Call the Police and Let Me Know

"Mirai-san actually knows sign language."

Amuro Tōru jolted awake in the driver's seat.

He sat up a bit, breathed in low and open-mouthed, closed his eyes, and could still recall Morofushi Hiromitsu's face when he said that, thoughtful, eyes moving slightly, as if he was thinking about something he couldn't guess because he didn't know it because of Furuya Rei, and it had something to do with Ichijō Mirai.

The car was unheated, and the windows were closed. At some point, it started to snow outside, and the lush forest was covered with a silent white color, and an invisible but clearly felt coldness spread out, making the car a cold and narrow space that was dull and airless.

Amuro Tōru pushed the window down a little, looked out the window, and smelled the cold air.

He looked away from the mountain house, opened the door, and entered the forest keeper's cabin.

The neighborhood was rare, even the tourists were few and far between, except for regular supplies and purchases, the forest keeper often didn't see a single outsider for a month or two, and it was reasonable to assume that neither 'Furuya Rei' nor 'Amuro Tōru' would come to this place.

The former was a carefree police cadet with a bright future after graduation, as if it had been so bright for a month that the glass was hot.

The latter is a silent code-named member of the organization, an information thief that even the members of the organization loathe, who often hangs out in places where there's classified information, and will take away his target's most important secrets at the drop of a hat.

He shouldn't have come to these wild mountains, and he shouldn't have followed Ms. Mouri, who had a child with her, far away from here and stayed too far away to approach, knowing that he couldn't get close, that he'd be detected if he did, and that he should stay away.

But he came anyway.

As 'Amuro Tōru', he came to track down 'Furuya Rei's' classmate.

Human emotion is a wonderful factor that can cause people to act in ways that are contrary to reason.

When he first caught and sensed Ichijō Mirai's scent, Amuro Tōru had gone too far and approached him again and again, not fearing that the other person would notice his presence, or even wanting him to notice his presence.

The difficult situation caused by his current identity, Ichijō Mirai's current identity, and the intentions of the higher-ups in the police force were all pushed down to something that had the least presence.

But now...

Amuro Tōru lit the fireplace in the cabin, evoking a gradual warmth.

He reached for his cell phone and pressed the buttons with his frozen fingers to send a message: [The kid from the convenience store,]

[Is it confirmed that the target is not proficient in sign language?]

The contact person for the identity 'Amuro Tōru' was Kazami Yuuya, and soon after, Kazami Yūya replied, not only with a reply, but also forwarded all the previous messages.

There was the request for Amuro Tōru to make the final designation of the children who were unable to speak and could only sign, the request that the children had been sent to the designated place at the right time and all surrounding personnel and surveillance had been canceled, and the request that the children be picked up at the end of the incident and that the children recounted their feelings about Ichijō Mirai.

She was quite sure that she had signaled: [That brother doesn't know sign language.]

The reason: "A person who knows sign language can read what I'm saying at a glance, but a person who doesn't know sign language can make all kinds of guesses, which are hard to fake."

Just as it's hard to disguise someone who knows a certain game as someone who doesn't know anything about the game, it's also hard to disguise someone who knows nothing about the game, and it's hard to disguise someone who knows nothing about the game, and it's hard to disguise someone who knows nothing about the game, and it's hard to disguise someone who knows nothing about the game.

The child was that prepared, prickly dupe, and she was certain that Ichijō Mirai knew a few gestures, but never enough to sign, much less to be proficient in sign language. 

Underneath these messages was Yuya Kazami's reply, this time hesitant to speak: [Furuya-san, you've asked for the third time...]

Amuro Tōru: "..."

I've been dreaming for a while now, and I've been dreaming about things that aren't even a few years away from the present, but seem to be from another world, and they're so vivid and colorful that I can see Ichijō Mirai's seemingly polite, but in fact somewhat careless relaxation and perfunctory smile clearly, and it's almost like I'm in the real world.

Amuro Tōru didn't realize that he had been so observant.

He closed his eyes, thought for a moment, then opened them again and pressed the button to edit a new message: [Do something for me, go to the police academy's file room...]

Halfway through the message, Amuro Tōru stopped.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then deleted the words on the screen one by one, and changed his mind: Forget it, the police academy's archive room is a bit specific, and if Kazami goes there, he'll alert the higher-ups if he draws attention to it.

Until now, he hadn't been able to find out about the death of 'Kujō Mirai', and he wasn't sure what the truth was, but could only surmise from the information he had received so far: Ichijō Mirai had become an undercover agent earlier than they had been, and was tracking down 'Satan'.

It's dangerous enough to send two cadets from the same year and class to track down the organization, it's a theoretical no-no, it's likely to be a one-two punch, and the police wouldn't be so crazy as to send three cadets from the same year and class to track down the organization.

Only 'Satan'.

Ichijō Mirai is after 'Satan', the organization that caused three bloody hells in Tokyo and became world famous in just one month.

Only 'Satan', who was known worldwide for causing three bloody infernos in Tokyo in just one month, would have put away all his bad taste, and like a puddle of cold water without fluctuation, he would have silently slipped into the darkness, as if he were truly dead, and never contacted Furuya Rei.

Furuya Rei turned the cell phone in his hand, which he used to contact the police, and then stopped, took out another cell phone, and opened the mailbox.

The latest message on this cell phone was five years ago, two text messages from a somewhat unknown police academy classmate.

In the first text message, he awkwardly explained that he didn't seem to have seen Amuro Tōru on the anniversary of Ichijō Mirai's death, so he said something like, 'Furuya-san, are you busy recently? In my impression, you are not a cold-blooded person.' He hesitated and tried to ask if Ichijō Mirai was not dead, but just went on a special mission?

The message was sent at 3:30 a.m., probably because the person had just finished drinking and was feeling incoherent.

The second message, sent in the afternoon, was an apology, presumably because the person had sobered up and realized the nonsense he had sent.

At one time, Amuro Tōru had mixed feelings when he read these two texts, because what he was trying to find out was something he had remembered for a few moments.

Now, Amuro Tōru looked at these two text messages, paused for a long time, and did not move.

He looked at the text messages from five years ago, looked at the inbox that had been empty for five years without receiving a single message, and after a long time, he picked up his cell phone and sent a message to Kazami Yūya: [If the target of the mission calls the the police, let me know...]