Ichijō Mirai wanted to laugh at the threat.
Not because the threat was rare, though it had been quite a while since he had been threatened properly, and it was rare.
It was because the prey was coming into the cage.
He sidestepped the criminal's probing face as if in awe of what he had heard, and his hand on the child's shoulder moved away for a moment to confront him, then back down again, looking like he was craving for a child but was afraid of the name of the bloodshed, "Nagano Prefecture home invasion and murder case is an unsolved case, I didn't realize that..."
If Ichijō Mirai's expression of surprise and subconscious questioning tone as the criminal walked out could be described as the confusion of a police cadet who was eager to help a stall owner but was caught unawares by a criminal, it could also be described as the hesitancy and confusion of a criminal in the midst of an operation who meets a colleague who suddenly intervenes.
The conversation and confrontation just now can be described as 'the police cadet stabilized the situation by disguising himself as a criminal' or 'the criminal was unwilling to bow down to his counterparts in the face of danger'.
Now, his performance is no longer ambiguous, began to favor one end of the scale, more inclined to the identity of the police cadet, inclined to 'accidentally encountered criminals found a shocking clue to the police cadet began to condescend to'.
He said slowly: "But how can you prove it?"
It was certainly a somewhat unusual inquiry.
But the current situation resolved the anomaly and made Ichijō Mirai's question reasonable: wouldn't it be lame to be cheated if the criminals were robbing the prey in a tiger's skin?
After all, there were only a few predators who would willingly give up their prey to their own kind, and the majority were skeptical.
Without even digesting the flicker of caution that instinctively surfaced, the criminal swallowed a chain of logic that he was going to have to prove to himself in Ichijō Mirai's hesitant tone of voice and loosening and releasing hand, "What do you want proof of?"
He said it with a sneer, and Ichijō Mirai didn't say anything, there was only silence.
This silence was not the silence of a man contemplating what he wanted to prove, but the silence of a man facing a difficult opponent, unwilling to offend, but reluctant to hand over his prey.
The criminal naturally understands, and he smiles more and more coldly, "You're from Nagano, aren't you?"
The Nagano case is an unsolved case, and it's famous.
But there are so many unsolved cases in Japanese, and so many criminals who commit a crime and hide in some remote corner, counting the retroactive period of their crime, only to wait for the fifteen years of retroactive time to expire, and then strut around and live as a good citizen again.
If you can recognize a home invasion case in Nagano Prefecture at first hearing the words 'Nagano Prefecture' and 'a dead couple and a surviving child', you're most likely a native of Nagano Prefecture or a person whose family lives in a neighboring area of Nagano Prefecture.
Calculating the time, if Ichijō Mirai was under thirty years old, he was probably still a minor at the time of the case, and there was a possibility that he was interested in this kind of case and had talked about it with his companions in a lively manner, and the criminal, who was too tense a string to be concerned about it, and had no time to do anything other than to make a more reasonable assumption in this manner, said in a deep voice, "The two dead men in that case had the surname Morofushi."
"The man," He said in a hateful voice, glancing at the child, "was an elementary school teacher!"
"The woman..."
He thought briefly, obviously not remembering Mrs. Morofushi, so he skimmed over it, "The kid was a friend of my daughter's and played well with her, so I set her on fire."
"I killed the first man in the doorway and the second in the cafeteria at about 7:00 to 7:15 p.m. during dinner, with a fruit knife."
"After the killings, I didn't leave first, but stayed at the scene for almost an hour, during which time I stepped on blood and accidentally hit a cupboard."
The case, the criminal in fact do not remember very clearly, after all, in less than half a month's time, will be over the current neon law provisions of the fifteen-year retroactive period, after the retroactive period, even if he is clear about the case every minute and every second of the case, in front of the police to honestly account for the police, the police can not arrest him.
He only remembers the long process of calling for his daughter after killing two people, and every time he remembers it, there is a sinking sourness between his lips, "I was singing and calling for my daughter for a long time."
"For unsolved cases, the police will only release some general information, not as detailed as 'the murderer stepped on blood and hit the locker' and 'the murderer sang and called out to his daughter at the scene of the murder', right? And they certainly won't announce that the murderer was just a poor man trying to get his daughter back, much less that the so-called innocent criminal took his poor young daughter!"
As he spoke, the criminal became full of resentment, as bitter as a cup of freshly brewed bitter coffee, exuding a boiling hot bitter flavor with zero sugar content.
Generally speaking, Ichijō Mirai didn't want to touch the coffee, but now he couldn't help but sip it, and his tone of voice subtly captured the point that the criminal had skipped over, "Stepping in a pool of blood..."
"When you committed the crime, did you wear gloves, headgear and shoe covers?"
These are the things that minimize the killer's traces.
Since the murderer left a long time at the scene, if he didn't wear them, and stepped on blood, and hit the locker, there must be a lot of traces.
