenager who grew up in a happy family can do things that would make a dog shake its head in laughter when playing as a player.
For example, grabbed the old man's things to run, the old man NPC from Europe to North America, from the frail osteoporosis slipped to the human-shaped weapon.
Another example is to do the family mission, directly to the NPC mother to the battlefield, put in front of the NPC son is fighting, calmly in a silence said 'no thank you', then in the mission completion prompt calmly thing whisked away, not to harvest any extra thanks value.
With 'a childhood shadow so become a cold-blooded killer' this kind of description to describe the player this see NPC subconsciously A a bit, itchy hands on the slaughter of the city, as if every day not lack of virtue is a miracle of the natural disaster-type creatures, is really cold-blooded killers of insults.
Cold-blooded killers don't have such a low bottom line.
Ichijō Mirai was clarifying for the poor Cold-Blooded Killer, and rejecting the detective's glorification of himself.
"Not very accurate?" Morofushi Hiromitsu was stunned for a few seconds before responding, "Perhaps."
"At the time of my questioning, I was only a police cadet, not yet an active police officer or the one in charge of the case in question, so I didn't have the right to know about some things, and my brother wasn't in charge of the case, so he didn't really know about some of the more confidential things,"
He concludes, "All I know is that Mr. Kudō has a very negative attitude towards 'Satan', a very negative attitude and opinion."
Somewhat cautiously, he asked, "What was his attitude toward you during the phone conversation?"
That was strange, and Ichijō Mirai replied, "Not very hostile."
"I guess it's a strange attitude of having a problem with me, but not to the point of hatred, not minding flirting with me when you can, and then when you get hit back and realize you can't compete with me in terms of flirting, you'll simply apologize."
Not only his attitude, but also Kudō Yūsaku as a person was quite strange.
Ichijō Mirai recalled the empty beat that Kudō Yūsaku had paused for a moment before apologizing, and the sound of his laughter, and after thinking about it, he said, "A very strange guy."
It was so strange that it made him want to immediately open [Organization Newcomer] to snipe at Kudō Yūsaku.
"Mr. Kudō is very perceptive, and at times seems to be able to read people's minds," Morofushi Hiromitsu said without moving, "Mirai, you may resent what he says, but perhaps,"
Morofushi Hiromitsu's words were interrupted by the sudden ringing of a walkie-talkie.
The first sound was the tingle of electricity, followed by Matsuda Jinpei's distinctly lowered voice, as if whispering, "Report report report, Command, a team has infiltrated the left side of the factory, requesting snipers to confirm the status of the robbers, over."
Ichijō Mirai scowled at the sound of the voice, his eyes resting on the intercom until the end of this call when he glanced at Morofushi Hiromitsu, signaling him to answer.
The meaning was so obvious that Morofushi Hiromitsu could only abandon the topic of the conversation and reply, "Roger, confirming, over."
He went to the sniper scope and looked through it at the factory in the distance, peeking through one of the factory's dusty glass windows to see some of the robbers' movements, and jumped to the general channel, relaying it to everyone at once, "Zeroing in on the main entrance, there are two robbers at coordinates (5,3) who are continuing to pan westward, and one robber at coordinates (3,2), who is stationary and suspected of being on guard, possibly armed."
"And..."
Reporting all the coordinates and movements of the robbers that he could observe, Morofushi Hiromitsu reported that he was unsure of the leader's location, but recognized a few suspected hostage locations, and finally added, "Over."
He didn't get up the first time when he finished his transmission, but the sniper's scope was still focused on one of the robbers, "The robber who is on guard, it seems..."
Through the sniper's scope, Morofushi Hiromitsu and the robber looked at each other from a distance of several hundred meters, and saw the robber's face clearly.
It was a young man in his 25s or 26s, with short, almost inch-long hair, an ordinary appearance, small eyes and a flat mouth in the Japanese-style, a thin body that didn't seem to be in very good health, with black and blue marks under his eyes, and stubble on his chin.
This is a guy who doesn't need to do anything but walk down the street with a cigarette in his mouth, which will make some passersby subconsciously avoid him, and he looks like a gangster reminiscent of a mafia hitman.
After a few seconds of focusing on the gangster, Morofushi Hiromitsu panned to the two robbers on the left (5,3), focusing on the one on the left, and once again got a clear view of the robber: a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six, with the appearance of a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six.
A young man of 25 or 26, of normal size, holding a cigarette and puffing on it with his companion, and in the white smoke, his face, almost identical to that of the robber just now, was revealed, and looked a bit like Morofushi Hiromitsu's hallucination.
Morofushi Hiromitsu hesitated for too long, long enough for Ichijō Mirai to notice something strange, "What's wrong?"
He casually dismissed Morofushi Hiromitsu and took a look himself, going over the whole situation and the individual robbers, not finding anything out of the ordinary, "Huh?"
"Did you find anything unusual?" He speculated based on the timing, "Did you see a robber going to meet a hostage?"
"...No," Morofushi Hiromitsu obediently stepped aside from the sniper's position and leaned against the window, his eyes falling on Ichijō Mirai's face without commenting on his curious nature to come over and take a look at whatever he found out, "I think I saw two robbers who look exactly the same."
Only they weren't the same size, one was fatter and the other thinner.
"What?" Ichijō Mirai searched again, remembering as he searched, and first remembered, "Oh, there's something like that."
In the first round, when he was clearing up the scene by firing randomly, he had seen someone who looked similar, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and only had a fleeting thought of, 'That looks familiar, did he kill him in the last round? Wait, this is only the first round' thought, then jumped to find the hostage.
After remembering, he also found the robber who was gulping down fog with his sniper's scope, casually looked at him a bit more, and asked Morofushi Hiromitsu again, "What's wrong?"
It shouldn't have taken more than half a minute for you to realize that you saw two brothers who looked so much alike, right?
People who are related by blood look alike, especially brothers with a low age difference, and the two robbers across the street just happened to have a zero age difference.
Twins are rare for individuals, but not so rare for countries - there are probably thousands of them in Japan - that a chance encounter is a little surprising, but not really that surprising.
Morofushi Hiromitsu's reaction was a bit too big.
"There's really nothing else unusual about it, no need to hide it from me, it's just a pair of brothers, why are you so surprised," Ichijō Mirai lowered his sniper rifle, a bit careless, "It could be twins, it could be brothers with a difference of only a year or two in age, and you can't tell too much about the difference from the outside."
"But in a way, I, uh..."
Is this something to talk about?
Before saying anything, Ichijō Mirai cautiously asked himself for that -0.01 seconds, then without hesitation, he smiled brightly and spoke cheerfully, "I've seen a pair of brothers, too."
"It's exactly the same, the same hairstyle, the same eyes, give people a similar feeling, like two wolves with a murderous spirit, so, wow, it's really worthy of being blood brothers."
A silver hair and green eyes mafia, a black hair and green eyes FBI, how can they not be half-brothers?
Heh heh heh.