Morofushi Hiromitsu thought Ichijō Mirai was a good thing.
When it was a good thing, Ichijō Mirai was really a good thing, literally, and Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't have any intention of cursing Savior-san for not being a human being, but a thing.
But now, he was a little shaken, so shaken that he repeatedly looked behind the stall, as if he could see the original stall owner, who was resting peacefully at the back, through the layers and layers of temporary stall coverings.
Of course, the original stall owner was not resting as if he were dead, but he was resting in a coma.
In addition, his body was bound and his mouth was gagged.
This is...
This is 'making friends'.
That's what Ichijō Mirai, who was knocked out, tied up and carried in a single motion, said.
There's a slight lack of persuasive power, even from Savior-san's mouth, it only makes a 2 or 3 year old hesitate, but anyone older who hears it will silently stare at Savior-san, just like Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Silently staring at Savior-san, who spoke with a straight face, worked cleanly, arrogantly, and skillfully, and who was not a first-timer, but a skilled worker.
...God damn it!
Their 'Messiah' was really led astray by 'Satan'?!
Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't dare to think, let alone think about it, didn't dare to run the slightest thought to remember the time when he was disguised as a criminal: Ichijō Mirai had gained the spontaneous trust and support of a lot of people in Tokyo, and as a criminal, he had made the people firmly believe that he was a good police officer, and called him a friend, and helped him and his classmates enthusiastically.
He put '...wait...those people...no...no way?!!!' Trying to empty his mind, he reminded himself of the impossibility.
Ichijō Mirai couldn't have done that.
Even if he did, wouldn't the people who were helping them out, and the cadets who were waiting for orders alone, tell the cadets about the evil they had suffered?
Definitely... but not necessarily.
Morofushi Hiromitsu thought, 'We didn't tell the instructors about the 'evil deeds' of the great Savior either.'
Ichijō Mirai has a charm that makes people swallow their bitterness, even when it's spoon fed to them with a smile on his face.
But...
Morofushi Hiromitsu thought: Even if he didn't trust the cadets and thought that they were accomplices, if they were really 'befriended' by the police who were investigating after the drill, would the people still hide it...?
They're really good at hiding it.
That's Ichijō Mirai. If he wanted to, he could get the people to shut up voluntarily.
So here's the problem.
Morofushi Hiromitsu walked over to Ichijō Mirai three steps at a time, watched him gently talk to the children, and thought, 'Goddamned 'Satan'!'
Ichijō Mirai, seemingly aware of this, glanced sideways as a box fell to the ground beside him, and looked over at Morofushi Hiromitsu, who had set it down, "Still not finished with your brainstorm, my great goodness..."
Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes, his red eyes slanting out from underneath his black cap, revealing a bit of a smirk, and his tone of voice shifted abruptly, finishing what he had interrupted for a few seconds, "Human."
Morofushi Hiromitsu's instincts warned him: Danger!
He had just put the case down, and before he could crouch down on one knee, his leg straightened itself out, "I suddenly remembered that"
The conversation was cut short.
Not only the words, but also Morofushi Hiromitsu himself was grabbed by Ichijō Mirai's hand and squatted back down by the hem of his shirt, "It's time to act in pairs, I'll take care of the children, you take care of the two adults, show your police ID, tell them that criminals are targeting them, and if you don't want to get hurt and die and lose your children, you should cooperate with the police and stay out of sight for the time being."
With that, he slipped Morofushi Hiromitsu a square police ID.
A police cadet doesn't have a proper police ID like an active police officer.
Then where did Ichijō Mirai's ID come from?
Looking down, Morofushi Hiromitsu's mind automatically conjured up a pair of law-enforcement officers they'd encountered on their way here, and his hand paused, uncertain, and vaguely despairing, thinking, 'No way!'
"You guessed right," Ichijō Mirai pushed, thoroughly handing over the officer's badge, smiling, "Both just now, and now, you guessed right."
He didn't grit his teeth at all, as if he were counseling a dying man to close his eyes, his tone was very gentle and accommodating, "Go ahead,
Morofushi Hiromitsu wanted to say, "Don't think I don't know what you are, you're obviously holding a grudge, and you're doing it on the spot, and you're going to screw me over, and you're so arrogant that you don't even try to hide it.