If that's the case, and the police can't catch him and leave the case unsolved...
Wait, it's the Japanese Police, that's normal!
"No, wait," Ichijō Mirai immediately changed his tone, "you don't have to answer me."
In case the answer was 'What gloves? No' answer, he'd be furious.
And the police would be embarrassed when they viewed the footage later.
Ichijō Mirai didn't bother to marvel at the Japanese police's ability to solve crimes, he stretched his shoulders so that the pinhole camera hidden in the doll was pointed at the criminal's face, and slowly loosened his hand on the child's shoulder, "You're right, it's true that the police don't release too many details about cases, whether they're already solved or unsolved, as a general rule."
To prevent copycats.
"Since you're so detailed, it must be the murderer himself," he said slowly, "It's good that it's the murderer himself,"
"What a day..."
His hand, which was slowly dropping into the air, turned steeply and raised up, slashing at the criminal's shoulder like an attacking snake, creating a heavy crash and an instinctive human grunt of pain.
Before the criminal could react to this sudden attack, Ichijō Mirai swept his leg across the room, picking up the child with one hand, striking his knee against the side of the criminal's face, spinning his body around, and dropping the child behind the stand while landing on the stand itself, knocking away a crowd of merchandise and stalls.
The offender was half flung into the fish pond.
Half flung, because his head hit the water so hard that it was half an arm's length of water, and his hips and legs hit the hard floor of the fish pond so hard that it smelled of blood and foam.
He groaned in a low voice, "Gululuwu!"
Ichijō Mirai had already put the child down, and in the standard police-arresting stance he pressed down on the criminal, crushing his head back down, and without blinking he half-soothed, half-drilled the dazed and confused crowd around him, "The FBI is on the job, and it's not about..."
In the middle of the sentence, he reacted, subtle pause.
But the crowd, which had been alarmed and confused by the sudden fight, had already heard it.
They immediately quieted down, interrupting their panicked efforts to dig into the distance, screaming, etc., and staring fearfully at Ichijō Mirai with black and white eyes, almost unanimously breathing a sigh of relief, with the words "Whew, so it wasn't a murder case, it was an FBI case, that's good!
Then they saw that the criminal had been subdued, Ichijō Mirai was not armed, and there was a child at his side, so they were even more relieved: he was subdued, that's great!
The crowd quieted down, but not really. There were scattered whispers, "So it's the FBI... I'm scared to death..."
"Already subdued..."
"I thought it was 'Satan' it, almost have to press the previous drill to make a phone call, the police said that direct run can not, will be chased up to solve the problem, must be the first time to call the police to see whether 'Satan' killed fast or the police arrived fast...'"
"...I think 'Satan' kills the police pretty fast too...'"
"I called the police, but it's the FBI, so the police can't handle it, can they? Should I call the police again to cancel it?"
"Should they? They can't help, they can't control, so what's wrong with them?"
The whispers were small, but informative.
Ichijō Mirai didn't understand it, but he was so shocked that he turned his head at the sound of the whispering, and looked at the last few people who were talking to him, and realized that the people who heard it near them were all in agreement, and clearly agreed with it.
"..." He turned his head back around speechlessly, turning the mic back on and perfunctorily going through the police process of informing the criminal himself, "You're under arrest, gopher, ahem, Mr. Tomori Hajime."
The criminal was a gopher.
A gopher that is almost invincible in a crowd, whether it's the police in a restaurant or on the street, and as long as you don't get arrested the first time you encounter the police, you'll be able to run away like crazy, scurrying through the crowd and randomly taking hostages.
There is no other interesting boss skill mechanism, only escape excellent, like a bowl of rancid porridge, let a person drink a mouthful of shriveled, can only pinch the nose sickly resignation.
To catch the gopher without embarrassment, the only way is to let the gopher take the initiative to drill out, take the initiative to put down the guard and the way of life, stupidly come to the police in front of the police, standing to the police reach out to the place can be caught.
And catching is not the end of the story.
The Nagano burglary case was a long time ago, so as long as the gopher bites the bullet and plays dumb and admits he's just a shameless human trafficker, the police's excellent 'What, someone died? Well, it's a suicide', the gopher will only be a human trafficker, not a home invasion gopher.
Not anymore.
He's a cute, home invasion gopher.
Ichijō Mirai glanced over the top of his field of vision, his eyes crossing the crowd that had stabilized from a state of panic to a state of spectatorship, and saw Morofushi Hiromitsu, who had come from the back of the booth, witnessed the scene, but hadn't reacted to it yet, and had a somewhat blank expression on his face.
"Mr. Tomori Hajime-"
He read the current month, day, and hour, as is the rule, before repeating the notice, "Mr. Tomori Hajime, you are under arrest on suspicion of home invasion and murder."
He said it for Morofushi Hiromitsu to hear.