It's Ichijō Mirai.
It's really Ichijō Mirai.
Suzuki Sonoko closed her eyes, opened them again, closed them again, and so on several times, then turned her head to look around, and didn't find any other humanoid creatures on the living room floor, nor did she see any other beings that might be males, before she had to hesitantly make the equation: 'My boyfriend is at home' + 'Mr. Mirai is at home' = 'My boyfriend is Mr. Mirai'?
Hey, really?
She was even more unconvinced, and after repeatedly confirming and reaffirming for a long time, she sat on the carpet with her legs crossed in amazement and looked at Ichijō Mirai more carefully.
He was lying on the sofa, his ankles pressed against the sofa handles, wearing a black suit and covered with a fluffy white blanket that only reached his shoulders, not covering his calm lips and slightly folded brows. He looked like an elite who would appear on TV, frowning and opening his eyes when a rookie rushed into the office, and wrestling with the protagonist to the sound of the inexplicably lit background music of a Japanese drama. Compared to his wanton and ostentatious youth, he looked much more mature.
But it's exhausting.
Suzuki Sonoko had seen him in his prime, with an aura that would have made him look good even if he'd closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but now she felt a subtle fatigue.
Even though Ichijō Mirai showed no signs of fatigue, and his eyes showed no signs of bruises, and his complexion was healthy and normal, she still intuitively sensed a kind of fatigue that she could not resist. But it was understandable after thinking about it: although she didn't know why she was so powerful that she won Ichijō Mirai, and she didn't know how much he liked her, but he agreed to be her lover, even if he didn't love her deeply, he must like her.
Ichijō Mirai was tired of being confronted with the death of the person he loved and the fact that she came back to life every day, a shocking thing that no normal person could accept.
Thinking this way, and looking at it for a while, Suzuki Sonoko's eyes began to wander around, looking at the sky, the ground, and the air. Her face was still normal, but her ears were silently getting hot. After a moment, she finally convinced herself and carefully half-crouched down, using her elbows to support the edge of the sofa, and looked at Ichijō Mirai closely. She found that he was sleeping soundly, and his breathing was very shallow, so shallow that even if she stared at him without blinking, it was difficult to detect.
He wasn't pretending to be asleep, he was.
When Ichijō Mirai was pretending to be asleep, his breathing was intentionally heavier than that of a normal person, and Suzuki Sonoko was puzzled after judging this.
Most people who meet Ichijō Mirai for the first time probably think that he is a very enthusiastic person with no sense of boundaries. He has no sense of boundaries and can easily put his arm around strangers' shoulders and say some messed up words in an intimate tone, such as "Are you a new police academy student? Me too. What does your expression mean now? Please take it back immediately. To be honest, I should be the one to suspect that you are a criminal. After all, it is you who is the one who handcuffs others' wrists right at the beginning. You look like you are having a lot of fun and are proficient in unhealthy play. Are you really not an adult who just bought a set of ** clothes online? But the blonde hair is real, and it can't be pulled down."
After spending some time with him, some people will find that he is actually warm on the outside but cold on the inside. He may greet you warmly when you first meet, and he will also greet you warmly when you meet him for the second time, and he will greet you warmly every time you meet him for the third and fourth time, but he actually doesn't remember who you are and doesn't care at all. This is the most painful thing. He obviously has an incredible memory, but he doesn't care enough to even bother to recall it, and treats you as a stranger.
However, after enduring such indifference and spending some time with him as a friend, very few people will realize that he is actually quite warm-hearted, and that he tolerates people he agrees with without any limits, so much so that he seems to be able to help people he agrees with even if they kill someone.
The combination of these different attitudes makes him like a piece of hard bread with a puff pastry center, and as soft and sweet as the 'puff pastry' is, the 'hard bread' is as cold and crunchy as the 'puff pastry' is.
The most striking point is that when he is sleeping, the slightest movement will wake him up, even if there is a car passing by a few hundred meters away. Many times, Suzuki Sonoko actually suspected that he was just pretending to sleep to hook her, but she also felt that this cat-like way of taking time to sleep was quite Ichijō Mirai.
But now, from the time she opened the door to the time she repeatedly scanned Ichijō Mirai with her eyes, Suzuki Sonoko had been in his perimeter for about half an hour, and he was still asleep without any sign of waking up, which was clearly not normal.
Suzuki Sonoko's alarm bells went off, and she reluctantly tore her eyes away from Ichijō Mirai's quiet face and began to look around once again, utilizing her recently acquired detective knowledge.
