Furuya Rei can teach Conan.
At least he's strong enough to run a full weighted trail run and have fun running around the streets in a blindfold and handcuffs.
Maybe it's a family police officer for the kids.
Ichijō Mirai thought with a bit of amusement, then put on a very serious expression and nodded, "I see."
As for why this undercover police officer approached Conan...was it because of him?
No way, no way, there won't be an undercover police officer who uses his power for personal gain to sneak up on a junior that his classmates like?
"Don't worry, I know that mister blonde detective," He swept a glance at the traffic outside the window, "he has some unknown hobbies, but overall he's a very decent person."
It was dinnertime, and the streets weren't overly dense with traffic, one car weaving in and out, mostly fast.
That's why a black vehicle that was almost twice as slow, as if it was being extra cautious, as if it was quietly sneaking past the dog, stood out.
When Ichijō Mirai's eyes fell on it with a sense of realization, it had already passed the dessert store, and the glossy black bodywork flashed with lines of cold-edge reflections at the corners.
At the edge of the roof's reflection, a touch of silver appeared in the window.
In the next moment, there was a harsh sound of brakes, the car came to a sudden stop, the tires scraped heavily against the ground, the body heaved and swayed from the sharp braking, and then quickly settled down and didn't move at all.
It looked like it was dead.
Ichijō Mirai slowly tilted his head.
His eyes widened for a few moments, then curved up again after a few seconds, revealing a smirk that went beyond social niceties and seemed a little too happy to be true, "Wow."
It was an acquaintance.
The second acquaintance after the blonde.
It's just that the driver's guts are a little too small, as if he's some kind of evil person...
Wasn't he a good person with a warm, kind, helpful and moral sense?
Suzuki Sonoko's eyes were still hanging over the counter when she saw Ichijō Mirai's fingers move, and subconsciously followed the sound of the brakes as she turned her head to look out the window and saw a black car parked in the middle of the road that had been honked at by a car behind her, but still didn't move, and only slowly and tentatively did it move a few moments later.
She didn't pay much attention to it, and after a few glances at that very unqualified car, she withdrew her eyes and asked with a vague feeling, "Is Mr. Mirai very happy?"
"Ah, not really 'happy'," Ichijō Mirai also retracted his gaze, his smile widened, 'I just saw a stupid bear, temporarily happy for a few minutes, but happy to fall into how to solve the trouble of the agony, than 'happy', or 'a little bit of anguish' is more appropriate to describe my mood," he thought, and then asked with a vague feeling, "Mr. Mirai is very happy?"
He thought for a moment, then added, "But it's fun... Is there anything else Ms. Suzuki wants?"
That was a polite way of saying goodbye.
Suzuki Sonoko hurriedly shook her head hastily, "No, no, Mr. Mirai, go eat, bye~!"
She stared at the wooden counter, watched the fingers on the edge of the counter go out of view, heard the sound of very light footsteps going away, and after a moment, suddenly burst into red, wailing on the table, "What the hell did I just say!"
"Obviously have been so long ago, how is still the same as when I was a child, I can not help but look at the mouth stuttering mouth full of nonsense!!!"
She lying on the table shook up, a moment rolled to the left edge of the table, a moment rolled to the right edge of the table, the more she recalled the more red her face, a few want to drip blood, and finally put down her hand with a downcast head, "so humiliating."
"...He, he wouldn't recognize me as the hostage, would he?"
Ichijō Mirai didn't know that Suzuki Sonoko was the rescued hostage.
Suzuki Sonoko was aware of this, and was sincerely glad: she should have explained this when they met, and used it as a way to get closer, trying to get acquainted with Ichijō Mirai with all sorts of reasons to thank him.
But she was in a terrible state when she was kidnapped...
Not only was she dirty, but she also made some very flirtatious confessions in the heat of the moment, which would have been fine if she had been seriously rejected, but Ichijō Mirai apparently didn't take it too seriously, and treated it as a child's playfulness and joked about it without any malice.
