Ichijō Mirai gets out in front of a building.
He hadn't lied too much to Conan, and much of the mission was true, such as the fact that the organization had labs all over the world, and the fact that the software company in question was owned by the organization.
The software company was twice the size of any other company of its caliber, and excluding the offices of its unknowing employees, it was a small-scale lab, something Conan could have easily figured out by pulling drawings of the building from the police, and was even more convinced by his own conclusions.
Whether or not there is a successful drug in the lab...all it takes is an order to destroy it from the suspicious and repulsive leader.
There were very few people in the building, a few days before all the companies were looking for all sorts of collective holidays, now only a few security and cleaning staff were still in the building, the rest was empty, only a silence, even the elevator was quiet.
Until the sound of the card being swiped opened again.
Belmode stepped in, shaking her car keys, her eyes scanned up and down the interior of the building for a few seconds, and casually said: "The rain is too heavy, the police that followed me didn't follow me up, do you want to wait?"
After saying that, she retracted her sight to look backward to the door that opened again, her lips raised up, "Oops, the chief adult also came, then it seems that the police are also in place, no need to wait."
There is a suspicion that Rum that waste will never accidentally get rid of the police in front of him.
Rum, who had just swiped his card: "..."
This is the time when Ichijō Mirai saw this poor victim outside of the game. Unlike Belmode, he felt that he had not persecuted Rum very much, and he was not very familiar with the reaction of Rum seeing him again after suffering such a long time of slow-cooking torture: would he bulge his eyes and blood pressure soar like a frog in a hot pot, or would he have already applied for a long-term residence certificate for Sanzu River in advance amid the ups and downs of blood pressure and feel very disappointed?
He looked over with curiosity and realized that it was the latter.
Rum only clenched his back teeth at Belmode's words, which could not be said to contain anything but cynicism, but after Ichijō Mirai looked over, he quickly unclenched his back teeth, and again wore an expression that he didn't hear when the wind was blowing too hard.
He looked like he didn't have an umbrella, his body was quite wet, and not only was his step a shallow mark, but his hair was also in strands, which made his expression even more submissive.
Even Rum took it upon himself to echo Belmode's words, "Well, the police that followed me are out there."
"Then we can get started," Ichijō Mirai's eyes swept over, as if he hadn't realized that Rum was so distracted that he probably guessed his own death was imminent, "We're going to the tenth floor."
The software company rented the ninth and tenth floors, the ninth floor is the nominal office space, the tenth floor is the nominal individual leader's office location, both floors have a laboratory area, only the ninth floor is crowded, put some sub-secret things.
As they entered the elevator, Rum whispered again, "Boss, this lab," he said.
He was hesitant to speak, "Did it really work?"
Rum was almost a different person from the smug and proud Rum from the first 'meeting', even talking with his eyes lowered and not looking directly at Ichijō Mirai.
It seems that life has gotten the better of him.
But not completely.
Otherwise he wouldn't have tried, and a careful tryst is still a tryst.
Ichijō Mirai smiled at Rum, "It worked. Why else do you think I joined forces with the police? Why else do you think I'd be working with the police? It's a natural way to get rid of these troublesome things that were successful when the previous leader was still around, and have long been on the police's radar."
"Eternal life is the most irresistible thing to mankind, even the most noble man can't help but be swayed by it, let alone our police officers." He didn't change his face with his hand, "If we don't deal with it now, when the big shots can't stand old age any longer, that's when I'll be chased and bitten by the persistent, and that's too much of a hassle."
Belmode's eyes were on the elevator wall, she looked at Rum's reflection on the silver wall, and when the elevator made a crisp beep and the doors slowly opened, separating Rum's reflection, she spoke as she stepped out, "Is it that you find those big bugs hard to deal with and a pain in the ass, or is it that you think they are so boring that you're bored of spending a second with them that you're going to want to scratch through the skylight to go out for a cordless bungee jump?"
She seemed to be teasing, and Ichijō Mirai seemed to be teased as well. He walked slowly to the door of the hidden laboratory, entered the password to open the laboratory, and sighed, "There is only a fine line between 'bugs' and 'hunters'. I am a 'hunter', and you are also a 'hunter'. You should know where this fine line is. When I am bored occasionally, I may be happy to play with bugs to kill some extra time, but I don't want to have another of my kind that I need to compete with seriously."
Rum walked between them, not looking away, and bowed his head knowingly as Ichijō Mirai entered the code, hiding the glint in his eye.
People always want to live, and if they can live, who can die?
...Except for the one who lives in an airplane without any taste.
Now, he took from Ichijō Mirai's careless words a lighted path to survival: it sounded as if, after taking the medicine, in addition to reversing the flow of time, there would be other incidental changes in the human body that would make the person in question stronger, qualitatively transformed to the point of metamorphosing from prey to hunter.
Compared to immortality, this is not something difficult to accept. At least Rum was convinced instantly, and it resolved his doubts of 'How can Belmode be more powerful than me?' and 'Boss! Boss, I can't live without you, Boss! Boss, what did you force into the organization? Boss, you can die if you die, you are a money-loser who deserves to die but still refuses to die, but can you take away the unknown thing you forced into the organization? What on earth is he?'
The question now is: how do we get the medicine?
Ichijō Mirai's intentions are obvious, he's so high and mighty that he doesn't even try to hide it, and Rum clearly knows that he's trying to destroy both the medicine and his nominal leader.
The perfect time to get the drug would be...
When the police are about to successfully destroy the drug.
Ichijō Mirai is a cold-hearted person who has a face full of 'I am alone and if one person dies, the whole family will die' and has no good friends. He will never confide in the police. The transaction is just a fragile transaction like glass. It is fine in normal times, but when there is a fierce conflict between the two sides, just one accident can detonate the situation.
In such a conflict, when both sides have attracted each other's attention, Rum has the chance to steal the drug and escape to take the drug to get through the dangerous period.
Thinking fast, Rum sees the door to the lab sliding open silently, revealing an empty white corridor.
He noticed Ichijō Mirai smiling and glancing at him, and as if sensing the difference in his expression, he hastened to compose his expression and spoke in a low voice, using a worried tone, "Are there many drugs left? It's raining heavily outside, in case the police swooped in and managed to snatch some..."
The laboratory was empty. Ichijō Mirai walked in the white corridor, took out his phone and sent a message to Conan in a cautious tone, first explaining the floor of the laboratory, then explaining that the laboratory had been cleaned up, indicating that the leader had a secret confidant in Tokyo, who might be nearby and planning to evacuate with them, and suggested that the police should not act immediately, because the evil leader was most alert when he was in the laboratory.
While editing a set of half-truths to Conan, he calmly told Rum another set of half-truths, "Don't worry, the police are very straightforward, but those old bigwigs have twisted intestines. From what I know about them, they won't take action unless they are 100% sure that the drugs they have seized are genuine. Only the drugs we carry when we board the cruise ship are 100% genuine, and they will only take action at that time."
After saying that, Ichijō Mirai also finished editing the text message and sent it out, he paused and went to look at Rum, his expression was a rare gentle one for a waste, "If we want to continue to live, I'm afraid that there are capable officers among the police that they have sent, maybe the plan of destroying the drugs might go awry, when that happens..."
"The drugs can't be immersed in water. In a pinch, you take care of the drugs."
Better yet, take care of yourself.
His eyes were bright with this meaning, he had already made an unquestionable decision, but he still cared about the deceased's opinion in a meaningful way, "Is it okay?"
Rum: "...Yes."