Soon enough, she realized that there was a glass of water by the coffee table.
It was an ordinary glass, with less than a third of the water in it, not plain water, but water that looked like a lot of sugar had been added to it, so it was a bit cloudy, so cloudy that there were traces of water on the body of the glass, starting from the mouth of the glass about halfway down the knuckle, and spreading up to about a third of the way down the glass, which meant that the glass had been very full to begin with.
Suzuki Sonoko picked up the glass of water and sniffed at it, smelling a bitter medicinal odor. She put down the glass of water and went to the small drawers under the coffee table, and found a box of sleeping pills in one of the drawers.
The pills were in capsule form, and half of the tablet had already been consumed. There was a scratch on the edge of the tablet where the capsule had been pressed out, which looked as if the person who had taken the pills had not been paying attention and had scratched it with his fingernail.
After staring at the scratch for a while, Suzuki Sonoko went to look for Ichijō Mirai's hand. The adult male's hand was several times larger than hers, so she subconsciously inserted her fingers into it when she gripped it, almost interlocking her fingers before she could lift it halfway up.
Ichijō Mirai's fingers rested on the back of her hand, their tips exposed, like a feline's unclawed nails, short enough to leave no scratches on the tablet.
In contrast, Suzuki Sonoko's fingernails were longer, and when she pressed out the capsule with her fingertips, she would scratch the tablet if she wasn't careful.
Then she realized: no wonder Ichijō Mirai had slept so soundly and so defenselessly, he had taken sleeping pills, no wonder he had taken sleeping pills, it was 'her' who had fed him the pills.
I guess she also realized that he was tired, but Suzuki Sonoko could sense his state intuitively.
After solving the problem, she withdrew from her state of alertness, and then something suddenly came into sharp focus: the hand with which she had interlocked her fingers.
Ichijō Mirai's body temperature was higher than Suzuki Sonoko's, probably due to the fact that she was sleeping under a blanket and the air conditioning was on in the room. The backs of her hands were already cool, but she could clearly feel the warm fingertips on the backs of her hands, and even more so, she could clearly feel her hands intertwined with her own fingers.
She quickly warmed up, face suddenly burst red, subconsciously stand up on the spot, stand halfway and because still holding hands and sat down, can only sit on the couch side fidgeting, and self-persuasion of their own: boy- ahem, boyfriend, holding hands how!
So although it was still heating up, Suzuki Sonoko opened her eyes and pretended that nothing was wrong. Soon, she suddenly eeped, felt the softness in the palm of her fingers, and looked down at Ichijō Mirai's hand.
As a bodyguard, Ichijō Mirai's hands were dangerous, he was skilled with many weapons, and accordingly, his hands were covered with calluses of all kinds, and were not very hard, but because Suzuki Sonoko's hands were the hands that usually only touched a book or a pen, occasionally when she shook hands, she felt a slight tickle on the place where she was held, and each time she had to try to blink and put on a stern face in order to hide her heart's slight movement of sensation.
But that was a long time ago, and ever since Ichijō Mirai quit his job as a bodyguard, disappeared for a while, and was called out on the street by Suzuki Sonoko and came back to his job, he seemed to be very careful about certain things, and even in occasional situations such as climbing and climbing over a wall or skiing, as long as he didn't have gloves on, he didn't hold Suzuki Sonoko's hand anymore.
There were only a few exceptions, such as when she was handcuffed by a blonde police academy freshman in the street, Suzuki Sonoko still vaguely remembers that after the misunderstanding was resolved, he let go of her hand and said provocatively, 'You're a police academy student? That's not what your hands say', probably saying that Ichijō Mirai's hands were covered in calluses and that they had been trained to look like a serious criminal.
But now, the hand Suzuki Sonoko was holding didn't have a single callus, and she even felt that Ichijō Mirai's hand felt similar to her own, like a student's hand, or a student who didn't even have a pencil callus.
She was stunned for a moment, looking at and rubbing Ichijō Mirai's hand again and again, but she couldn't find any calluses, but she did find a mark at the base of his ring finger that looked like the mark of a ring.
The mark was shallow, so shallow that Suzuki Sonoko could only see it when she looked carefully, and was still unsure; she had just moved over to examine it more closely when the hand she was holding suddenly moved and gripped her back.
Ichijō Mirai sat up.
