There's no doubt that 'Satan' is a scourge of society, the scum of mankind, an executioner deserving of death by a thousand cuts if there is a hell on earth.
But 'Kujō Mirai' is different.
Amuro Tōru met him, knew him, understood him.
...Or thought he did.
As he twisted the doorknob to open the door, Amuro Tōru took a deep breath and released it slowly, picking up his cleaning tools and pushing them through the door, then pausing as he closed the door with his heel.
Unexpected.
The interior decoration style of this house was beyond his expectation. It was neither the minimalist, depressing black and white or bloody style that was more in line with the character of 'Satan', nor the military dormitory style that 'Messiah' always expressed that he didn't care about the residence at all. On the contrary, it was very warm.
The entire color palette of the room was made up of white, blue and pink, white for the walls, table, chairs and dolls, blue for the carpet, the curtains that blew in the wind and the dolls, and pink for the roses and the dolls.
Yes, dolls.
After staring at it for a few seconds, Amuro Tōru couldn't help but reveal a strange expression. After ruling out the ridiculous speculation that 'people always change, and in the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, and his dear classmate has grown from a bastard who used the dormitory as a check-in point in the police academy and hardly went back home except for sleeping every day to a warm and kind man' and the even more ridiculous speculation that 'Ichijō Mirai is living with a girl', his first thought was:
Could it be that the person he saw was really not a classmate who came back from the dead, but 'Satan'?
As for the reason why 'Satan's' residence looked like a place for lovers to live together...
Recalling that the owner of the house hardly ever really lived here, and that he would come every two or three days with great frequency, but would leave after half an hour each time, Amuro Tōru uncertainly tried to figure out 'Satan' with the most despicable thoughts: was there a girl in the house?
It was a bit unrealistic.
But it was more realistic than 'Ichijō Mirai is living with his lover'.
Amuro Tōru calmly went through the entire house and realized that besides the kitchen balcony and bathroom, the two-story house had only three rooms in use, two of which were the study and one of which was the master bedroom.
The master bedroom with double bed.
The master bedroom with a double bed has a carpeted floor, fuzzy animal slippers by the bedroom door, and cute cartoon animal bedspreads.
The two studies have the same layout, but one of them has a similarity with the whole house, that is, the corners are protected with soft fabrics of the same color, which is self-evident: there are two masters in this house.
Two brand new toiletries in the bathroom confirm this incredible fact.
And there was no basement, no closed basement.
So, ruling out all the possibilities, there was only one truth: even if the lady of the house never showed up, and the man came back for half an hour or so almost every day or two, this was the home of a couple of lovers.
'Satan'...
'Kujō Mirai'...
Which one of them looks like a serious lover?
Back in the master bedroom again, Amuro Tōru lowers his head and gazes at the furry slippers placed on the doorstep, one of which is a rabbit, clutching a carrot with its ears perked up in innocence of an uninvited guest.
Amuro Tōru: "..."
It goes without saying that any Tokyoite who remembers what he did can say without hesitation that he's not a normal person.
Even if he wasn't born with an antisocial personality, he had some sort of strange mental illness that made him completely unlike anyone else.
What about 'Kujō Mirai'?
...Well, he's not exactly normal, not to the extent of 'Satan', but at least 'sick in the head' isn't a complete slur on him, it's a fair description.
For example, he didn't know how to make friends at all.
Even friendship, it seems to be in and they live and die together side by side for a few months to slowly read and learn, and even until he was killed in the line of duty, he had not learned something deeper than friends, before he initially recognized them as friends, initial and hesitant to release some signals to recognize that they are friends with each other.
Could such a man really fall in love? Even though he himself has shown an unusual concern for this, it's still surprising to hear.
Ichijō Mirai dares to talk about it, but Amuro Tōru doesn't even think about it.
It took ten seconds for him to regain his composure, to take a deep breath, and to admit that if this was a warning, his dear classmate had been a great success; when he arrived, his thoughts had been mixed up with the mystery of his identity and the death of a man, and now he was also mixed up, but most of his thoughts were on something very different.
He exited the bedroom and went to the study without the soft anti-knock stickers.
The reason why the same layout but hard than the other study room seems monotonous cold a lot, in fact, not only anti-knock stickers, but also those dense books on the bookshelf related to those books are mostly related to the case, there are criminal psychology class and anatomy class, the only exception is probably in the middle of the upper part of the row of chicken soup book, from the title of the book is to persuade people do not often angry and see the open.
