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[Year 3, Apr.25, 01:05]
[Eleventh District, Tokyo]
Late at night, the isolation room would have been silent, but there were footsteps that sounded from far away.
At the sound of the footsteps, which gradually became clearer, Ichijō Mirai opened his eyes, briefly moved his body, which was a bit stiff from sitting for so long, and repeated, "Marc,"
"Brandy."
Like Gin, Rum, and Calvados, it was a liquor: Marc Brandy.
Brandy is a classic wine, meaning burnt wine in Dutch, and is most commonly made from grapes.
Marc Brandy is one such wine, a wine made from grape pomace.
'Marc' simply means scum.
"Marc," Ichijō Mirai repeated to himself again, realizing with the benefit of hindsight, "seems like I got scolded again..."
Excessive!
Where was he scummy? Wasn't he just a bit more enthusiastic! Isn't it just a little bit more competent! The FBI didn't even have a one-star bad review to protest it, what gives the organization the right to be euphemistic and connotative!
The sound of footsteps from afar was getting closer and closer, and the owner of the voice didn't slow down at all, but rather deliberately increased his pace as a reminder, eventually stopping only one door away from Ichijō Mirai.
In the corridor just a door away, there came a puzzled tone of voice, "Eh?"
"Mirai-san."
It was Morofushi Hiromitsu's voice.
Ichijō Mirai didn't move; he lazily maintained his seated position, only sidestepping his head as he replied, "Morofushi-san."
"It's early in the morning," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "and you're still awake."
The walls in the isolation room were single-vision, and when looking out from the inside of the room, one could only see the clean white walls, but when looking in from the outside, one could see the scene inside.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was reasonably able to see that Ichijō Mirai inside the room had his eyes open, and there was absolutely no need for an additional line of nonsense, having already struck up a conversation with someone, and having to redundantly state another line of 'you're still awake'.
Ichijō Mirai had just come online, his blue bar of patience still full, and in the face of bullshit, he flexed one leg and patiently served back a line of bullshit, "And you're already out."
Already out of isolation.
"Three hours ago," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "you were the only one still in the isolation room,"
"I heard that the police were meeting internally to discuss what to do with you."
And realizing the ambiguity of that statement, he added an explanation, "Deliberating on rewards and punishments."
Rewards, that was definitely going to be rewarded, Ichijō Mirai had not only saved Matsumoto Kiyonaga, but he had also directly led the way in taking down a black organization that was involved in illegal dealings.
The whole of Tokyo would know how good this class of police academy freshmen was.
Punishment, that's definitely still in order, not only did he rob a prison, but he also straight up fucked up the special training program.
And he's also cleverly convinced a lot of Tokyo citizens to believe in Ichijō Mirai's status as a 'police cadet in special training', reaching out for help, not only virally dialing up the program to give out coded messages, but also taking in the down-and-out police cadets, and even agreeing to an emergency news deal with the TV station right off the bat! The degree of this punishment is not very good.
The degree of punishment isn't easy to pinpoint, as it's largely a reflection of Ichijō Mirai's excellence, with the only questionable point being whether or not the failure to keep the training program a secret warranted a small penalty.
As he relayed it, Morofushi Hiromitsu paused and lowered his voice, "Mirai-san, how did you convince so many people to help you?"
Ah, there's no need for persuasion, just a warm shoulder greeting, and the easily shy citizens of Tokyo will redden their faces and stammer to agree to any and all requests.
Even if it's too much.
Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was also a Tokyo resident, was probably shy and shy, not unlike his blonde classmates who were having a good time, so Ichijō Mirai thoughtfully didn't answer, but only sniffed the air, "I smell food."
The small glass window above the door moved, and after a dozen seconds or so it was pushed open from the outside, and a bento poked its head out, along with Morofushi Hiromitsu's helpless voice that was a few degrees clearer, "Dinner."
"We came out of the isolation room in batches, I was the first, just came out of interrogation, I asked the guards, they said they didn't ask to be denied food delivery, so I..."
Just came to deliver the food.
His use of the word 'interrogation' was interesting.
Ichijō Mirai didn't stand up, he casually reached out and waved his hand a dozen centimeters away from the bento, like he was half crouching down and waving at the sight of an adorable canine, and the bento, like an adorable canine, automatically pounced on him, and subconsciously descended a bit the moment he waved his hand.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was about to say something, "You..."
"Told you you're rather shy and bashful, you can't even curse," the other end of the bento box was still in Morofushi Hiromitsu's hand, dangling down with what looked like a few moments of caution, Ichijō Mirai took it and opened it casually, focusing on the point, "They haven't not negotiated my punishment yet?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, you're supposed to be an adult, right? It wouldn't be illegal to say such words to you, would it?"
"You should let the blonde classmate do it, he's definitely of age."
Participated a blindfold play after all.
There was a moment of silence outside the door before Morofushi Hiromitsu once again smiled low and helplessly, "If he's the one who came, he probably won't want to see you in the near future."
Not only did he not want to see Ichijō Mirai, but he didn't want to see the car, the blindfold, the handcuffs, the blonde hair, and so on.
The bento box was still warm, a serving of fried rice, and Ichijō Mirai removed the spoon and perfunctorily shoved a few bites into his mouth, waiting for it to be swallowed and for his mouth to be clean once again before asking again, "By the way, is Matsumoto Kiyonaga awake yet?"
Anesthetics were known to affect a person's sanity.
Even if only one arm was anesthetized, some people would be a bit delirious, staying a few points duller than usual and appearing inconspicuously disoriented, not to mention that Matsumoto Kiyonaga had been anesthetized for almost half of his body, so he must have been affected.
In one to three days, the effects of the anesthesia would fade and the person would return to normal.
"Probably?" Morofushi Hiromitsu wasn't quite sure, but was quick to speculate, "I heard that Administrator Matsumoto attended the meeting,"
Matsumoto Kiyonaga is on Ichijō Mirai's side, so, "The meeting should be over soon."
"It's already one o'clock, and the meeting will end before dawn."
It can't be held all night, can it?
Ichijō Mirai asked again, "Matsumoto Kiyonaga should still be at the hospital?"
"Yes," Morofushi Hiromitsu replied in detail, "He is not yet out of danger, under observation, and currently only receiving visits from a handful of people each day."
Even if the others in the meeting did manage to grind hard until dawn, Matsumoto Kiyonaga would never be able to hold out, and he actually preferred that the meeting would be over by two or three o'clock.
"You guys should be able to get out now?" Ichijō Mirai asked again, getting an affirmative answer before moving on, "I've got a package stored in a safe at the Beika-cho bank, so go straight to the staff for the code word 'Messiah' and they'll hand it over, and "
It's a file folder of documents about 'medical malpractice' that Gin helped store.
"Would you please tell him of the existence of the package and the code word, so that he remembers to pick it up," he added, "As for how to visit, I have a acquaintance at the hospital..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu, "I know."
He whispers, "Two hours ago, that Director called the police, concerned about you,"
"I'll contact him for help when I visit Administrator Matsumoto."