Apparently not fully awake, his eyes were half-open and his brow was furrowed a bit more than when he was asleep, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that it was Suzuki Sonoko in front of him before he relaxed, and he smiled half a beat before his eyes were fully open, "Good morning."
"Good-" Suzuki Sonoko was embraced before she could finish her sentence, she smelled the minty scent of Ichijō Mirai and was stunned as she rubbed his neck wordlessly, "Good morning-"
"Mr. Mirai."
After embracing for a few breaths, Ichijō Mirai let go of Suzuki Sonoko's cheeks, probably sensing the warmth of her cheeks, and also let go of his hand.
His eyes swept over the blue dress uniform Suzuki Sonoko was wearing, checking the temperature of the air conditioner before saying, "It's winter now, do you want to change first? The checkroom is this way."
The checkroom was converted from two guest bedrooms, and barely fit Suzuki Sonoko's spring, summer, fall, and winter clothes. The clothes were not only categorized according to the season, but also according to the material, and there was a sign on the closet door, which was so simple and easy to understand that even a first-time entrant to the checkroom would be able to easily find the general clothes they wanted.
Passing by a closet with a furry rabbit sign, presumably for furs, Suzuki Sonoko went to the deepest part, opened the closet labeled Sakura, and saw children's clothes hanging inside. She looked at Ichijō Mirai, who had followed her in, and realized that the smirk on his face had deepened, and felt a sense of dismay, "Wait... it's not like..."
"Unfortunately," Ichijō Mirai stifled a grin, "I took care of four year old Suzuki just a while ago, and thanks to Mouri-sama's eagerness to help, otherwise cute Suzuki would have been asking me for the seventh time if I was a fox."
"I guess it's because I'm too reliable."
Now Ichijō Mirai is a very gentlemanly adult in every move. When he followed Suzuki Sonoko in, he would extend his hand to help her block some of the debris. This is how he fully demonstrated his gentlemanly charm. But unfortunately, Suzuki Sonoko has known him since she was a child. She has seen this guy harming people randomly and with bad intentions. When she saw the bad guy suddenly become a decent person, the child who is not good at hiding his emotions would be shocked.
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
"By the way," Ichijō Mirai said as he closed the door and motioned to Suzuki Sonoko to lead her to the winter clothing section, "did you like to listen to stories about ghosts and demons when you were a kid?"
"You never told me before."
This is what four-year-old Suzuki reveals, and for some reason, while quickly accepting without surprise that 'what, I'm a memory fragment or traveled to the future?' While quickly accepting it without surprise, she was convinced that 'Ichijō Mirai is a big-tailed fox'.
Suzuki Sonoko again: "..."
"Ahaha, is that so?" She stammered, "Maybe I loved it at the time, but I've completely forgotten about it now!"
"Really?" Ichijō Mirai repeats the phrase, filtering out the faintheartedness and adding a rich smile, "Well, let's pick out some clothes."
He opened the closet in the winter clothing section in turn, then asked, "By the way, you're a sophomore in high school, right? The date is not indicative...what was the most recent case of a murder you encountered?"
The first half of the sentence, literally speaking, was uncertain, but his tone was sure, so he had obviously surmised an approximation before Suzuki Sonoko had even said when she was Suzuki Sonoko, but he wasn't quite sure of the exact exact time.
But it's not quite accurate to call it a case, is it?
There are so many cases every day. If you say "I encountered a murder while skiing", several cases will pop up in Suzuki Sonoko's mind instantly. This is only up to the second year of high school, not all of them. There are probably more murders in the third year of high school and college. There are so many murders that the parties involved in the murders may not be able to remember clearly which murder happened at which time. Thinking of this, she changed her words: "Well... half a month ago, you said you would teach me to be a detective."
After a pause, she added, "Three days from now, that's when you're going to take me on my first case, but you haven't told me where yet."
This was too good a time to lock in, Ichijō Mirai smoothly said, "The reason I didn't tell you the location is because I don't need to set up another place, wherever you and Ms. Mouri are hanging out on that day, you can try your hand at solving the case."
Suzuki Sonoko's eyes rounded a bit, "Hey?"
You make it sound like they're going to be involved in a murder.
The question was obvious, but Ichijō Mirai opened the row of closets and then took a few steps back, as if he hadn't noticed the question he had no intention of explaining, only changing the subject in a relaxed tone, "There's a fireworks display in Tokyo today."
"We can change later in the evening if you want to see the fireworks, but for now," He said with a thoughtful expression, "where do you want to go today?"
