Ichijō Mirai: "?"
After a moment's thought, he analyzed and understood the sentence: can a fire make a horrible devil die?
Even if the fire was so violent that if it wasn't rescued in time, it would be a painful stigma for the police and ordinary residents to remember for half a lifetime, but it didn't matter to a bloodthirsty executioner who didn't need to think about other people, didn't need to think about the repercussions, and only needed to follow human instincts to coldly evacuate on his own.
Satan was very good at committing bloodshed, but he still died.
Why?
Reasons are easy to come up with, there are plenty of strange people in the world, and with some people's ability to make connections, Ichijō Mirai doesn't even need to spell out a reason, he just needs to give away a word or two, and the listener will probably be able to make up the whole thing in a second.
But that's the problem.
Ichijō Mirai controlled his expression and looked at Conan. He showed no reaction on the surface, but he suddenly felt something was wrong. It was the same intuition as when he faced Morofushi Hiromitsu: Wait, this feeling is familiar, as if he is about to say a heavy speculation... No way, no way, Conan will not be stupid...
"You've had a fight," Conan said, "not just the usual conflicts and arguments, but all the growing conflicts over 'differences in philosophy' have erupted."
He knew very little, bits and pieces, and couldn't really put together the full puzzle.
But he's never seen a pig run before, and in recent times Conan has been accumulating a wealth of experience at a rate of almost seven or eight cases a day, including a variety of puzzling cases that would make a human being's brain wilt and a man's heart swell with tears.
Sporadic pieces can be part of countless puzzles, but Ichijō Mirai himself is here to give feedback on both correct and incorrect patterns.
This wonderful wealth of experience came into play at this moment, Conan boldly speculated off the cuff while keeping his eyes on Ichijō Mirai's expression, "I don't know if he's committing those brutal and bloody incidents that have no boundaries in order to gain the organization's trust or if it's just in his nature, but whichever way it is, Mr. Mirai, you must really dislike him, right?"
"He probably doesn't agree with your philosophy either."
"Would someone like him," He asked, "understand how you felt every second after you managed to get out of the organization and into the police academy? Would he understand why your heart beats with joy when you're helping people?"
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
He understands all of that, but can he stop stating in almost every sentence that 'Satan' really isn't a thing?
Well, it's true that he's not a thing.
He was silent.
Conan scrutinized the situation for a few seconds, a little confused as to what Ichijō Mirai's reaction meant, he thought about it, and boldly speculated again without changing his color, trying to get a bigger emotional feedback, "You're the ones who know each other very well, and you're the ones who know the least about each other, even if you're blood relatives, which is exactly why you're blood relatives."
"That fire was clearly aimed at 'Satan', and after you took the responsibility of cleaning up for him, he returned, he didn't understand why you stayed in the fire to save people, right, or why you have an aversion to blood relatives, but you were willing to die for strangers you've never met, right?"
Ichijō Mirai again: "..."
Seeing that the ominous signs were actually verified, he had to interrupt before the new setting appeared: "This has nothing to do with the case, right? It's just my personal business."
"Even the most inquisitive detective is only curious about the case, not about other people's personal matters, right?"
Don't add any more settings. You could make a collection of them.
Conan: "It's about the case."
"The guy you're connected to is 'Satan', and everything he does is connected to the three bloodbaths that have yet to catch the killer."
"You don't dispute that? Then I'll assume my wild guess is correct," He asked rhetorically, and then followed up on his previous statement, ''Satan' died in the fire because he wanted to, and I guess by then, you'd already finished your revenge, right?"
The murder of two police officers.
Ichijō Mirai didn't tell Conan about it, and Conan didn't talk to Ichijō Mirai after he found out about it, so there's no way to know who the real culprit is, but it's someone from the organization.
Satan's brutal and bloody style of showing his power to the organization must have made him rise through the ranks of the organization.
If he wanted to, as long as his enemy wasn't an overprivileged member of the code name, he could easily take revenge.
"The goal that I cared most about has been accomplished, and the only family I have left in the world resents me and decides to leave me behind to go into the light with new friends," Conan said, "friends who share the same ideals, who live and die together, and who are as close as brothers."
He paused as he realized that Ichijō Mirai's expression had finally changed dramatically.
That's weird, that's too mushy, but it's not as bad as 'like brothers', is it? Well, in a way, players probably trust their teammates more than their brothers...
After all, they will occasionally bad condition pit themselves, but the level of the npc will not have too much fluctuation.
