[Total number of people to be rescued: 156 (7 rescued, 119 dead, 30 to be rescued).]
[You are dead, the mission has failed, and is being automatically archived.]
With the neon lights in his face and the sound of the crowd in his ears, Ichijō Mirai put his hands in his pockets and sighed, "I really am a good person who is too good to be true."
What if you're talking nonsense when the situation is tense and your classmates want to kill you, but your classmates die before you do? Then, of course, he'll fulfill his last wish by killing himself.
That's very kind.
After a few seconds of sighing and reveling in his kindness, Ichijō Mirai turned his head sideways and said to the frowning head interpreter, "Yes, something urgent has happened, and you translated it correctly, Morofushi-san, so please notify the others to gather urgently at the Beika department store."
"The key message is that there's a fire, a bomb, and more than a hundred people are trapped."
"And send a message to the instructor to tell Matsumoto Kiyonaga to make all the necessary preparations."
Ichijō Mirai was still in contact with Matsuda Jinpei when he was explaining these precautions to his number one correspondent, and the first time he got through he moved his cell phone over and asked the remote Matsuda-san to add a 'refresh' and 'panic' buff to poor Morofushi-san.
He said to Matsuda Jinpei: "A bomb has been found at the scene of a fire in a department store, and we need a bomb disposal expert and a bomb victim expert, now first class, come and help me die, I won't die without you, waiting for you."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
"What's wrong?" After hanging up the phone, Ichijō Mirai gave Morofushi Hiromitsu a worried look and apologized, "Did Matsuda's group attack affect you? That's bad, I apologize for him."
Was it Matsuda Jinpei who was bad?
But this is Ichijō Mirai's daily routine of messing with cats and dogs.
Other foxes trick crows into opening their mouths either because they're hungry or because they're still full but crave the fat in the crow's mouth, but with Ichijō Mirai, it's purely because he just wants to see the crow's dumbfounded face when he opens his mouth and realizes that the meat has fallen out, and the way he reacts to that with an exasperated grin.
"Okay," Morofushi Hiromitsu had gotten used to it, and instead of retorting on poor Matsuda Jinpei's behalf, with his hand still editing the group message, he changed the subject, "'Satan' is over at the department store?"
In the exchange, they were running.
Ichijō Mirai sidestepped a few times through the dense crowd in front of him without saying a word.
Morofushi Hiromitsu looks over and changes the question, "Setting fire to a department store and planting a bomb."
What's a department store?
It's the most crowded supermarket in Tokyo. A fire in a place like this is a big deal, and the arsonist is not some petty criminal.
The bombs were planted to prove it.
And Ichijō Mirai knew about it through 'Satan', which means it's definitely related, so here's the question.
Did Satan do it, did Satan's associates do it, or did a criminal force that doesn't agree with Satan do it?
"Between the arsonist and 'Satan'..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu watched Ichijō Mirai's expression.
It was difficult to observe the details of his expression as he was editing notifications and running, but since the person he was observing was Ichijō Mirai, whom he knew very well, it took him a while, but he was able to discern a bit of it: nonchalance, a shift of the eyes, and a sense of impassivity.
It's clear.
"The arsonist is not working with Satan."
And it wasn't Satan.
Otherwise, you'd be a little angry, wouldn't you? Even if it was Satan, there were over a hundred innocent lives involved.
It's something Morofushi Hiromitsu would have known if the bomb hadn't gone off, and there was a banner in the department store...
Ichijō Mirai said dryly, "Ah, yes, the unscrupulous arsonists and 'Satan' are enemies."
The fire of the department store had come into view and the people in the neighborhood, unlike the relaxed crowd that had been strolling around earlier, were a bit tense and uneasy and were actively avoiding them, so he changed the subject smoothly, "Here we are."
He looked at his wristwatch and nodded his head with satisfaction, "OK, only retaining the great Matsuda-san's pummeling speeds up the rush, and it really saves five or six minutes of time."
Time is money.
When Matsuda Jinpei arrived at the scene, having traveled through the mountains of gold and silver, he saw a scene of great activity.
Water was spraying, police cars were screaming, paramedics were rushing to ambulances with stretchers.
Fire burning in the building, people in the upstairs want to jump, downstairs rescue beds have long been ready, the crowd outside the cordon in the sky to see the fun, but also some people in the trapped people cheer, said down into the ambulance, the package of treatment.
The fire is fierce, but because of the crowd, there are a lot of police officers outside to maintain order, but the state of polarization, away from the door of the police sweating sweaty push the crowd, ordered them not to get too close to the door of the police officers are sweating and pupil trembling, and one of the police officers like Parkinson's, the outstretched hand in the violent shaking wildly, see the next moment to pass out.
He's picking up a bomb.
The bomb was a time bomb with a red countdown that had stopped and was set at 15 minutes.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was the one who delivered the bomb.