"Tokyo is probably different from what you remember, so if you're interested in wandering around and having fun, you'll be surprised."
Because of Ichijō Mirai's smile, Suzuki Sonoko judged without thinking: 'not quite the same' and 'surprised' in a good way.
Her eyes immediately lit up, and she blurted out even more thoughtlessly, "A date?!"
Ichijō Mirai said, "If you like, sure."
"It can be a 'date' or a 'party', either way, I want you to have fun today."
One day is fine.
One day today, one day tomorrow, one day the day after that, one day for Suzuki Sonoko, one day for each of the different memories of Suzuki Sonoko, and all of them would be happy.
Serious things, serious things, trivial things, things about the future are things that other couples who still have a future need to think about, and it's none of his business.
Ichijō Mirai spoke ahead of Suzuki Sonoko when she was keenly startled: "Clothes are clean, you change first, what do you want to eat for breakfast?"
Clothes are not only outerwear, but also intimate apparel, and the intimate apparel is different for different seasons. In the eyes of Suzuki Sonoko, who has not yet become boyfriend and girlfriend with him, he probably treats him as a friend or older brother whom he has grown up with, and he doesn't intend to stay for more than a few minutes, and counts the breakfast items that are available for ordering, one by one: "Bread, jam, omelette, miso soup, rice..."
"Well," Suzuki Sonoko looked thoughtfully at the smiling Ichijō Mirai, and without voicing her feeling that he was both happy and not-so-happy, she raised her hand, "is there a dessert store nearby?"
"I'm kind of craving dessert."
Medicine is bitter, dessert is sweet.
This time it was Ichijō Mirai's turn to be stunned, he quickly reacted to why Suzuki Sonoko wanted to go to the dessert store this early in the morning and couldn't help but lose his smile, "Okay, let's go to the dessert store then."
"I'll wait for you outside."
Dessert stores don't open too early, usually later than high school students go to school. It's not yet time for Suzuki Sonoko to go to school, so there's no need to rush, but Ichijō Mirai is waiting outside, and even if she goes out to the dessert store right now and waits for the owner to open the door, she wants to rush out as quickly as possible.
The clothes in her closet were all put together in a set, and each set was Suzuki Sonoko's aesthetic. Most of them were youthful and cute, which Suzuki Sonoko, a sophomore in high school, liked very much, but after casually choosing a sweet girl's outfit, she hesitated and chose a more mature one, a calf-length winter dress and black snow boots.
It wasn't very mature, but it was the most mature set in her closet. After changing, she turned around in the mirror a few times and estimated that she looked about eighteen or nineteen before she was satisfied and pushed her way out of the room.
Ichijō Mirai on the couch looked up.
He changed into a black casual suit, which looked like a suit for serious work or a baseball uniform for leisure time. When Suzuki Sonoko first saw him, she thought she saw Ichijō Mirai when he was about 17 or 18 years old. She was happy that they thought the same thing, but when she looked at him more carefully, she was surprised. "Huh?"
Wait, how come without the suit, Ichijō Mirai actually looks like he's 17 or 18?!
It's really not a human, isn't it! It's a fox!
The reason why he's not allowed to touch her hands is probably because of the fur loss!
That's why it was so easy to get her off her feet. A tricky fox!
Before Ichijō Mirai could stand up and explain with a smile, Suzuki Sonoko reached out and said in a deep voice, "Okay, no need to explain, I've guessed it all."
"As a matter of fact," She was as deep as Romeo, who was being reluctant to part with Juliet, "I had already guessed!"
"..." Ichijō Mirai was having a hard time not laughing, "You should have told me earlier that you liked weird legends, I think I'd have been happy to argue in favor of my own persona-"
"It's nothing, it's not a secret, I can tell you," he took the bag from Suzuki Sonoko's hand and didn't really refrain from explaining just because she was playing deep and he understood, "I accidentally took a drug while I was away from work, so my body has changed a bit, specifically in the sense that injuries heal faster, pain sensations diminish to nothing, and my younger years last longer."
Hey!
It sounded a lot more reasonable than 'Ichijō Mirai is actually a fox', but Suzuki Sonoko looked at Ichijō Mirai's smiling face and thought about his old fist-pumping smile, and decided that a fox made more sense.
Ichijō Mirai added, "Whether this was a good thing or not is debatable, but right now, it seems like a very good thing."
The good thing was that while Suzuki Sonoko's 'resurrection' lasted, he felt like time had stopped.
Was it really a good thing?