If you tell Ichijō Mirai, 'Hey, I'm that dirty and annoying hostage', aren't you just trying to evoke the attitude of an elder who has no sense of humor and cut off the path of love?
Never!
The way she rolled from the left to the right, and from the right to the left was so cute, like a sweet and soft chocolate roll, Mouri Ran couldn't help but smile as she watched, "No?"
"Although what I said just now was a bit," She paused for a moment, her eyes curving, "but you look so cute when you're shy, if Mr. Mirai wasn't still here, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch your ear."
"And Mr. Mirai probably sensed that you got nervous when he looked at you and just politely averted his eyes in a thoughtful manner."
"But why did you get nervous when he looked at you?"
Why is it that as soon as you realize that Ichijō Mirai is staring at you, you immediately become dizzy, tense and confused?
Suzuki Sonoko couldn't really tell, she bit down on the cake fork, remembering the first time she met in the sweetness that filled her mouth, her eyebrows relaxed and her eyes brightened, "Well... I don't really know, I was nervous the first time I looked at him," she said, "There's a complexity to it."
"There was a very complicated feeling, obviously very strange, but as if very familiar, but obviously perceived familiar, but very strange, only met for two or three seconds, but I had the feeling that I had been with him for a long, long time."
"And when he got in the car..."
Suzuki Sonoko didn't react at first when the car drifted to a stop, and even though Furuya Rei had warned her in advance, her whole attention was still focused on the horrible weightlessness and impact, and she had a sense of panic that if she relaxed by just one or two minutes, she'd be thrown off the road and fall to the street.
Even though the police officers were trying to protect her, she felt uneasy that something was missing.
But when the car opened, Morofushi Hiromitsu got in, and a second figure appeared outside the door, Suzuki Sonoko was suddenly relieved.
The first thing she saw was red.
The sunlight shining into the depths of her eyes brightened them a bit, reflecting the red color of a child's timid cheeks.
It was only then that she noticed Ichijō Mirai's police uniform, the somewhat slender black wolf tail, and the relaxed smile.
When he got into the car, it was still moving inertially, so he jumped up at a run, his black hair swaying, revealing full, non-aggressive eyes that formed a stern look with moderately light eyebrows.
The wooden plate on his wrist also shook like a wind chime.
It was like a fox wearing a collar.
It was all so fast, but like watching a movie in slow motion for the umpteenth time, Suzuki Sonoko could see all the details in just one uncontrollable glance.
She saw Ichijō Mirai's smiling eyes as he got into the car, scanning the outside and the inside of the car with vigilance, observing from the driver's seat to Hiromitsu Morofushi, who had just gotten in the car, and when he gently swept his eyes over her, they first did not fluctuate, then his eyebrows lifted a little, and a sense of amusement appeared.
It was like a ripple on the surface of a calm lake that had suddenly arisen for herself.
Not many people can resist this kind of heart-thumping feeling that slows down the heart, and Suzuki Sonoko certainly couldn't, and fainted into the red lake on the spot, and her mind stayed so dizzy that she didn't even know when she sat down in Ichijō Mirai's arms, or when she blurted out the words that were in her heart.
She only remembered the pleasant smell she smelled in Ichijō Mirai's arms, a scent that was somewhat like mint, the muscle contours and breathing fluctuations she felt when she buried her cheek in Ichijō Mirai's chest, and the slender neck and Adam's apple that moved slightly as he spoke, the sharp and crisp jawline, and the smile he suddenly lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows to show her.
"I don't know why, but I can't resist his eyes at all. It's like an advanced case of red-eyed adoration, and my heart keeps pounding when I see them," Says Suzuki Sonoko, who can't help but cover her face with her hands, 'and I can't resist his smile either. Every time he smiles, I get a dizzying sensation,' she says.
Just like
But: "When you see a smile."
Suzuki Sonoko hesitated, "I'm afraid of the color red."
It was as if I had seen Ichijō Mirai smile brightly, but then blood spurted out of her head.
She cupped her cheeks and sighed, "Ugh, maybe it's because I've heard some fox stories just before I met Mr. Mirai, I always think of
"Actually, if it's Mr. Mirai, it's not impossible to marry a fox..."
