The wind was still rushing into the helicopter.
With the wind forcibly squeezing out the oxygen, and the sound of the wind muffling the sound of human voices, Suzuki Sonoko looked around in confusion, first at the open hatch and Kaitō Kiddo, who was already spreading his wings in the snowy night, and then at Ichijō Mirai.
Snowflakes flew up to her eyelashes and melted into wetness as she blinked, "Kai-Kaitō Kiddo?"
She said what everyone was subconsciously wondering, "Why is Kaitō Kiddo here?"
There aren't any random treasures here!
If anything, there was something that Kaitō Kiddo might care about: a detective.
"Mr. Mirai," Suzuki Sonoko whispered, "is Kaitō Kiddo here to see you?"
She looked outside and at Ichijō Mirai again, her eyes scanning back and forth, quickly noticing something, "Huh, wait, why isn't Mr. Red Herring here?!"
"He, he's Kaitō Kiddo?!"
The helicopter was so noisy that she didn't really sleep very much, and because she was sensitive to Ichijō Mirai's voice, she could vaguely hear a few scattered conversations, and when she woke up to the steeply thinning air and the knife-like wind, the first thing she saw was the gusty winds, and the second thing she saw was the flash of white in the air, and Kaitō Kiddo had already laughed and slipped out of the room.
That's why Suzuki Sonoko is a bit puzzled: Kaitō Kiddo sensed the existence of a good detective and came to issue a challenge, but it doesn't seem to have left behind some kind of weird challenge that everyone can see at a glance, does it?
Moreover, he didn't even have much of a presence, he looked like an unlucky friend who was innocently implicated in a murder, he didn't provoke the detective, he didn't try to find out the detective's background, he was just like every magic enthusiast except the murderer, he even escaped and boarded the helicopter quite casually, and he only just suddenly revealed his identity and said a few words, and then he left the scene.
It's not like he came here to give a challenge to his opponent, but rather like a childish man who got an itch to tug on his crush's hair, and then laughed and secretly observed whether the girl cared about him or not.
Or the childish one who's just 'here we are, here we go'...
"Well," Ichijō Mirai glanced sideways, reaching out to hold back Suzuki Sonoko, who had leaned forward a little, while he himself leaned in to close the hatch, "it's Kaitō Kiddo."
He met Suzuki Sonoko's blank eyes, and after a moment's thought, explained, "It's not here for me,"
"Probably came for some other purpose, had that purpose resolved, got a little curious about me, and stayed for a while, trying to get my attention."
Ichijō Mirai's tone was a bit subtle when he said that.
A kind of subtlety where he was recognized as an NPC by other players who were jumping up and down to ask for quests.
Kaitō Kiddo's behavior is strange.
Kaitō Kiddo could have left right after the fire, or when the police arrived, both of which would have been perfect times for him to exit, as everyone's attention would have been diverted away from the others, but he didn't, and it's strange that he followed the plane and waited until Ichijō Mirai 'woke up' from his nap before waddling off.
A normal person faced with this kind of behavior would have been puzzled by the logic of Kaitō Kiddo's actions, and would not have been able to figure out the reason for it in half a year's time.
But Ichijō Mirai looks familiar: isn't this the criminal trying to attract the attention of the police?
In theory, criminals should avoid the police.
However, the level of human beings is always different, there are better criminals, and there are better police, and a few good criminals actively enjoy the excitement of chasing and fighting with the police, so they pay extra attention to the police who are capable of doing so, and use various methods to attract the attention of the other side.
If the other party is already in charge of chasing him/her, then both parties will be happy, and immediately start to tug and pull, and both parties will experience the excitement of walking on the edge of a cliff.
If the other party is not responsible for the pursuit of their own, then the criminals will have to use the means to make their favorite police have to chase their own, the police from the other criminals to snatch the hand, in general, the means or to leave a variety of provocative signals to stimulate the police to take the initiative to come over, or take the initiative to express the interest in the fight, so that the police superiors comprehensive consideration of all kinds of police transfer to the task force.
This kind of criminal, in the soil of chaos and thrive and grow unchecked, Japan rarely appear in the field of such a leader, but Japan's masters there are a lot.
The FBI was one of the most victimized, and Ichijō Mirai had naturally heard of, and seen, many of these criminals.
But...
This was the first time that he wasn't a criminal, nor was he a special expert for the police, but he was treated as a very righteous existence like the police, and as a detective, he was intentionally provoked by a criminal to attract attention and make his presence felt...
