There was something strange about Ichijō Mirai today.
With this judgment, Gin thoughtfully resumed his seat in front of his desk, casually flipping through a new document, his brow furrowed, and the pen he was using to correct the document hung in mid-air for a moment, not falling.
Thinking about it, he did not even reject the shameless 'Dear Boss, you are like the sun hanging in the sky, lighting up the world. Whether you are happy or angry, whether you grant grace or punish, the world has no complaints and accepts it with pleasure' long speech on the document as usual, and asked to speak human language when reporting work.
The beautiful tradition of the organization members praising the great leader in their work reports was formed only a few years ago. They don't know that the leader has been replaced, and they don't know whether the leader is a man or a woman, old or young, or even whether the leader is a human, artificial intelligent, or a dog. They only know that the leader has been moody in recent years, and it is increasingly difficult to figure out his personality.
One of the members of the organization, in the course of reporting on his work, used his instincts as a social animal and praised the boss in passing, but Ichijō Mirai, who was rarely able to read the documents in person, saw it and exclaimed with admiration, 'What a shame, pull it out and take a look at it, it's a talent to be able to speak with one's eyes open and let me see where you can be promoted to.'
Then the beautiful tradition of praising the boss was formed...
Although Ichijō Mirai didn't recognize himself as the boss.
Though Ichijō Mirai hardly handled any work, mostly being in charge, and firmly occupying the majority of the organization's attention, those in the know were often left wondering, 'Is the Great Son of Light up to something again?'.
Although Gin was the one who was contaminated by the praise and the one who was hit hard.
But who cares, that's the way it is with social animals, the members of the organization only need to praise, while the victim cadre, who is constantly polluted, has to think a lot more.
At this time, the victim cadre was thinking: The organization has already prepared the long-awaited [Suzuki dinner]!' When it was served, Ichijō Mirai showed no interest in the food as usual. He didn't even try to smell it to see if he was interested. He just turned around and walked away.
This means that the organization must have misunderstood him, as he doesn't seem to be interested in the Suzuki Group, and doesn't even intend to play with it to kill his energy, but if he's not interested, why does he care so much about Suzuki Sonoko?
Could it be that Belmode is somehow trying to make a point of saying, "What's the point of paying attention to an underage high school student? Why don't you take a look at the FBI? The last time you ordered the FBI, not only did they get back on their feet, but they doubled their blood level and seem to have come to Japan~'?
She didn't just lose her mind and face the great unspeakable non-boss, but she's getting the hang of it?
Then her recent insomnia and watching the surveillance cameras of Mouri's office and the amusement center over and over again isn't an illness, but a process of figuring out what to do?
Gin pondered for a few more seconds, put down his pen, and glanced at the bathroom door suspiciously.
He couldn't guess what Ichijō Mirai was thinking through the door, but after staring at it for a few seconds, he heard a series of movements coming from the bathroom: first, the sound of the pod opening, then the sound of getting out of the pod, then the faucet turning on, the sound of crackling water for a while, and then the door to the bathroom opening, and Ichijō Mirai, who'd just gotten off the game not even five minutes earlier, stepping out of the room. Ichijō Mirai, who had just gotten offline after playing the game for less than five minutes, stepped out.
He locked eyes with Gin, who was staring at him, and somehow, there was a...
Gin slowly closes his eyes, opens them, and confirms: the great unspeakable non-boss looks rather unhappy, and has the rare feeling of having been twisted and having to hold his nose and admit it.
If Ichijō Mirai's excitement had been around his usual average when he first stepped out of the bathroom, in the 'wonder, look more, I'll look more, it's none of my business anyway, hee hee hee' category, he was now in the 'oh, it's none of my business, no hee hee hee' category.
The most notable manifestation is, he stared at Gin for a few seconds, but did not come over to the cat to tease the dog to express their own talent skills, but instead, melancholy sighing, went to pour a glass of water, drink and go back.
Even the back seems to be hanging a few sickly words: Alas, good boredom, forget it, can only look at each other two hate, make do, but also can leave how.
Gin: "..."
Who's the one who should be disliked?
...Oh, and subordinates are not allowed to talk about the great unspeakable non-boss.
Gin's brow twitched as he completed his daily tasks of micro spikes in blood pressure, finally feeling like nothing was missing today, everything was as it should be, and he was just about to turn his head to re-correct his paperwork when he heard his cell phone vibrate.
It was a text message from Belmode.
She first skillfully asked Gin how high his blood pressure was and if he could talk normally, if not, she would wait for a while until Gin had finished digesting and mediating himself, then she would read the next serious text message which was about a serious matter.
The real thing is related to Ichijō Mirai, and the connection is not small, Belmode reported that some people dirty harem crime can not be punished: Conan and scheming evil evil blood thick resurrection of the FBI contacted.
Based on some of Ichijō Mirai's characteristics, and in response to the organization's statement that it was probably no longer necessary to consider the negative prestige of hiding in the shadows and the peace of the world, the organization set up massive cameras in the areas where Ichijō Mirai frequented.
