Some people are born as misfits.
For example, a certain person who joined the organization on the first day to shock the organization, joined the organization on the third day to shock Tokyo, joined the organization for half a month to successfully ascend to the peak of the organization, no matter what the words are forced to silence the entire world directly.
The great Lord is the great Lord after all, even if he is in a mess, the inhuman feeling is still too strong, he doesn't need to do anything, he is like a non-human, Gin looked at Ichijō Mirai from a distance, thinking: The more I think about it, the angrier I get. This guy has never been patient, and now he looks like he doesn't even care about the victims of the fire. Is he thinking about how to dismember the offender?
Or is he calmly pulling out a bazooka and blasting through the fire, mushroom cloud in his foot, atomic bomb in his body, showering the enemy's lair with the holy light of 'little boys', eager to help clean up the Thames Canal?
Outrageous, but Ichijō Mirai, not impossible.
Gin stared calmly over.
After replenishing the trapped man's oxygen, Ichijō Mirai led him toward the stairwell, gave him a brief explanation, and let him go on his own.
The freed man, clearly uneasy and fearful that he might suffocate again at any moment, rushes down the stairs, his crackling footsteps echoing in the stairwell.
As the footsteps faded away, Ichijō Mirai didn't leave to rescue the others first, but stood at his position at the top of the stairs and moved his shoulders and arms, saying in a complaining tone, "It hurts."
"The grudging sight is like a needle, it keeps stabbing me in the back, it's hard not to notice, I didn't provoke you, did I? Every time I said I'd let you go catch a mouse, you had to come over."
"You know, you seem to have an NPC with a yellow scroll on your head that represents a quest, and the quest details are 'I'll be watching you, all the time'."
Ichijō Mirai looked sideways, up the stairs to the first floor, and flexed his fingers over his eyes, his tone ghostly, "It's scary."
Raising his hand, he realized that the layers of fabric on his hand were too thick, so he tore it open with his hand, intending to go back and rewrap it.
Gin stepped around the corner from the upper landing of the staircase, and he said succinctly, "I had to come."
"I have to come," Ichijō Mirai said casually while pulling the cloth with his head down almost at the same time, "If I don't come, my colleague from Shenjin might suddenly come up with some tricks to shock the world, such as hijacking an FBI helicopter to bomb Tokyo, or giving the rat's nest the glory of a mushroom cloud with a divine smile, just like the West cannot be without Saluyelen, every person who is unfortunate enough to be seen by me cannot be without the 'little boy'."
He pulled it cleanly and neatly.
There were advantages to healing so quickly, advantages in that the burns had healed so well that the skin and flesh had faded to a charred black color, disadvantages in that they healed so quickly that the tightly wound fabrics grew together and tore apart again with violent tugging.
Gin's steps down the stairs stopped and his eyes fluttered.
He looked at the black and red fabric that had been randomly torn apart, then at Ichijō Mirai's calm expression, and silently made a cross on his chest to mourn for the poor rat.
After the moment of silence, he politely said, "...Your blood must not be left on the scene."
Translated, this means, 'Don't get hurt.'
And then after some twists and turns of the second translation, that is: do not play 'Oops, I was injured because of the mouse, do not care why injured, you just say by not injured it! Injured I have to be justified to fight back' that kind of thing.
Short and sweet: don't touch the porcelain, you can kill a lot of people by touching it.
Translated, Ichijō Mirai sighed, "I know, I know, I know."
"I'm not in too beautiful a state of mind right now," he threw the torn fabric into the fire not far from him and turned to walk out while telling the truth, "I'm too lazy to climb up the ladder and exterminate all the rats in the world for the time being, priority is still fire."
"Oh, right."
Halfway through the walk, Ichijō Mirai remembered something and turned back, saying thoughtfully, "Really stop staring at me. You are not Miss Sadako with black hair. It is obvious when you stare at people with your eyes open. I can see it."
"Why don't you pass on a message to the guy you're transferring over that there's a talented member of 'Satan' who's been a vegetarian for two or three years and is praying that he doesn't run into 'Satan' on an impromptu mission... remember to tell him not to get distracted thinking about whether he's a police officer or an outlaw when he's carrying a hundred and fifty pounds of people down the stairs... he's going to fall over."
He waved, "Bye-bye."
And within seconds of his protest, he added, "Stay away from me, I'm going to dangerous places, and I'm not going to save you if you're not one of the targets of a rescue mission."
Anyway, it's absolutely impossible not to follow.
