[Beep.]
[The call has been disconnected.]
After the phone pops up, the call alert hanging at the top of the screen disappears, leaving the text message page, white and black, so bright that Belmode slowly closes his eyes.
It was blinding.
The light of the savior's kindness and goodness was too blinding, and the handsome behavior of his teammates who ran away without looking back was also blinding.
Belmode thinks for a second: can I avoid the 'evil spirit' by pretending to change my cell phone number?
What's very spooky is that, as if reading her thoughts, the next second, the cell phone, which had already been cut off, vibrated again, prompting a new message: [I'm looking at you...]
[Oh sorry to say the wrong word here is not a suspense horror movie set, I can not climb out of the TV, please pretend you did not see this threatening letter, I withdrew...]
The phone vibrated twice in succession, the two messages that had not been tapped by Belmode and were just floating on the top of the screen were still unread, so they were successfully withdrawn.
But Ichijō Mirai's 'bad behavior' didn't go away without leaving two retractions.
As the phone vibrated again, a new threatening message popped up: [I remembered your contact information, so I didn't contact the wrong person...]
[You didn't change your contact information.]
[You're looking at me, Belmode.]
[Don't pretend you don't see it.]
Message after message popped up, so sweet that Belmode could read them all in the preview without even clicking on them.
She stared deeply into the screen of her cell phone, pressed a hand to the back of her neck, and said to herself, "Shit."
Shit, Ichijō Mirai looks excited.
It's not like he's had a good time with the FBI and has gone home to rest, it's like he's in the mood for a good time and can't play with the FBI for a while, so he's scratching around to get her to play with him.
...Damn FBI!
[I'm going to crawl out of the TV.]
The text messages became more and more ghostly and scary, very ghostly and urgent.
[I]
[See]
[You]
[I'm sorry, I wasn't looking at my cell phone,] Belmode replied urgently before Ichijō Mirai could finish his threatening text message.
It's as if she didn't check the previous message from Ichijō Mirai asking to see her.
Ichijō Mirai, too, instantly tightened up, and as if she hadn't just almost turned into an evil spirit that keeps sending out death-defying text messages and trying to crawl out of the screen of her cell phone, politely and cultivatedly replied in a human manner: [Yes...]
[Are you in New York right now?]
Belmode's second reply: [No.]
At the same time as this prompt to follow the human instinct of self-preservation text message sent out, popped up, and also received a new message prompt: [Okay, oh, if not in New York, where are you now? I'm going to find you.]
The two overlapped, and Belmode's eyelids jumped: "..."
The other party had come prepared, and it was obvious that they were looking for her to meet up and play a game of chance.
What's more, it's obvious that she can lie to her brother but not herself, she can lie to Gin with her eyes wide open, 'Oh, he wants to see you, just go and see him, just play, he'll have fun so that he won't be full of energy to make some cases that will put the organization on the top of the list of the world's most illegal organizations, so you can just consider yourself to be sacrificing your own blood pressure for the sake of the organization,' but she can't lie to herself.
She didn't want to play the game of head-to-head, and after a few seconds of cautious and deliberate thinking, she slowly typed: [Actually, I'm carrying out an important task that needs to be kept secret].
In the middle of typing, a new text message alert popped up: [You're not carrying out an important mission that needs to be kept secret that you can't tell me about, are you?]
[Is there a mission so important that you can't tell me about it? Does the organization not trust me? No, I'm loyal to the organization, I'm willing to settle things for the sake of the organization, the organization won't hurt my loyalty, right? No way!]
[Send me the details of the mission to see the sincerity of the organization.]
Belmode: "?"
Her: "..."
She hasn't sent it yet!
The enemy's preparedness is getting stronger and stronger, Belmode's eyelid jumps, she deletes the text she has already typed and retypes it: [Actually].
A new text message alert has appeared: [Actually, you're kidding, and so am I ^ ^]
Belmode: "..."
Third time!
Se, is there such a thing as a mind reader? You can't just read your mind on a cell phone from a distance of 18,000 miles, can you?
Can you block the wall? If you don't, you can't play!
She once again endured the humiliation, and tentatively typed: [You-]
After typing a little, she stopped immediately.
A new message arrived as promised: [No, the FBI is quite fun, I'm not tired of it.]
[There's just one thing...]
[I have a favor to ask...]
In the cold black text of the white screen, Belmode could see a hint of embarrassment in the slowness with which she spoke.
She stared at the 'request', her brow furrowed, alarm bells ringing in her heart, and she was about to type.
This time it was even worse. He didn't even delete the English message from last time. A new message came: [It's not an unreasonable request like 'If it's an unreasonable request, then don't ask'. It's an unreasonable request like 'Please speak up. As an excellent member of the organization, I will definitely do my best to help'^ ^]
[I sold you to the FBI.]
Short words, big impact.
Belmode: "?"
Huh? What?
[The two FBI agents I'm interested in both have grudges against the organization.] Ichijō Mirai's embarrassed tone is vivid, [One has a grudge against Rum, and the other has a grudge against you.]
[I was going to sell Rum to them for fun.]
He looked like a big cat who had picked out a mouse for the kittens to practice catching, and was so adorable he was licking his paws and wagging his tail as if nothing had happened, but I couldn't find Rum.
[I can only find you ^ ^]
Belmode continued: "..."
She gazed deeply, deeply at the smiley symbol at the very end of the text message, calmly urging herself:It's too obvious, don't fall for it, smiley symbol after smiley symbol is obviously ruffling her blood pressure, don't fall for it!
Don't fall for it! If you fall for it, you'll really be a rat being driven by a big cat to train a little cat!
The texts continued, arriving almost as soon as Belmode's thoughts turned: [Don't...]
