Ichijō Mirai:"..."
The members of the organization in front of him seemed like a hodgepodge. His left eye asked, 'Should we start from those who are close, or those who are far away?', his right eye asked, 'Should we start from the men, or the women?', and his brows were furrowed with questions, 'Should we start from the order of age, or from the order of the zodiac sign and birth month?'
As if Ichijō Mirai had given the order, he would not hesitate to create a bloodshed so brutal that it would make the police think that a chaotic killing spree had taken place at the scene of the crime when they investigated it afterwards, or so elegant that the police would be surprised to find that the deaths of each person had been in an interlocking order when they investigated the case.
The third member of the messy organization was like this, as was the fourth member of the organization who listened silently and only nodded seriously when his companions spoke.
Only, he wasn't a mess, he was a bird of prey.
From the moment he realized how many living, breathing people there were, he held his breath, looking at Ichijō Mirai with a respectful, tense gaze, even shivering slightly at the hem of his shirt as he paused to walk, like a student who hadn't memorized a single word of a text and was waiting for his teacher to name him on the list of the month's shootings.
And as Ichijō Mirai was briefly silenced by the third member of the organization, he kept his head bowed, cautiously peeked over from below, and demonstrated his loyalty with a thin airy voice, "Whatever Mr. Mirai commands, this humble servant will do his best."
He also subtly mentioned several methods of killing, "The fire's still out, I've brought a few black guns, and one of the helicopters has been tampered with ahead of time so that it can 'accidentally' crash,"
"Mr. Mirai, whatever you want to do to get rid of these people that interest you, you can leave it to us to do it," the fourth member of the organization said respectfully, "As a member of the police force, I have a lot of experience in inaction, and I can be sure that the police will never detect a single trace of you."
If this were a game, a yellow quest box would have popped up over the member's head: [Unknown member of an organization who wants to become a murderer].
He wants to be a murderer because he doesn't want to be a dead person anymore.
This member of the organization gave Ichijō Mirai the subtle illusion of being a skilled chef who specialized in preparing all kinds of delicacies, while the other living people were vegetables and meat, and the members of the organization were lemons and apples that could be chopped up and added to the dishes to give them a better texture.
The members of the organization actively proposed not to harm the side dishes in order to prevent the chef, who had been out of the game for years, from making a meal that was full of colors and flavors and had a side dish for every main dish.
...As far as it is.
The subtle attitude of an ordinary person who tries to run faster than the others to survive a natural disaster that he can't resist is not like dealing with an ordinary researcher, but, rather, like, a person who is trying to survive a natural disaster that he can't resist.
In the middle of his thoughts, Ichijō Mirai ran down one train of thought, and held the other in his hand, "No need."
He looked down at his bracelet and turned it around, and another thought popped up and caught the thought spinning... why is the bracelet black, and the system alert is blue, when the crystal red color like blood is the most beautiful...?
But after a few seconds, he stopped this boring thought and turned expressionless: his attention was diverted....
...Damn 'Ichijō Mirai'.
This time, however, it seemed to be better than the previous situation, instead of not even noticing his attention being diverted like he did in the beginning, or like when he was being deliberately played with by 'Ichijō Mirai', as if he had thought a lot but hadn't come up with anything useful, as well as the sour feeling of his brain being rummaged around by the tentacles, he quickly reacted to the situation in almost no time at all.
Ichijō Mirai was having a hard time not frowning, "You don't have to do anything, just follow normal police procedure."
After a moment's thought, he explained as if casually, "A single life is too much attention, and a large murder in the middle of nowhere can easily be suppressed by the police, it might not even make the news, so forget it."
Two members of the organization: "..."
You said it, didn't you? "All alive", you said it?
They were intimidated: "!!!!!!!"
Ichijō Mirai managed to divert his attention, but pretending not to know, he naturally looked at Suzuki Sonoko.
Suzuki Sonoko hadn't heard the organization members rustling around and urging them to do it, but she had noticed that they were keeping their voices down and looking at the others as they spoke, as if they were whispering in fear of being overheard.
After a moment's hesitation, she went to Mouri Ran and Conan with warm water to warm up the two cold sufferers.
When she caught Ichijō Mirai's eye, she was slightly bent over, propped up on her knees, watching Mouri Ran feed Conan, and as she watched, she looked up alertly as if sensing something, "Huh?"
"What is it, Mr. Mirai?"
Before she could raise her eyes completely to see that the source of the sense of sight was Ichijō Mirai, the subconscious question came out of Suzuki Sonoko's mouth.
She took three steps to get close to Ichijō Mirai again, looked curiously at the two members of the organization, and guessed, "Do you want me to tell you about the chat room and this party?"
and gulped down the question of why the two officers looked a little stiff, not like brave living officers, but like snakes that had been pulled out of their burrows during hibernation and stiffened into sticks on the spot.
Were they scared by the murder?
But they're police officers, they just listened to the statement and looked at the flames, they didn't even see the body in the fire, and they're scared, that's pretty lame...
Almost immediately after this thought came to her mind, Suzuki Sonoko heard Ichijō Mirai's voice, "Yes, these two officers were very surprised to hear that both the villa fire and the drawbridge fire were maliciously set by someone, and they were also told that some people were missing from the fire, and that it was probably fatal, so they wanted to ask you to find out more about the situation."
His voice was gentle and unhurried.
Suzuki Sonoko could tell that Ichijō Mirai, even in the face of a somewhat unprofessional police officer who was scared stiff at the mere news of a death, reacting in the same way as an underage high school student, was kind enough to explain and calm him down, and even helped to explain, "It's difficult to collect the bodies of those who died in the fire in their entirety, and even more so when they're in their coffins afterward, the police have to collect the bones carefully, so they have to collect the bodies in one piece. The police must carefully collect the bones, but now the manpower is insufficient and in the snow, the two officers have some difficulties."