He was much better than the police officer who received the bomb, and some of the onlookers who saw it were already commenting on how calm and unruffled the 'officer out of uniform' was, and how he looked like a great general, which meant that the fire was not a big problem, and that it would be solved soon.
But Matsuda Jinpei could tell that Morofushi Hiromitsu's current expression was not that of a general who doesn't change his face when holding a bomb.
He does have the character of a man who doesn't change his face when he's holding a bomb, but at least not at this moment, it's the face of a man who is furious to the core.
You can see it in the way he clenches his back teeth.
And what made him so angry...
"I'm 'Messiah's' classmate," Matsuda Jinpei first told the officer who stopped him, then went in and asked Morofushi Hiromitsu, "What did that guy do?"
Between 'the fire is a serious problem with a lot of casualties' and 'Ichijō Mirai is playing with cats and dogs again', he chose the latter without hesitation.
To hesitate for even a second would be disrespectful to the great Savior.
When he met with Matsuda Jinpei, Morofushi Hiromitsu's expression eased and he told the police that the bomb had been disarmed, but that it should be taken to a remote location as soon as possible until the fire was over so that it wouldn't explode.
After that, he led Matsuda Jinpei towards the fire with a couple of masks, replying, "Nothing, just defused a bomb and saved a couple of people."
It's true, Ichijō Mirai is just like a very worshipful hell lord who can't wait to die, he doesn't wear any equipment, he doesn't even wear a towel, he searches for the trapped people, he goes into a big fire or thick smoke, he goes all the way up to the fourth floor, and then, like he deeply regrets that he didn't die to meet the worshipful person, he cuts off the bombs without blinking at the first sight of the bombs, and then, like nothing happened, he turns his head away, and continues to cut off the bombs like nothing happened. And then, as if nothing had happened, he walked away and kept drilling.
Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was called to the fourth floor and taken all the way to the bathroom, and who saw the bomb and tried to turn around to call for the others, almost had a heart attack, and if he hadn't gotten used to this futuristic behavior through Ichijō Mirai's persistence, he would have already suffocated in the fireplace, unable to catch his last breath.
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
What kind of person disarms a bomb like that? It's a death wish!
He regretted that he could not show his gritted teeth because he was already wearing a mask.
"Is there no one on the first floor?" He glanced at the first floor as he passed by, and comforted Morofushi Hiromitsu, "It's okay, it's okay, there's really no one left, he successfully demolished it."
"And you know that guy's personality, he must have been sure of himself if he took it down that fast."
"There's no one left, we worked in groups, we searched floors 1, 3, and 5 while he searched floors 2, 4, and 6," Morofushi Hiromitsu replied, "He wore a stereo, recorded calls, and played them all the way through, and whenever there was a human movement, he'd tell us the location on his walkie-talkie."
As for the trapped people who were unconscious and unable to call for help...
Firefighters and police, who had arrived late, were checking the area.
"I knew he had it in him."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone straight for a second, or continued searching for the trapped as if nothing had happened.
Maybe 'Satan' gave him the information.
But even if you know it's a bomb with a blue wire cut to suspend it, it's still a bomb, isn't it? Few people would have dismissed it as a harmless piece of wood.
Even the bomb disposal police, who are in constant contact with bombs.
But Ichijō Mirai's attitude was, "What is it? "Flammable wood, pick it up, throw it to your classmates and get them out of the fire, so they can continue to rescue you.
"If he didn't deserve a beating," Matsuda Jinpei said, "he wouldn't be Kujō Mirai."
With that, they walked to the fifth floor.
Matsuda Jinpei heard the sound coming from the sixth floor: "Anyone there?!"
As soon as he heard it, he understood why Ichijō Mirai was using the stereo.
First of all, the call was urgent, urgent, and clear, so it sounded like the police coming to rescue, and if you pushed the volume to the maximum, even if it was four or five rooms away or if you weren't quite conscious, the person trapped could still hear it.
Secondly, it doesn't hurt your voice, doesn't waste oxygen, and can be used for 100 years.
Finally, it's the voice of Morofushi Hiromitsu.
It sounds like Morofushi Hiromitsu's call was recorded, and the person who recorded it not only didn't feel guilty about it, but also had the honor of shouting it all the way to the sky.
Catching Matsuda Jinpei's gaze, Morofushi Hiromitsu paused before saying, "...He said it would be easier to use the stereo..."
The explanation was a bit weak, so he simply stopped explaining and said, "He's not wearing a mask, I'll go deliver it to him, are you searching on the fifth floor or..."
"Isn't there still a bomb? I brought a bomb disposal tool, let's go together." Matsuda Jinpei said.
They made their way to the sixth floor, following the louder and louder stereo, and hurriedly and silently made their way to Ichijō Mirai, just in time to see him holding up his walkie-talkie to report the location of one of the trapped people.