So his expression was quite subtle, a little bit of goosebumps and discomfort, but also a little bit of approval. When he met Conan's gaze, his expression instantly became nonchalant again, "Just a friendly reminder, when you said it, even you felt unbelievable, and your tone became guilty-"
"There's no need to test me, even if 'Satan'...is already dead."
"Besides-"
Ichijō Mirai estimated the time and looked back just in time to see Suzuki Sonoko, who stepped out of the door of the haunted house not far away, he made quick work of it, "Don't be too curious, and don't think too much."
"By the way, although I don't know if you didn't investigate it, or the police who were handling the case didn't investigate it, in any case, the 'victims' of the first bloodshed were all members of the organization, they were preparing to ambush 'Satan', only that he found out in advance, the 'victims' of the second bloodshed were also all convicts, they were guys from the other side of the force, they didn't have any dealings with you and were preparing to snipe the senator at that time, 'Satan' took care of them in advance, and they were all criminals."
"They were also the masterminds of the fire."
"The third..."
It's the FBI.
The FBI is just like the Japanese Public Security Bureau. It's just a matter of getting rid of it.
The latter, even the Japanese themselves are quite convinced of, but the former, the Japanese probably have a problem with.
Of course, Ichijō Mirai couldn't say that outright, Ichijō Mirai thought, "Like you said, he's a crazy person who's not quite sane."
"The FBI itself probably doesn't want to investigate this case, right? Every time someone brings it up, they get embarrassed," He added, "except for Akai Shūichi and Jodie."
There's probably not many other FBI agents who want to get to the bottom of this...
Conan: "..."
That's true.
He's all eyes on the details of the first two cases, dumbfounded.
Ichijō Mirai knew he had succeeded in diverting his attention when he saw his eyes widen in dismay, he smiled and waved his hand, "If you still want to look into it after this mission is over, go ahead, and if you succeed you'll be able to announce the existence of the organization anyway."
"Ms. Suzuki is still waiting for me, bye."
"Bye," Conan, still dumbfounded, waved his hand in disbelief before muttering, "I'm now 100% sure that you're not 'Satan'."
"If you were 'Satan', you wouldn't put in a good word for 'yourself' who's a victim of your own bloodline..."
Only 'Messiah' would speak well of 'Satan'.
It's not really a good word, but it's true.
"Oh yeah!" Remembering something, Conan urgently called out to Ichijō Mirai, "Sonoko is actually quite afraid of amusement parks and haunted houses, especially haunted houses."
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
Fear of haunted houses is understandable, but why fear of amusement parks?
"We went to Tropical Park when we were kids and ran into a shooting," Conan explains, his brow furrowing in seriousness, "I think it was an organization that was dealing, the security guards at Tropical Park could only think of two guys in black when they recalled the suspicious people, one of them had long silver hair, I think it was Gin, and they started a shootout at the haunted house just as we ran into the body, and from what the police said we almost We almost ran into the body, and from what the police said, we almost staggered back and forth with the killer, and almost ran into each other, and Sonoko was..."
Scared.
It was because of the guard's comment that there were 'two men in black, one fashionable, with long silver hair' that Conan was alert enough to follow Mouri Ran to Tropical Park not long ago.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
So familiar... 'Tropical Park', 'haunted house', 'shooting', 'orders from the organization'... really familiar.
There's been enough silence today, but Ichijō Mirai's silence is particularly well-behaved, looking in his ears and out his nose before he's finished listening.
Conan stopped short of asking Ichijō Mirai, "By the way, you know what that is, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Ichijō Mirai said, still looking through his ears and nose, "Thank you for telling me about it."
That's a good point. Next time, don't say it.
...How did you scare Suzuki Sonoko while on a mission!
It was during [Organization Newcomer]!
What kind of mission did Gin pick!
"I hope I'm prepared for the next time you bring me unfortunate news," Ichijō Mirai turned his head and walked away without looking back, waving his hand, "Tell your Mr. Akai about our cooperation sometime, I guess he'd like to get in on the action too."
*
It was afternoon when Conan found out, evening when Akai Shūichi found out.
He raises an eyebrow and repeats, "Working with you."
Conan: "Uh-huh!"
After two seconds, Akai Shūichi repeated, "Working with you."
"Huh?" Conan wondered, "Uh-huh!"
"At your age," Akai Shūichi asked, "you can't be racing, can you?"