Suzuki Sonoko pushed the door open, and she hesitated for a moment before asking after Ichijō Mirai closed the door, "So, I, I died..."
How long has it been?
If she passed away a long, long time ago, although I'm glad Ichijō Mirai still likes her, but...
The question was interrupted by the sound of fast and furious footsteps, followed by the sound of a human voice, "Uh-huh, it's a sunny day today too, so nothing will happen, don't worry, we'll be right back... hello, two of you..."
The middle-aged woman who came out from the next house and seemed to be their neighbor put down her cell phone, her cheerful smile froze, and for some reason Suzuki Sonoko found that she was a bit afraid of her, not only averting her eyes as she bowed, but also choosing Ichijō Mirai in the multiple choice of who she had to look at, and apologizing for staring at the ground near his shoes, "Am I interrupting a beautiful morning for the two of you? I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"
Because she felt that the neighbor seemed to be afraid of herself, Suzuki Sonoko only gave a few false starts and denied it hastily, "No, no, no."
"We were just about to go out, we weren't disturbed," Ichijō Mirai also said, and then asked, "It's seven o'clock, your work time?"
Seven o'clock is normal, isn't it? No need to ask, Suzuki Sonoko thought, but found that the atmosphere seemed to be a bit tense, and the neighbor lady immediately explained anxiously, "No, no, it's not nine o'clock yet, my work time is nine o'clock, I'm just meeting a friend to go out to have breakfast with her."
"I'm also meeting a friend for dinner tonight," She added, explaining a little too much, "not because I'm afraid of insecurity or anything, Tokyo is very safe, and it's only five o'clock when I get off work, and I get off work early, so I don't usually get off work on the dot, it's just that my friend and I work for the same company so we're very close, and we hang out together a lot."
As if the tension immediately loosened, Ichijō Mirai smiled and nodded, "I see. Good morning, Ms. Kinoshita."
The elevator arrived.
As they stepped into the elevator together and pressed the button for the first floor, Suzuki Sonoko looked from left to right, judging Ichijō Mirai's attitude to be normal, while the neighbor's attitude was a bit overly suspicious, making her wonder if the other person knew about her daily 'resurrections' and was acting scared while barely pretending not to be.
After a moment's hesitation, she spoke out tentatively, "Hey, does Ms. Kinoshita go to work at 9:00 in the morning and leave at 5:00 in the afternoon? That's great!"
The atmosphere was tense again, even more so than before.
The neighbor's face froze, as if Suzuki Sonoko had said something sensitive, and after a few seconds she smiled, not wondering how her neighbor didn't know her own commute time, but just obediently explaining: "Yes, it's actually fine, Tokyo nowadays isn't the Tokyo of the old days, and everyone commutes to and from work at the same time, and the pay is much better, so life is better. "
The elevator stops on the first floor, and Ichijō Mirai walks out, his expression still smiling, "There's a few dessert stores nearby, I'll search them for you, where do you want us to go?"
He handed his cell phone to Suzuki Sonoko.
Suzuki Sonoko had to leave the neighbor lady alone and looked down at the photos and menus of the three dessert stores on her phone, choosing one and checking the opening hours, she found out that all three stores actually opened at seven o'clock.
Probably guessing what she was surprised about from her cat-like green eyes, Ichijō Mirai took the phone and casually explained with a normal expression, "Maybe it's because of technological advances or something, but one of the huge changes in Tokyo in recent years has been the commute times, and accordingly, many stores have changed their opening and closing times."
"Then this is the place."
He took Suzuki Sonoko to the car and explained, "That Ms. Kinoshita's attitude just now... not many people know about you, but she's a neighbor and has seen you once or twice at different times, so she should have a guess, but it's not fear of you,"
"It's fear of something beyond her own understanding."
It's not pleasant to be feared, Suzuki Sonoko snapped out of her musings, "It's nothing, I'm afraid of people who 'come back to life' too."
Besides, she only had one day, so being scared was not a problem at all, as it only bothered her for a short while.
The problem was Ichijō Mirai.
The car was still moving, so Suzuki Sonoko only leaned over to the driver's seat to look at the side of Ichijō Mirai's face, and said with deliberation, "Mirai-san, you seem to have grown up a lot, and you're very different from before... very handsome."
The dessert store wasn't too far away, and Ichijō Mirai translated as he parked his car: "Are you trying to say it's strange?"