"Some difficulties"
Low IQ: Not very professional, just hear about a murder and get scared, very lame.
High IQ: Blame yourself for not being able to stay and evacuate as soon as possible because of the natural disaster, and not being able to collect the bodies perfectly.
Suzuki Sonoko was in awe. "I see."
What a euphemism, what an emotional intelligence, what a gentle disposition, what a kind heart!
As expected of a furry, he can warm humans even in the snow.
Although she wasn't being warmed herself, Suzuki Sonoko seemed to feel the warmth from the furry, and her eyes shone brightly as she stared straight into Ichijō Mirai's slightly drooping red eyes, and said from the bottom of her heart, "That's very kind of you, Mr. Mirai!"
She noticed that Ichijō Mirai's eyes were a lighter shade of red, similar to blood, with the pupil in the center widening out into a deeper circle of red, which became more pronounced when he lowered his eyes to look down, reflecting the brighter light of the moon and snow.
And Ichijō Mirai wasn't looking straight at her.
In the second, Ichijō Mirai, who had just lowered his eyes to look down, shifted his gaze and his pupils shifted sideways, focusing on the air five or six centimeters from Suzuki Sonoko's cheek.
Perhaps because her eyes were covered for almost the entire time of that childhood encounter, with only the occasional glimpses of red in the reflections of various glass mirrors, Suzuki Sonoko loved to look directly into Ichijō Mirai's eyes, and even more so, she loved to stare straight ahead, each time appearing to be like an artist enraptured with a painting that could be described as the crown of art.
Staring, she realized that Ichijō Mirai had shifted his gaze again, focusing downward a bit, part of his dark pupils obscured by his eyelids, and after only a few seconds he turned his head sideways to look at the two police officers, leaving Suzuki Sonoko with a side view of his red eyes, the red eyes hidden by the black hair that had fallen down just so.
He said to the two officers, "The fire is still out, I'm afraid we can't go into the fire to look for the bodies without equipment, we'll have to wait for daylight before sending more officers to search, we'd better leave now,"
There was the sound of shoes on snow.
Ichijō Mirai turned his head sideways again, almost with his back to Suzuki Sonoko, and saw Takagi Wataru and the handcuffed Tanaka Kikue approaching, and said with a serious and reasoned voice, "In case of an accident while searching, it's..."
A flash of brown shifted at the edge of his vision, slowly brushing up against him, and he glanced down with his afterglow to find Suzuki Sonoko automatically shifting to follow him like a curious owl, her green eyes still blinking at him.
After a few seconds of looking at him, she realized, and apologized in a small voice: "I'm sorry I'm sorry, Mr. Mirai, I shouldn't have stared at you,"
"Because, uh."
"Because it looks like a snowflake just fell on your hair!"
Ichijō Mirai: "."
He doesn't meet Suzuki Sonoko's bright green eyes, only nods: "Really? It's still snowing, it's normal to have snowflakes."
"What about it, Officer Takagi?"
Takagi Wataru looked at Ichijō Mirai, who didn't change his face, and Suzuki Sonoko, who looked over at the sound of his voice, and hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes, I'll listen to you, Mr. Mirai, it just so happens that Conan seems to have developed a high fever again, and if we delay it any longer it might get worse, so let's go now!"
"Inoue, you assist Mr. Mirai to arrange for everyone to get on the helicopter as soon as possible."
"...Inoue?"
While pressing the murderer and planning to board the helicopter first, he instructed the fourth officer, and as he was talking, he realized that the other officer wasn't moving at all, but was looking at Suzuki Sonoko.
He was looking at Suzuki Sonoko with pity.
More emotional than a priest looking at a penitent rich follower, his compassion was so overwhelming that he hardly looked at a survivor, but rather at a ghost who didn't feel dead.
Takagi Wataru: "?"
He continued to walk, somewhat confused: did Inoue know Ms. Suzuki and sympathize with her when she was killed while out on the town?
It doesn't make sense that someone who knows Ms. Suzuki would be in his twenties and still be a junior police officer!
He was puzzled.
Ichijō Mirai, on the other hand, said clearly, once again: "..."
He wanted to pack up all the members of the organization into a helicopter that had been tampered with in advance.
Against the respectful vigilance of the Organization members and their pity for Suzuki Sonoko, he boarded the helicopter with no expression on his face.
Helicopter travel in snowy weather had its drawbacks, as visibility was low and the pilot had to concentrate on the helicopter to avoid any accidents that could ruin the whole group.
So it's hard.
Within ten minutes of getting into the helicopter, there's a big helicopter.
Under Suzuki Sonoko's nine-minute quiet gaze, Ichijō Mirai closed his eyes, "...I'll get some shut-eye."
It's on!
The game doesn't have Suzuki Sonoko's almost unblinking gaze, but there are various alerts that keep popping up, not in the lower right corner, but directly in the field of view, and in an instant they densely occupy Ichijō Mirai's line of sight.
[[Bank Robbery] has been completed, checking...]
[Emergency Rescue] has been completed, checking...]
[Congratulations, your reputation in Tokyo has risen dramatically, and the Suzuki Group's friendliness has been raised to [Respect]...]
[[Anointed One]: The moment the blood moon fell...]
[[Spiritual Leader]: Whenever...]
[[If There's a Divine Help]...]
[Due to Suzuki Group's charitable activities, some wild animals have increased their friendliness towards you...]
[Due to the Suzuki Group's rescue activities...]
[100 million yen has been deducted due to...an increase in hidden assets...]
[Ding! Completion level detected at [100%]. Hidden rewards have been activated. Rewards are being generated...]
[Generating...]
[Generation complete.]
[Congratulations, you've earned a business card [Messiah]/[Satan]!]