But as he stared at the smiling Ichijō Mirai, he felt a bit guilty.
What had he done wrong to be justifiably held against him, rather than being unjustly angered by the great and generous Savior-san.
And the culprit is watching from the side.
Out of consideration for the situation, rather than out of a sense of weakness, he paused and fluidly changed his tone to, "Yes."
Definitely not weakness.
Ichijō Mirai smiles.
He watched as Morofushi Hiromitsu adjusted his cap, flanked the stall, and approached the child's parents through the crowd, exchanging a few words with the two adults while the criminal's attention was focused on the child, and managed to take them away.
The offender's attention was mostly focused on the children, and only occasionally did he make a wary glance at the parents to see how they were doing and whether they were paying attention to the children.
However, since there was only one customer at the stand, and the owner was obviously concerned, he was unable to take the children away in front of the owner even if their parents did not care about them for the time being, so he repeated his observations for a while and then focused his attention on the front of the stand.
Thus, after a few moments, when the child caught a goldfish, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, as Ichijō Mirai began to smile and coax the child.
"It only took three paper nets to catch the fish, that's amazing," Ichijō Mirai smiled, handing over a bowl without even looking down, "and the prettiest goldfish, you're really good."
"But tell me, what's your name?"
"Don't be afraid," he said in a gentle tone, "your parents should have told you not to pay attention to strangers, right? But brother is not a stranger, we just had a very happy chat, already friends, do not believe you can ask mom and dad."
He looked up with a smile, looking around, the brim of the duck tongue hat is still low, did not reveal the eyes, body is a black casual clothes, shoulders lying on a small black fox doll, dark eyes because of the light and a flash of red, fox doll with the movement and slightly shaking, it looks alive.
"Yikes, it's too bad your parents went to the bathroom."
-Is this the attitude of a serious vendor?
No, this is a serious person who wants to kidnap a child!
From the moment the child picked up the fish, the criminal had already pretended to approach unnoticed to see if there were any gaps where the stall owner and the parents didn't care about the child, so he heard this abduction technique clearly, and for a moment his alarm bells went off, and he stared at Ichijō Mirai incredulously, not realizing that there were actually people who were just as shameless as he was.
Ichijō Mirai didn't even realize it, he was still smiling down and talking to the little kid, "Why don't brother take you to the bathroom to look for mommy and daddy?"
The child, holding the bowl of fish, nodded happily without realizing the difference, "Yes!"
The culprit gritted his teeth and glared at Ichijō Mirai, his thoughts racing: this shameless fellow! How dare he abduct a child from a crowded gathering! How dare he kidnap a child at a crowded rally! How dare he kidnap a child when the parents aren't looking, not realizing how much pain the parents will feel afterward? He's got no boundaries!
Should we call it out?
The crowd is so dense that once he calls out, the criminal is sure that countless enthusiastic people will come to his aid and beat this young scoundrel to death or disability on the spot in order to relieve him of his frustration.
But...
But after the screaming, most people's attention will be focused.
If the child's parents came back suddenly, if the scoundrel continued to argue until the police arrived, then...
He won't have a chance to steal 'Yuri' today?
And not just today, but in the last few months, the parents will be very vigilant, forcing 'Yuri' to disown her father.
He won't be able to take his daughter away.
The criminal's face changed from red to black, and from black to red, with a hint of green, and when he saw that Ichijō Mirai was about to take the child by the hand and lead her away, he had to call out sharply, "Wait!"
His voice was urgent, but low.
He reached out to hold down the child's shoulders, and crouched down to the level of the half-crouching Ichijō Mirai, almost squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth, "My friend, I've had my eye on this child for two days," he said.
"Give me face?"
As he spoke, the criminal's face grew cold, even his smile was twisted from the taut flesh of his cheeks, he was trying to meet Ichijō Mirai's eyes, to shock him with the eyes and look that belonged to the most vicious criminals, but as he looked over the brim of his hat, and was about to meet his eyes, the cap was lowered by a few inches.
A short, somewhat puzzled voice came out from under the cap, "Hey?"
It's innocent, like a good vendor caring for a child who's come across a criminal.
But the criminal already knew this guy's true colors, and would not be fooled, "I can pay."
He didn't pay much attention to the fact that Ichijō Mirai was trying to hide part of his face from his eyes, after all, many criminals are more shy in this area, and only said in a deep voice, "How much are you going to sell this kid for?"