The words are 'it's not impossible', but the tone of voice is not, it's a wiggly, shy cheerfulness.
Mouri Ran sums it up: Suzuki Sonoko is her favorite.
It's nothing new, it's a seven-year buff.
"Actually," She mused, weighing her words, "it's okay for Mr. Mirai to know who you are, right? You're not a kid anymore, and you're only ten years younger than him."
"Ten years old and twenty years old is a big age difference, it's impossible to have a healthy relationship, it's normal for Mr. Mirai to reject it, but seventeen years old and twenty-seven years old, it's not a big deal, is it?"
"In a few years it will be even more nothing, you are adults, adult love some age difference is normal ah."
Said Mouri Ran and whispered: "If Mr. Mirai really cares, although I don't really agree with it... but, didn't you just put on makeup?"
Five minutes before Ichijō Mirai came down, Suzuki Sonoko had just finished applying a bright style of makeup, purposely making her eyebrows a little more colorful and mature, and with her still childish cheek lines, she looked like a pretty woman in her early twenties.
But held up the mirror to see a few minutes, she was very dissatisfied with the same tightly frowned hastily wiped off, wiped wipe also mood plummeted, directly down.
"You look cute without make-up, and you look mature and pretty with make-up, so why did you wipe it off?"
As soon as this question was asked, Mouri Ran saw Suzuki Sonoko's brow furrowing again, and she looked a little unhappy.
She squeezed the handle of her cake fork and poked the cake a little, "It's mature, but..."
"But don't you think it looks bigger than Mr. Mirai, like an older sister?!"
Mouri Ran: "?"
"Eh? No," she was a bit surprised, "Even with the matured makeup, you look only 23 or 24, right? Like you just started working, not too old?"
Ichijō Mirai is 27.
Even if Suzuki Sonoko looks twenty-three or twenty-four with makeup, she's still younger than him, not a pretty sister, but a pretty sister.
Suzuki Sonoko started poking at the cake again.
As she poked and prodded, her lips pursed up, and she said hesitantly, "Actually, maybe it's just an illusion, I feel like..."
"I feel that Mr. Mirai looks almost exactly the same as I remember, just with a different hairstyle and a different style of dress."
"If you fix his hair into a wolf's tail, and wear a police uniform, or more casual student clothes, he'll be exactly the same as the Mr. Mirai I remember, without a single difference."
"But seven years have passed..."
Obviously, seven years have passed, and Ichijō Mirai looks much more mature and gentlemanly, and much more attractive, but ignoring the clothes and hairstyle, when looking at his cheeks, Suzuki Sonoko has the feeling that if he smiles with a broadened brow, his aura instantly takes on the flavor of a youthful and flamboyant schoolboy.
That kind of youthfulness doesn't even belong to an adult, but to a teenager, with the flavor of youthful exuberance.
It's as if the years haven't left a single mark on him.
But do humans really stay the same for seven years?
Twenty and twenty-seven are two very different stages in many people's lives, enough to create a sharp divide.
Of course it's impossible for a normal person.
...But if it's Ichijō Mirai, does it seem normal?
As Suzuki Sonoko pondered this, she caught a bright reflection in her eyes and subconsciously looked out the window.
Outside the window, the black car that seemed to have suddenly broken down on the road and stalled for about a minute returned, driving slowly by with the passenger window open, revealing a man in black sitting inside.
The man in black was wearing a black hat, a black overcoat, and long silver hair that fell below the window edge. He held a cigarette in his mouth, and even though his eyes were cold and stern and he looked like he was not to be messed with, he had a melancholic feeling when he bit into the cigarette.
Suzuki Sonoko: "Huh?"
She looked at the black car that was moving very slowly like a slow moving signpost for a few seconds without paying much attention to it, then looked in the direction of the kitchen, bit down on her cake fork, and said coldly, "It's weird, I feel like the security of the dessert store is slipping away."
"...Mr. Mirai seems to have gone out?"