Bad luck is for Morofushi Hiromitsu, relief and happiness are for everyone.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
As he was used to it, he just sat down with his eyes downcast, and after a few seconds, he hesitantly said, "You..."
Unfortunately, Ichijō Mirai was on to him.
Fortunately, he had guessed exactly how 'unlucky' he would be.
"You investigated me?"
And how was that bad luck?
Just by recalling the child he'd caught a glimpse of a few minutes before, Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't even need to think to be sure.
Ichijō Mirai's criminal-like attitude aside, the speed with which he reacted to Morofushi Hiromitsu's explanation of the unusual expression on his face was enough to show that he, too, recognized the girl's resemblance to 'Yuri'.
However, the police academy's records are not that detailed, and even the case is not well documented, let alone the death of a child who seemed to have nothing to do with the case.
The only way Ichijō Mirai could have recognized him is if he had investigated the case himself.
As a detective who has investigated Ichijō Mirai over and over again, Morofushi Hiromitsu has put himself in the shoes of others, thinking that it's normal for people like him to look into each other's pasts, and that it's acceptable.
He's just a little uncomfortable with the current trend of apparently holding public 'court' sessions...
When he 'held court' with Ichijō Mirai, it was always a one-on-one conversation in a private moment...
"Have you thought of a reason?"
Ichijō Mirai sat down on the tatami mat and smiled and nodded politely at Morofushi Hiromitsu, "If you haven't, we'll each share one second, and you'll have another five seconds to prepare your last words."
Morofushi Hiromitsu again: "..."
Anyone could have said in all seriousness, "Morofushi-san, how could you lie to us? Do you not trust us? Don't you think we're real friends? Say it! But not Ichijō Mirai.
He's a repeat offender.
"What are you thinking?"'' Habitual offender' was sitting upright, "Please take care of the defendant, you have offended me deeply and repeatedly, and we now solemnly sentence you to be deprived of your right to last words."
He turned his head, and explained to the others, "Morofushi-san has just met an enemy,"
"-Yes, the one who killed his parents."
...
Morofushi Hiromitsu's mind spun sluggishly, digesting the words, "What?"
The words of the others, half a beat behind, came out in unison, "Huh?"
"What?!"
"The man who killed Morofushi's parents."
"A foe?"
"A case in Nagano Prefecture?" Furuya Rei had to be shocked to be sure, and even more shocked to ask, "How do you know?!"
He had already sat down, and almost stood up in shock at his words, "Where?"
Arrest him!
'How did Ichijō Mirai know who the murderer was?' The thought had only been in his mind for less than half a second, before the words 'Really? "Is it true?", "Is this a mistake? Before a series of questions like 'Is it true?', 'Is it a mistake?', or 'Is it possible to recognize the wrong person?' came to mind, he was crushed by 'Ichijō Mirai is right', and he went straight to the next stage: How to arrest the murderer?
Furuya Rei himself didn't pay much attention to this short reaction time of less than a second.
After all, Ichijō Mirai had already shone brightly in tiny Tokyo, stunning everyone to the point of shutting their eyes a few times, so he was used to it.
But Ichijō Mirai noticed.
He glanced over at Furuya Rei, then at the frowning Morofushi Hiromitsu, and nodded, "Yes, it's the murderer."
"We can't arrest him now, there are too many people around, all he has to do is hold one of them hostage and he'll force us to give him up."
If we were to continue arresting the culprit in the face of coercion, it wouldn't be a big deal for a council member to bow and apologize for the immaturity of a police cadet who pursued a hostage without regard for the hostage.
But it's not necessary to be pestered by the other students as octopus to persuade the assistant.
"Please pay attention to Morofushi Hiromitsu-san, who doesn't say anything on the surface but has a plan in mind," Ichijō Mirai spoke up, emphasizing, "Don't act on your own initiative, if the culprit takes the hostage, we have to focus on the hostage, if you try to shoot the hostage or the culprit at a time like this, I'll be angry, and I'll pickle you in an octopus tank."
He said it with a straight face.
Morofushi Hiromitsu reacted for a few seconds to that short sentence, before responding slowly, "Uh..."
Is he talking about himself?
The great Savior-san would hold a grudge if he dared to disagree, so he suppressed his objection and hesitated for a long time before slowly asking, "Did you find the culprit?"
"He's in the neighborhood, and what you just said at the door,"
He reacted, somewhat incredulously, "Could it be that he..."
Could it be that after all these years, he's even crazier, still unwilling to believe that his daughter is dead, saw a child who looked like his daughter, and even though his daughter should have become an adult by now, he still decided that the young child was his daughter, and followed her?
Then, that child and the child's parents are in danger!
"Yes," Ichijō Mirai nodded, "he recognized the child as 'Yuri', and planned to take her away when there were too many people, preferably quietly if he could, or kill her parents and take her by force if he couldn't."
As he said that, he suddenly turned his head to look at the wall behind him while stretching out his hand, "Being targeted by such a madman, they are now in a dangerous situation."
Just as he reached out his hand, a small window in the wall opened up a crack, and a waiter carrying a tray quietly glanced into the room through the crack, just in time to meet up with Ichijō Mirai, and was so startled that he shook both the tray and the food on it.
"Thank you," Ichijō Mirai reaches out and snatches the tray, casually handing it again to Morofushi Hiromitsu, who sits next to him, "so we have to get to them before they get hurt."
He waited a few seconds before taking the tray from the waiter once more, "Bring him to justice."
Once a dozen trays had been diligently received and the table had been filled with plates for single meals, Ichijō Mirai finally withdrew his hand, "OK, I'm going to start,"
"In five minutes and thirty-two seconds, the second group of cadets will arrive, so you can send them a message telling them what's going on, and have them work in groups of two or three to pretend to be diners."
"We're already on his radar. We can't get too close. It'll raise alarm bells."
Second batch of cadets?
Oh, the girls in the sorority...
Matsuda Jinpei tried to hold back, and then held back again. He held back for a moment, picked up his phone and edited the message for a while, but then couldn't hold back again, "Wait, you haven't told us what the characteristics of the criminal are, right?"
Why do you look like once you specify who the culprit is, they will jump out in unison, bring down a piece of pots and pans and step over a bunch of innocent people, and fall from the sky to kill the culprit with a worried look?
That's what they should be worried about!
And: "Although I don't have a girlfriend, and I've always been regarded as someone who doesn't want to have a girlfriend, you're even more unlikely to have a girlfriend than I am, and you're definitely not going to have a girlfriend in the future, are you?"
It was just an offhand remark.
However, to his horror, after saying that, Matsuda Jinpei realized that Ichijō Mirai actually hesitated.
He didn't say anything.
But the slight movement of his eyebrows and the look in his eyes seemed to say: ...please, what did I do wrong?
What's even more shocking is that after just one hesitant glance, Ichijō Mirai withdrew his gaze thoughtfully, and his already furrowed brow widened.
He still didn't say anything, but it was as if he had spoken: It's okay, I'll change it.
Matsuda Jinpei:"..."
"What do you mean? What did you mean by that look you just gave me?! Did I misunderstand you, Morofushi? Morofushi! Morofushi, translate what that guy's eyes meant? I'm blind!"
"A guy like you actually has a person you like?!"
"She hasn't agreed to your advances yet?"
His pupils quake, "Who's so unlucky, ah no-"
"Who's so brave?"
How dare you say no to the great, kind and unforgiving Savior? You should at least sleep with two eyes open at night.