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
There was a subtle sense of being called Grandma by her tail when she ran into Little Red Riding Hood while walking along the road without even going to Grandma's house.
He said, "Never mind."
The thing to care about is: ...how come Kaitō Kiddo looks exactly like Kudō Shinichi?
While searching the news for Kudō, Ichijō Mirai saw photos of Kudō Yūsaku and Kudō Shinichi, and confirmed that the face under the white bowler hat and monocle was definitely Kudō Shinichi's. He hypothesized two possibilities: Kaitō Kiddo and Kudō Shinichi.
He hypothesized two possibilities.
One, just like the 'Red Herring' disguise, which was so vivid and vivid that it looked like the real thing when it wasn't examined, Kaitō Kiddo's face when he slipped away was also a disguise.
Secondly, it's Kaitō Kiddo's real face.
Ichijō Mirai should rationally favor I, and I is more likely to do so.
But people don't share the same sadness and happiness, but their thoughts are contagious, perhaps because Morofushi Hiromitsu's micro-expressions are highly contagious when his thoughts are moving at a fast pace, Ichijō Mirai's first thought when he saw Kaitō Kiddo's face was: "Twin"?
And the second thought was: Detective and thief? The Black and White Twins?
The third thought was: 'I like you, and my girlfriend likes you too, so I want you and me, and my girlfriend to go deeper together...'
Before these Morofushi-style slanderous thoughts unfolded with Morofushi-style speed in a second, Ichijō Mirai cut himself off in time, telling himself: "If you've been in the rain, don't tear up other people's umbrellas.
Ichijō Mirai adds a reason that he can't resist: if you're going to tear it, you can't do it now, you should bring Kudō Shinichi and Kaitō Kiddo to Morofushi-san's face and then tear it up again, to satisfy Morofushi-san's imagination, to draw Morofushi-san's attention away from them, and to make Morofushi-san, dearly loved by him, shocked and shocked! Pity another pair of black and white twins.
Kudō Shinichi and Kaitō Kiddo may not be black and white.
But they could be.
So here's the problem: seven years ago, Kudō Shinichi was in elementary school and good enough to go to the police academy, but where was Kaitō Kiddo?
I had to find him in the game to distract Morofushi Hiromitsu.
While thinking about this, Ichijō Mirai looked away and looked serious: "He might come back to me again in the near future, so it's best if you..."
It's best to stay away from him.
Not just recently, not just temporarily, but all the time.
The words spun around in his mouth, and a flash of green appeared in Ichijō Mirai's shifted gaze.
Suzuki Sonoko tilted her head sideways, her green eyes staring back at him, "Huh?"
She didn't blink, as if she knew that soon Ichijō Mirai would surely look away, so she seized every second to stare carefully, more carefully than a cat staring at a cat ball or a student sketching, her eyes round, and with a few pressed light blushes imprinted on one side of her pale cheeks, "Me?"
'You tell me, Mr. Mirai, and I'll listen.'
Suzuki Sonoko's eyes were speaking, speaking sincere words that expressed trust.
But as she realized that Ichijō Mirai was avoiding looking at her, she still pretended not to look away, adding an extra layer of cunning to her sincere trust: 'If I don't like what I'm hearing, then I didn't hear it!
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He's dangerous.
Not just around him, but in person, a presence Suzuki Sonoko shouldn't get close to, and she doesn't know that, but he should know that, and stay away.
But then again: "...You should be careful these days, walk to and from school with a friend, and don't come to me,"
"If anything happens," Ichijō Mirai said, "call me and I'll come to you."
Then he changed his tone, "If you want to see me, you can contact me."
Suzuki Sonoko: "Hey?!"
Her eyes seemed to instantly light up with a few glittering stars, "Really! Can you be contacted!"
Then she cautiously raised a finger, "Well, can I ask a question?"
"At noon, what's Mr. Mirai's refresh rate at noon?"
"Shouldn't it be safe at the sweet store? I often go to the sweet store for lunch, so you don't have to come looking for me, but,"
However, Ichijō Mirai was rarely successful.
So, what's the probability of Ichijō Mirai's refreshing?
Ichijō Mirai, who only came downstairs at regular intervals in the beginning, and soon became very irregular about when she came downstairs and when she ate her meals, allowing the two Ishida's to enjoy three unstressed, happy meals every day:"..."