The fox doll on Ichijō Mirai's shoulder shifted lightly, the dull red glow of the doll's eyes imperceptible, and before the criminal noticed, he slowly inquired, "You want to buy the child?"
The criminal nodded, "Yes."
"This is my daughter," He explains, "She was taken from me, I was going to get her back sometime, but I didn't realize..."
He looked at Ichijō Mirai darkly, thinking that if he hadn't been able to wait too long, he wouldn't have taken advantage of this guy, saving him the time of reselling the goods and paying him directly.
But it doesn't matter, you can get your money back later with your life.
If you want money, you need a life to get it.
With that in mind, he whispered, "Money is not a problem."
The child didn't understand, looked blankly at the criminal, then blankly at Ichijō Mirai, holding the bowl of fish without knowing what to do with it, and was silently reassured by the red eyes, before she continued to be quiet and confused.
Ichijō Mirai withdrew her gaze and placed one hand on the child's other shoulder, her tone flat, "I didn't expect to meet a fellow traveler."
"But alas, we're not in it for the money either, my friend can't have children and wanted a 'real' child to raise, and took a liking to this one."
"This kid doesn't know you, does he? If you only want one item, you can choose another child while you're here, and I'll give you the money."
He said slowly, "My friend can pay 200,000 yen for this child."
"With the child in hand, he'll leave Tokyo tonight and never come after you."
Criminal: "..."
Two hundred thousand yen?
If it was really a bonus, it was a bonus, but it wasn't, his expression sank and he quickly calculated his savings from recent years, "I can give half a million and a store."
"That store is in a good location, it's a car repair store now, the smell of car oil can cover up the other pungent odors, either as a spinning point for yourself or to sell it out is good."
The child, being a child and not a fool, understood some of what was being said, and with a second glance at the criminal, his eyes took on a look of horror, and as soon as he had finished speaking, he immediately turned his head to Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai shook his head.
"No," He said with his new bargaining chip, "we've been interested in this kid for a month, and my friend has offended an old customer for this kid, so if we give it to you now, it's a lost cause."
"Forget it, I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars, you do not obstruct our action tonight, can it?"
Of course not!
"I'm really the child's father," the crowd, the criminal tried to control the hostility, "in order to this child, I gave up my wife, the house, gave up a happy life, looking for more than ten years to find her."
"I can get a loan!"
He whispered as low as he could, "If half a million dollars and the car and store aren't enough, I can take out another loan."
Ichijō Mirai shook his head, "No."
"My friend wants this child, and for this child, not only is he willing to offend his old customers, he's willing to give up everything and get out of the business, and take this child to a place with a good educational environment to make a new start."
The child looked at Ichijō Mirai, listened to his bargaining chip, and looked back at the criminal.
The criminal's face changed, "So, you really don't want to let go?"
"I really don't want to," Ichijō Mirai shook his head, and paused before speaking in a sincere tone, "I'm not going to lie, this child has had the bad luck of meeting a few of my friend's officers, and we can't give her to you."
His tone was subtle, with a 'now you can't get a heavier bargaining chip': "My friend almost killed someone for this child!"
"Really?"
The criminal held down the child's hand, his eyes were like cold arrows, nailed to the brim of the black cap close at hand, his tone was calm, "I've killed for her."
The black cap moved, and the fox dolls leaned back a bit, signifying their owner's surprise.
"I killed a family who cheated on me," Yhe criminal stared at the slightly moving cap, his eyes still cold, but the flesh of his cheeks twitched and twisted into a smile, his expression then appeared to be a little twisted, "killed at meal time."
"I killed the man who opened the door, then I killed the woman who was eating, and then..."
He laughed oddly, "And a poor child hiding in a closet,"
"He was so scared, he only dared to look at me through the closet blinds, and almost screamed when he looked at me."
Ichijō Mirai moved without looking up and said slowly: "Nagano Prefecture?"
But the criminal came a little closer, his face almost pressed against the brim of his hat, pressing in a shadow.
The shadows blurred Ichijō Mirai's red eyes and the criminal's nervously twisted face, but not his voice as he laughed, "You know."
He thought he had frightened Ichijō Mirai, so he sealed the deal, "I'll take the kid."