Aside from the chicken soup books, the other books didn't even have the plastic layer removed, and at a glance, Amuro Tōru could easily tell that they were absolutely brand new.
He: "..."
If it was Ichijō Mirai, then Amuro Tōru could understand why the chicken soup book was unsealed.
Probably contrary to the creator's original intention, those books were not used by Ichijō Mirai for his own self-help, but rather for a second fatal attack after flicking someone else's blood pressure, ostensibly to calm and enlighten them while happily flicking their blood pressure again.
There was a computer and a black notebook on the desk. Amuro Tōru took his eyes off the bookshelf and walked over to the computer silently to check it first. Finding a password, he picked up the notebook.
He flips through it, closes it, and opens it again, as if to confirm, "...A diary?"
It's a diary, but it's not dated, just the day of the week.
[Wednesday. Ate food. Delicious.]
[Saturday. Ate food. Delicious.]
[Friday. Ate food. Delicious.]
[Monday, no, this can't continue, I'm a member of the Organization!]
[Wednesday. Are food, Delicious.
Why does every restaurant in Tokyo taste good? Oh, the ones I pick aren't good. the ones picked by Ms. Suzuki are good.]
[Friday. Ate food. Delicious.]
[Wednesday, Ms. Suzuki found another gourmet restaurant, I think we can make her a member of the organization's inner circle.]
At the bottom of this diary page are a few extra paragraphs in pencil: [I'll tear it out and rewrite it, lately I've been trying to develop the great Miss. Suzuki into a member of the organization's inner circle, without eating the food.]
[Tuesday, beating people up.]
[Friday, Ms. Suzuki doesn't know that I punched someone, good, it's not the age of bullying a girl just because you like her, you deserve to be punched.]
Amuro Tōru: "..."
"..."
He stared at the diary for a long time, realizing that he didn't know Japanese anymore, or else how could he have read something so incomprehensible?
Haha, you're crazy.
Amuro Tōru, easily judging his own state of mind, calm down with relief and continued reading.
[Saturday, I've made it up long enough to ask Ms. Suzuki for her credibility.
Probably because she was too tired, Miss Suzuki dozed off for a while, with her eyes open and not saying anything. She woke up a few minutes later and said, "…But although I was never bullied in high school, I did have conflicts with my classmates. One classmate deliberately slapped the blackboard eraser in my direction, and we had a fight, but he was actually a nice person. He called me that night to sincerely apologize."
So I suddenly got sleepy and dozed off for a few seconds without saying anything, and then woke up and said, 'It's just a turn of phrase, isn't it?]
[Ms. Suzuki said that the name was wrong, that I shouldn't have called her 'Ms. Suzuki' because I didn't know her in high school, and that it would be fine if I changed it, and that 'but' was actually a twist on this harmless little flaw.
I believe it.]
[Are you satisfied, shameless asshole who coldly peeps into other people's privacy and concludes that they won't fall in love and asks if their girlfriends are threatened?]
Amuro Tōru: "..."
While reading the first half of the diary, he clearly felt that he was really crazy for misreading the diary into such an impossible content, and only when he read the last paragraph, his sanity suddenly came back to him and he tensed his body to turn the last page of the diary.
[Morofushi-san...]
Morofushi-san?
Almost instinctively, Amuro Tōru, who had once again fallen into a daze, looked up subconsciously and locked eyes with Ichijō Mirai, who had silently appeared on the windowsill.
After a long time, Ichijō Mirai was exactly as Furuya Rei remembered him, as if he had come out from the depths of his memory, except for his hair, which was a bit longer than before, and on his right hand, which was holding onto the window frame, there was a bracelet of wooden plaques, and the plaques were swaying in the air, exposing both the front and the back of the plaques.
[Moral Sense]
[High]
The highly qualified Ichijō Mirai showed a subtle expression of surprise, as if he hadn't noticed Furuya Rei's confusion as he was thrown into beat after beat of punches, only to raise his head in greeting as if nothing had happened, "Hi, gentlemen, Furuya-san."
He asked, "Why is it you?"
Furuya Rei: "..."
First of all, the guy who's pretending to be surprised, but has already skillfully flicked his blood pressure, is definitely the dog he knows.
Secondly...
Isn't that too much?!