Ichijō Mirai had tried, and no matter what, Gin would stick to him like glue, and if he accepted it with open arms it was fine, but whenever he tried to tear away from the 'surveillance' that wasn't even remotely restraining, the cadre-sama would get vaguely agitated, more and more certain that he was going to do something wrong, and his mental state would get extremely unforgiving and beautiful.
But in all honesty, he's too busy right now to do anything but fish for people.
...Unless you just have a good time before the game is scrapped.
In a sense, Gin still understands great players quite well.
No matter, he'd be able to follow him quietly, he had great self-management skills, he wouldn't be detected by the police, and he was armed and didn't need rescuing like some of the other members of the police and the organization, so he could follow him if he wanted to.
With that in mind, Ichijō Mirai pulled the map back up in his mind to look for the next trapped person, while glancing at the stairwell he had just exited.
After a brief moment, he withdrew his gaze in thought: there were footsteps downstairs.
Not the rapid footsteps of the rescuers and the trapped, the kind of footsteps like drums that could be heard by ordinary people from several floors away, but very light footsteps that belonged to the sneaking state.
The footsteps were not too close, about two floors down, and they were a sound that only Ichijō Mirai, an abnormal person, could pick up.
How could there be such quiet and slow footsteps in the middle of a fire?
If it wasn't a rat who didn't dare to stay at the fire and wait to be caught, if it wasn't an unlucky trapped person, and if it wasn't an official who was running around trying to rescue them, then...
In fact, there was no need for elimination, as soon as Ichijō Mirai heard the sound of footsteps, which were obviously lowered for fear of being detected, Ichijō Mirai's mind conjured up a person: Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was the most experienced in the field of sensitivity and odor detection.
Morofushi Hiromitsu found out that there was someone in the fire, no big deal, and he found Gin, no big deal, but with the absolute priority of the fire, he would be forced to believe in some serious reasoning, and even if he didn't believe in the reasoning, he would be able to think of some strange things and convince himself.
But...
Ichijō Mirai thought uncertainly: It shouldn't be too weird...
Right?
*
Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't think too much about the weird stuff.
He stopped where he was for a few seconds before continuing up the stairs.
The stairwell, which had just been filled with people, was empty, except for the fire that burned in a pile of debris not far from the hallway, stretching and swaying to consume as much fabric as it could.
The sound of hurried footsteps vibrated from time to time on the upper and lower floors, and Morofushi Hiromitsu withdrew his eyes from the deserted corridor and continued walking upwards.
Within a few seconds, he heard two stumbling footsteps from above him, so he quickened his pace.
Above him were Matsuda Jinpei and an injured victim.
After a few moments in and out of the fire, Matsuda Jinpei, his curls shriveled and looking uncertain whether they were self-curling or freshly burned, was supporting a broken leg in his left arm and shoulder, while in his other arm he was holding a time bomb that was no longer pulsing.
The victim was so afraid of the bomb that he glanced at it three or four times in just two seconds, and jumped down on one foot with extreme caution, as if he didn't want to overdo it and set it off.
When he saw Morofushi Hiromitsu, Matsuda Jinpei handed over the trapped man to him, "He says he just sprained his foot, but I've seen that it's okay, so you can take him downstairs first, and I'll take the bomb downstairs with me when I go downstairs."
After that, he asked, "Did you see that guy?"
Without having to ask 'who was that guy', Morofushi Hiromitsu shook his head with a natural look on his face, "I saw him once, and he left with a respirator."
Only once, indeed.
He stepped back a few stairs and half crouched down, signaling the trapped person to lie on his back, "But a trapped person from the ninth floor just escaped and said he was saved by him, so he should be around now."
"This gentleman just ran into that guy too," Matsuda Jinpei looked at the trapped person who was slumping on Morofushi Hiromitsu's back in a hurry, "He said that when he was hiding in the corner he saw a person rushing straight to the place where the fire was at its peak on that floor, and it sounded like that guy."
"It's not just this gentleman, the other gentleman I just rescued also said he heard movement and saw someone who wasn't a trapped person pass through the fire."
"This guy..."
"It can't be helped," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "although many people were rescued,"
But, it wasn't enough.
He thought so, and he knew that Matsuda Jinpei thought so, and Ichijō Mirai thought so, too.
[Number of people to be rescued: 156 (73 rescued, 0 dead, 83 to be rescued).]
[86 rescued, 0 dead, 70 to be rescued.]
[98 rescued, 58 to be rescued.]
[103 rescued.]