In particular, Ichijō Mirai's recent interests in Kudō Shinichi, the Mouri office, the Kudō family, Dr. Agasa's house, and the places they choose to visit when they go out are all covered with hidden cameras, making it an achievement of almost limitless surveillance.
Under these circumstances, Conan's contact with Akai Shūichi as soon as he left Dr. Agasa's house was of course caught on camera by the surveillance cameras, and was also discovered by Belmode, who watches the cameras so frequently that she needs to check them 800 times a day to make sure that 'Oh, okay, okay, my Ran is still alive'.
She thought for a moment, and decided that Kudō Shinichi, who had the audacity to repeatedly invite Ichijō Mirai out to play with him, like he was stroking a tiger's whiskers every day, deserved to be played with, but Ichijō Mirai wasn't the kind of person who would play with anyone who messed with him, but rather the kind of person who would play with all people equally, and play with all of them at once...
That could implicate Mouri Ran.
What's more, Suzuki Sonoko has been targeted by Ichijō Mirai for some reason, so the chances of involvement are even higher.
So after much thought, Belmode took the plunge and bravely reported Conan for his criminal and pro-FBI behavior in the harem.
Of course, in the text message she made light of the situation, using an amusing tone of humor to say that Conan was actually talking to the FBI about Ichijō Mirai.
Gin's brow furrowed as he scanned the text on the screen, exiting the text message screen as he put on his headset and turned on the listening program.
Conan's voice flows out from the headset:"...that's it, I didn't expect Mirai-san to keep the organization members in the dark that much, to actually make them think from the bottom of their hearts that he's bad and a man with no boundaries, wow..."
Open screen blast.
Gin: "..."
Even though he had been contaminated by the ass-kissing document for a long time, and knew that Kudō Shinichi was now deeply deluded and didn't know Ichijō Mirai's true nature, and it wasn't surprising that he could say such an attack with its own thunderous effect, he was still struck by the blitz.
Akai Shūichi, who was on the phone with Conan, didn't say anything.
Conan was still analyzing the information and didn't notice anything wrong, but added, "But that's the only way to convince the organization, isn't it? I found out that Mirai-san was already famous when he was a police cadet when I looked up the news a while ago, and even though the news didn't show his face directly because he hadn't officially joined the force at the time, he was so famous that even if his real identity had died, the Organization would have been able to find out who he really was."
He said, "Without pretending to be very ruthless, I'm sure I won't be able to convince the organization."
He coughed a few times and muttered in a low voice, "I have to explain why I faked my own death, and in such a situation where there are so many obstacles, but still insisted on sending Mirai-san to go undercover to the organization, it seems that the head of the police who made the decision at that time knew quite a bit about the organization, and also thought that the organization was very scary..."
"Since there is a high-ranking police officer who knows about the existence of the organization, and there is also a high-ranking officer in the FBI who knows about it, then, Akai-san, do you know..."
Who is the top police official who knows about the organization?
And can we work together?
Although it seems a bit strange for a high ranking Neon police officer to ask the FBI... but you can't ask each and every one of them about this kind of thing, so Conan could only ask the FBI if he wanted to know for sure as soon as possible.
Before Conan could finish his question, Akai Shūichi said, "Actually, Mi-"
There was a noticeable pause before he said what Conan had called Ichijō Mirai, "Another reason why Mr. Mirai went undercover, which might be called a misadventure, was the fake death you just mentioned, and the fire incident that prompted it,"
"I deliberately investigated the reports of the fire, and found that most of the reports were quite vague, most of the reports did not even say how the fire was created, how it was solved, or even the incredibly specific rescue process, but only explained that a police cadet happened to be in the vicinity of the rescue, and that some of them sacrificed their lives,"
"Suspiciously, only one person was killed in that blazing fire, and with the official report, the public can only be thankful that only one person was killed and choose to accept it, but to this day, there are still detectives who are skeptically pursuing the story of the fire, but they can't get to the bottom of it."
If Akai Shūichi had started with the fire, he would have been stuck in the same ambiguity as they were, but coincidentally, he didn't investigate the fire, he investigated the fire while investigating Ichijō Mirai, and so he knew more about it than the others, and was able to get a clearer picture of what was going on.
"This incident was not a purposefully planned cover for a fake death," Akai Shūichi said, "it was an accident for the police at the time."
"...But it was indeed planned."
"It was only a few days ago that I was able to confirm from one of the people involved that the fire was a premeditated retaliation."
*
"Mirai-san,"
Morofushi Hiromitsu sighed helplessly and inquired of Ichijō Mirai, "Did something else happen while I was unaware? Why are you getting upset while walking?"
He put up little resistance, accepting both Ichijō Mirai's inexplicable pleasure and inexplicable displeasure, except for the latter, for which he had the added bonus of throwing up his hands in surrender, "Please, just tell me."
"Can't you at least let me die knowing why?"