[I've already arranged for Rum to be there.]
[And Rum might really be caught by the FBI, but he can't.] He seemed like a well-behaved house cat, rubbing against Belmode affectionately and coaxing him, 'You are different from them, you and I are the best in the world.' [But you are different, you won't be caught by the FBI.]
[You and Gin are so close, you must work a lot of overtime, right? So you can relax and play with the FBI on the public's dime.]
[You can tell Mr. Karasuma that I forced you to do it.]
Don't you think so?
Would Cow Cat stop trying to act like a good house cat, so much so that a blind man can't in good conscience say that he's mistaken...
Belmode snaps, and receives a new message: [What are you thinking?]
[You have been betrayed by yourself.]
[Don't think I'm not here, I'm always here.]
Her: "..."
Psychopath.
Like four or five years ago, this psychopath was so extreme that it was so inhuman that it instinctively made humans fear it.
No, it was even more frightening than four or five years ago, at least four or five years ago, Ichijō Mirai needed to 'read minds' from expressions, but now, without even receiving a single reply from Belmode, he could 'read minds' with complete precision.
It gave Belmode a vague sense of horror of being in a neon house with all the doors unlocked and confronting a crazy creepy female ghost.
Ichijō Mirai didn't send any more messages.
Having been 'mind-read' one after another before, Belmode didn't think he hadn't read her thoughts, and knew he was waiting for a reply.
She took a deep breath, and instead of answering, she asked: [How do you chaperone?]
At the same time this message was sent, she received a reply, [Okay, I knew you were smarter than Rum ^ ^]
[I told the FBI that I could take you out, see if they pick a time and place, but you can also have Red pick the time and Blue pick the map, if you have a map you want to pick.]
...As if you're playing a game!
Belmode's fists got hard.
She received another text message: [so annoying, white clothes really show dirt, I'm not a ghost that crawls out of the TV, as to see me screaming and crawling to escape, too timid right...]
[Sigh, I want to draw a 300 meter circle around me, and kill everyone who hears the screams...]
Belmode: "?"
Her fists suddenly stop being hard, and soften enough to bend and type: [Wait! That kind of thing]
Before she could finish typing, she received a new text message alert: [Filling in the threat is really comforting.]
Belmode closes her eyes, adjusts her breathing, and loosens her teeth.
She remembers that she only managed to send one message from the beginning to the end:[I'm out on a mission, I'll be back in New York afterward, so let's pick the airport as a training site.]
And then a reply: [How are you going to convince the FBI in Washington?]
Why not kill them all.
While speaking up for the FBI was a big shock to other black or white people, if Ichijō Mirai was really going to kill the FBI headquarters, Belmode had to say it.
She and Gin were already feeling a deep sense of powerlessness at being part of the same organization as Satan, the world's leading terrorist organization known internationally as Satan and the organization behind him.
If 'Satan and the Organization Behind Him' became the world's top terrorist organization, and succeeded in achieving [Known to the world], [Enemy to all], and [Time passes, a hundred years passes, but 'Satan and the Organization Behind Him' is still in the hearts of the people for a hundred years] and so on, she would really despair even more.
Ichijō Mirai: [I don't know...]
Belmode: "?"
[Akai Shūichi says he'll convince the FBI,] Ichijō Mirai didn't seem to notice Belmode's question mark popping up, [I think he'll be able to convince them.]
He wasn't too concerned, [It's fine, no FBI will object to my cooperation with them anyway.]
The ones that did are dead, right?
Belmode: "..."
You really want to kill the suit!!!!
She holds her tongue, [Since he's an Akai, he should be able to convince the FBI. I remember his parents.]
Let's hope the father doesn't have a son.
[By the way,] Ichijō Mirai added, [remember to stay away from me, they don't know I'm 'Satan'.]
He sent a smile and added slowly, [They think I'm some poor guy who got in and out of the organization by mistake for various reasons.]
Poor guy, Ichijō Mirai.
Is this something that can be connected?
Belmode fixed her eyes three or four times, suddenly losing that little bit of confidence in her just-'tiger-fathered' expectations due to Akai Shūichi's and Judy's excessive blindness, [Okay.]
Her fists hardened again, at the two blind ones who'd dared to talk nonsense with their eyes wide open.
The Organization was certainly more of a criminal organization, but when lined up with Ichijō Mirai, it was always in the victim's position, wasn't it? Why are those two FBI agents acting like Ichijō Mirai is the victim? That's a serious insult to the organization!
If it's 'being a mouse teaching kittens how to catch', and the FBI can't catch them, then...
Belmode's mind moved: since I'm here now, why not give the blind guy a slap?
＊
The text message did not receive a reply for a long time, after a half a minute, Belmode returned a: [Okay?]
When he saw it, Ichijō Mirai had just come out of the bathroom, checking the text while toweling off his overgrown hair, and casually saying to the person sitting on the couch, "Sorry, I accidentally made your bathroom dirty, so I'm going to have to ask you to clean it yourself."
On the sofa sat a kind-hearted person who had enthusiastically helped Ichijō Mirai in his time of distress, and who was also his friend.
The kind friend gave a smile that was worse than a cry and sat extra tight on the couch, "Yes, yes, please, may I leave the couch and go clean the bathroom?"
"Go ahead, your house, don't ask me," Ichijō Mirai replied, replying to the message again, [Yes, it's a relaxing recreational activity anyway, feel free to have fun.]
He didn't need to convince the FBI.
Akai Shūichi didn't need to convince his coworkers either.
When confronted with a ruthless and powerful enemy, human beings automatically band together, even if they're natural enemies, police and criminals.
Oh, and the 'ruthless enemy' doesn't refer to him, it refers to Belmode.
^^