Spotting them, his red eyes lit up and he waved cheerfully, expressing his welcome in the background sound of the anxious stereo, "Hey, you guys are here, I was just about to call you, come on, the sixth floor is already searched, let's hurry up and search the seventh floor and then we can sit down in rows to defuse the rest of the bombs."
Underneath the sound, there seemed to be a faint sound, the ticking of a time bomb.
Matsuda Jinpei knew that there was a bomb at the scene, so he was much more sensitive to the sound of the bomb, and when he tried to go there, Ichijō Mirai pulled him to the seventh floor.
"The others haven't finished searching the fifth floor yet, and we're running out of time, so we'll just have to hurry," Ichijō Mirai said, "It should be about time to finish searching the seventh floor."
Morofushi Hiromitsu was concerned about something suspicious: "...Lined up to defuse the bomb?"
"Yes, there are still three unknown bombs, we have to take three people to try," Ichijō Mirai regretted a little, "Last time it was a bit too late, otherwise I would have arranged for you to have one bomb each,"
"It's okay, three is fine, but we have to solemnly swear that whoever disarms the bomb and causes the others to explode first will be subjected to my lawful retaliation."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Matsuda Jinpei: "..."
No way sir, you're a god... oh indeed, a god Jinpei.
Matsuda Jinpei could barely convince himself that if the bomb exploded, the entire building would be destroyed, and some of the lucky ones in the neighborhood would go up with it.
Ichijō Mirai wouldn't do anything at a time like this, would he? I'm sure he knew what to cut ahead of time and was just joking around to liven things up.
...Right?
Fire search and rescue is difficult.
But fire rescue is also easy.
At least it was easy for Ichijō Mirai, who searched by circling each place, drilling into every nook and cranny, bombarding every inch of tile with the light of the stereo, taking note of the trapped people, and then ignoring their weak cries for help as he rushed to the next location.
So while Morofushi Hiromitsu and Matsuda Jinpei were splitting up to search the seventh floor, Ichijō Mirai had already swept the field after only one or two of them had been rescued.
He sends two of his classmates to the sixth and ninth floors, while he goes to the thirteenth floor.
After following Ichijō Mirai through the fire for so long that his walkie-talkie was no longer working, he used his cell phone to contact the two students who were already dead, explaining what to do, "When the others send me their last words in a text message, we'll start with Matsuda, cut the red line, then Morofushi, then me."
The good thing about doing futuristic things all the time is that even if everyone doesn't understand what Ichijō Mirai wants, they'll do it.
Like sending last words.
Like saying, 'Seriously, this isn't a drill, it's a real test, so please give your last words in the format of a good example, and don't say you can't do it, you can do it! You're the worst class I've ever had! You're the worst class I've ever had.
Matsuda Jinpei could only: "..."
He studied the bomb while Ichijō Mirai collected his last words, and as he did so, it was time for him to start defusing the bomb.
Without the stereo, the sixth floor was filled with flames and smoke that consumed all sound, noisy but quiet, so quiet that Matsuda Jinpei could hear his heart beating.
In the midst of his heartbeat, he cut the red thread without changing his face.
"With a click, the red bomb countdown pulsed and froze.
"Whew," Matsuda Jinpei breathed a sigh of relief and reported into the phone, "The bomb on the sixth floor has been defused."
Only one person could be dialed at a time, so Ichijō Mirai grabbed a random classmate's phone and used two cell phones to make a three-line call.
The two phones were presumably placed together, and Matsuda Jinpei could hear Morofushi Hiromitsu's relieved voice.
He realized that Ichijō Mirai hadn't messed up, and that the bomb had been successfully defused.
He had been sure of that when he looked at the bomb and realized that the red wire should have been cut, and he had been relieved and waited quietly.
Morofushi Hiromitsu's voice came over the phone with a final, sure sound, "ok, it's me down here, red line."
After the sound of fabric rubbing together, there was the click of the wire being cut, "Click."
And then the bomb stops...
Explosion.
The bomb went off so fast that before Matsuda Jinpei could react, the phone was cut off and a sudden burst of flame swept over everything.
But the last sound he remembers is not the roar of the bomb or the sound of the building collapsing.
It was the sound of another "click" before the phone was cut off and Ichijō Mirai's voice, speaking so fast that it was almost impossible to tell what he was saying about naming the lucky winner.
"Well, dear Morofushi, in this moment when your mind is blank, are you thinking that I am really a 'Satan', or are you thinking-"
The sound of everything came to an abrupt end.
Matsuda Jinpei looked back at the crowd, and for about three or four seconds, his mind was completely blank, except for a feeling of anxiety that he didn't understand, as if something big was about to happen.
Then the phone rang.
He was still in a daze, but his mouth had already spoken: "Ku! Jō! Mi! Rai!"
Shit, really feel like killing someone.
Really want to kill 'Satan'.