This...
He shifted his eyes, "I'm not very busy these days, so I'll probably go downstairs more often."
It's true that he's not very busy.
Lately, in the game, there's only one thing Ichijō Mirai needs to deal with urgently: a quick revenge on Akai Shūichi.
If Morofushi Hiromitsu is innocent, is Akai Shūichi innocent?
If Akai Shūichi was driving on the left side of the car, wasn't that a provocation to Ichijō Mirai?
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Akai Shūichi paused for a moment while drinking his coffee.
Jodie was flipping through the papers, and as she did, a boredom that she couldn't hide came through, and the further she looked, the more she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "With a guy like that, they're trying to make an arrest, trying to thwart him..."
She noticed Akai Shūichi's sudden pause and turn of the head to look back and wondered, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Akai Shūichi put down his coffee cup and brought his eyes back, "It's just that,"
It's just that, for a moment, a very bad feeling spread up his back.
It was as if intuition had skipped the warning and gone straight to mourning: rest in peace, amen.
This intuition was so inexplicable that within a few seconds of thinking, Akai Shūichi automatically deduced the answer, following up on the pause, "It's just that, presumably, he knew that someone was trying to discourage him."
Ichijō Mirai.
Neither of them called Ichijō Mirai by any of his various names, but only pointed to him by the word 'he', which they all knew.
Jodie raised an eyebrow, "Even if HQ just sent the document half an hour ago?"
"Even if it's been half an hour since HQ issued the document," Akai Shūichi said in a calm tone, correcting himself, "it's because it's HQ's decision."
For the FBI, New York is a special place.
Special in the sense that four or five years ago, the New York branch of the FBI received a mission to Tokyo and successfully delivered three waves of heads, contributing a little bit of their own insignificant power to a bloodbath that shook the international community.
For a long time, the New York FBI was a bit of a bad name, a perfect synonym for bad luck.
People are not very willing to be the New York FBI this point aside, in the loss of most of the living forces, the New York FBI forces also withered down, compared to other FBI divisions, more or less strength.
So, in this time, the approval of the New York FBI handed over the 'sos, there are criminals, can not fight, can not be caught, was fooled, he wants to cooperate, is a promise, promise, promise, or promise, the boss you say a word ah boss' document, the headquarters of the first skeptical and then skeptical suspicion, the first attitude is not 'how powerful that criminal? It's 'The New York branch is too much'.
It was an attitude of contempt for the New York FBI Division and Ichijō Mirai.
Akai Shūichi didn't think there was anything to despise the New York FBI division, after all, if the New York division was really strong, he wouldn't have risen to the middle and upper echelons of the hierarchy so quickly as a rookie.
However, to belittle Ichijō Mirai...
With Ichijō Mirai's skill, Akai Shūichi had no doubt that he wouldn't be able to get his hands on this document.
Only the timing of his getting it was in doubt.
"Perhaps," Akai Shūichi corrected himself again, "he saw it at the same time we got it."
"Or perhaps, he saw it before we did."
The HQ was being a bit dismissive.
Ichijō Mirai knew that it was only a matter of time before HQ's attitude came to the fore, not the point, but the point was: how would he react to it?
Akai Shūichi didn't think that Ichijō Mirai was a good-tempered person, even if he always had a smile on his face when we met.
The criminals who brought the term 'master' to the FBI and Akai Shūichi himself were all indications of a criminal who was more cold-blooded than a wolf, more cunning than a fox, and more vicious than a cat, but who had a firm goal in mind.
In the middle of his thoughts, Akai Shūichi's cell phone vibrated, and he lowered his eyes to look at it, his dark green eyes narrowing, "Now, right now, right now, let me beat..."
Halfway through the message, he paused, "He withdrew it."
The next second, Jodie's cell phone rang.
She was walking towards Akai Shūichi, and on her way to read the text message, she glanced down at the phone, her eyes fixed, and read the message as well, "Dear Ms. FBI, I've investigated what you want to know, and I was wondering if you'd be able to spare an hour out of your busy schedule to give it to me?"
"Please choose your favorite restaurant and time and I will be there on time."
It's a light-hearted, non-offensive message.
If only Akai Shūichi hadn't just read out a small part of that withdrawn message.
After reading it, Jodie was silent for a few moments, and slowly asked, "The decision was made by the headquarters, and I'm the unlucky one, right?"