"I can't help it, people have to grow up when they lose something," He said, turning sideways to help Suzuki Sonoko unbuckle her seatbelt without trying to hide it, "I can continue to pretend to be the same person I was before, but even if there's nothing wrong with me, you'll soon realize it and get upset."
"It's not really that strange," Suzuki Sonoko added, not too kindly, and after a moment's thought, as Ichijō Mirai came over to open the door and take her out of the car, she handed her hand over and whispered more embarrassingly what she meant more accurately, "It's that you're too human."
Before, Ichijō Mirai was a little bit inhuman, a little bit something.
Now Ichijō Mirai was too well-dressed, too human.
Since waking up, there hasn't been a single 'Ichijō Mirai's victim', not one!
For others, this is normal, this is a normal human basics, but for Ichijō Mirai, it's a mercy, it's an angel, it's something that will move the victims to cry out and pray, 'Whoever you are, please don't come down from this dog! .
That's a bit of an exaggeration, but Suzuki Sonoko has seen Ichijō Mirai's rare moments of silence, only to have one of his classmates sniffing around suspiciously, wondering if he's up to something.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
"Thanks for the compliment?" He said, as if in jest, "Maybe I'm not a pest now because I've already been one? Maybe you're the only one who thinks I'm a good person, and everyone else takes one look at me and yells at me for being a bad person, a dog, a demon, a devil, or something."
"Well," Suzuki Sonoko laughed out loud, noticing something as she was about to walk into the dessert store, "Huh, how few people are on the street?"
There were few people on the street, only two or three pedestrians, but there were more cars, seven or eight of them.
One other thing that caught Suzuki Sonoko's attention was that there was a huge high screen on the street, broadcasting the morning weather, with subtitles at the bottom of the screen, and the presenter saying that it was a sunny day or something like that.
As she walked along, she saw several of these screens, seemingly on every street.
This is very strange. Big screens are not street necessities like street lamps. Generally, there won't be anything that needs big screens, right? But the few pedestrians on the street stopped when the news was played on the screen. Even the passing vehicles slowed down, as if they were paying attention to very important information. Suzuki Sonoko, who was paying attention to pedestrians and vehicles, looked at the screen for a while and said nothing. She thought, "9 to 5." Before Ichijō Mirai smiled and gave a reasonable explanation, she convinced herself, "Sure enough, many people haven't woken up yet, right? I said, if it wasn't for the early start of work and school, people wouldn't wake up that early."
Ichijō Mirai nodded in agreement, "Yes."
The dessert store was staffed.
After sitting down by the window, Suzuki Sonoko flipped through the menu and ordered a dessert, then was surprised to find that Ichijō Mirai didn't order from the menu, but instead stood up and walked in the direction of the kitchen, "OK, please wait, I'll be quick, breakfast desserts will be right with you."
The staff at the dessert store also looked unsurprised, respectfully sidestepped to make way, then turned back and continued to ask, "May I ask what kind of drink you would like, miss?"
Suzuki Sonoko: "!!!"
"No, no thanks," She replied half a beat slower, uttering the word, 'Wow.' only after the staff had left.
After leaving and returning to work, Ichijō Mirai gives the reason 'Why did you suddenly leave for a while? Ah, my aunt opened a dessert store in Tokyo and said she had too many customers and wanted me to help out.' Suzuki Sonoko of course believed it, but she'd never seen him make desserts!
Now that she has watched Ichijō Mirai skillfully making desserts in the transparent kitchen, she is once again sure that Mr. Mirai is not lying to her.
Wow.
After looking at her face for a while, there was a sound of knocking on the glass from the side, Suzuki Sonoko turned her head at the sound and saw a person standing outside the glass window of the dessert store.
It was a man in his twenties or thirties, with black hair, a good temper, and a smile on his face. He was holding up a cell phone, and on the screen was a message: [Excuse me, is this dessert store good?]
[Thank you.]
Hey?
Suzuki Sonoko thought the passerby looked familiar. He looked at the phone screen, then at the passerby's face, and searched hard in his mind. Finally, he found out why he looked familiar: once, when Ichijō Mirai was handcuffed by a blond and sullen-looking guy, the black-haired passerby stood aside. He turned his head to comfort the blond and sullen-looking guy, and then turned his head to comfort Ichijō Mirai, who also had a sullen face. From time to time, he even took the time to try to unlock the handcuffs. He was extremely embarrassed.
To make matters worse, it seems that Ichijō Mirai took revenge on him later on...
In retrospect, Suzuki Sonoko also remembered the name of the victim: Morofushi Hiromitsu.