[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

Duolong, who is cleaning and sanitation, props up the metal limbs under his feet like a small insect, and deftly rotates in place, runs the brush, moves forward, runs the brush, rotates in place, and moves forward again. The smoke created by the executive officer floats in the air, stretching and changing shape.

The little red light above Sweeping Doron's head flickered, exited Ginoza's desk, and drove straight to the other end of the office.

Qiao Nian Shen also felt that something touched his trouser leg, he bit his cigarette holder and looked down, while Sweeping Duolong raised a tentacle and grabbed his trousers.As if despising a little man, the executive snorted and looked up to continue working, "Do you want to meddle in your own business?"

The light above Duolong's head flashed more urgently, "No smoking! No smoking!"

An empty cigarette case was thrown on it, "I said, stay away from me!" Shen Ya is sorting out the human body specimen case of Yingshuang College. The resin used in this crime is highly similar to that used by Kosaburo Fujima three years ago. conform to.

On the other side, Ginoza, who was in deep thought, closed the case file of the second department and opened the case file of Arai Shahi's defection.

Three years later, some of the former roads have been diverted, and some houses have been demolished and converted into facilities for other purposes, but you can still recognize it at a glance on the satellite map. It is the abandoned dock where Shahi Arai was executed by the second department with a secret new weapon at that time.

The executive officer over there continued to intimidate and persist in cleaning Doron, even if he saw Suzuki from the financial management department coming in, he had no intention of giving in at all.

"Hey, brother cunning, I will go home on maternity leave in a few months, can you show me some face?" Suzuki maintenance officer picked up the kicked Doron from the ground as if he felt sorry for the child, "To the little guy Be gentle."

Kou Shinya looked at the slightly swollen belly of Suzuki, a new mother, and put out the cigarette with his hand.

"I'm most afraid of you debt collectors from the financial management class."

"This time the wear and tear is really too much. I turned a blind eye to the trainer issue a few times ago." The maintenance officer took out a fine sheet from the hard wallet and handed it to the trainer with a pen. Sly Shinya, "Isn't it justifiable to twist off the dummy's arm this time?"

Cunning Shen also reluctantly took the fine and scribbled his name on it, "Demotion to executive officer salary is not as good as before, and this kind of behavior of taking advantage of the fire is not justified anyway."

"Everyone is eating for a meal, so I won't bother you. The second department is the opposite office. Shenyue Lingwu has borrowed the mahjong in the lounge for almost a month. Let me see how much it will be including late fees... "

The maintenance officer held Duolong in his arms, flipped through the ticket back and forth, and walked out of a series of offices.

"If you marry a woman from the financial management class and go home, you must be of poor character and have to repay the debt to the society." The executive officer took out an unopened Spinel from the drawer under the desk, skillfully tore open the plastic wrapping film, and poured it from the inside. Take out a box and pull off the tin foil on it, pat it with your index finger, stand up a cigarette obediently, light it, and continue to create polluting gas.

The surveillance officer sitting behind the innermost desk was always busy with his own affairs, so that Qiao Niaoshen was a little uncomfortable. Didn't he always have to be educated and warned about such poor behavior?

Ginoza completely ignored Shinya Kouya, he repeatedly searched the fishery on the Internet, except for some simple information, there was no valuable gain.Four years ago, this trading company was set up by a middle-aged man who was fired by the company. The business is not big, and it has only been in the business of fresh fishing, and there is no special business relationship.

After thinking about it, Ginoza wrote down the contact information of the family members of the person concerned, the little boy in that family had just entered elementary school.

It was already lunch time after get off work, and there was no police mission all morning, so Ginoza drove directly to the little boy's school.Sure enough, he was getting old, and Ginoza couldn't bear the shouting of the energetic children inside when he stood outside the school.

What were you doing when you were your age?

Ginoza was sitting on a bench along the street outside the school fence. The flowering season on the other side of Edo had passed, and the sidewalk was scattered with lightly scented petals.Even if you want to investigate, finding a child who is still in elementary school does not sound like a good idea.It's just that he has the mentality to take a look. Ginoza doesn't intend to bring him the troubles of adults. He is still at the age of knowing the world. He should see more beautiful things, which come from Ginoza's childhood lessons.

The surveillance officer took off his glasses, lowered his head and wiped them slowly, feeling a cautious eye peeking at him. He looked up, and a little boy smiled shyly at him while holding a paint-stained lunch box. It was only for a moment. , and like a timid little beast put away his expression, he tentatively observed the grown-up outside the railing, wondering if he was doing the right thing.

"Is it the lunch prepared by the family?" Ginoza tried his best to slow down his tone after not dealing with children for a long time.

The little boy's eyes widened in surprise. The man didn't show any disgust. He mustered up his courage and walked a few steps forward. Show the cover to Ginoza.

"This is the sushi that grandma made for literati in the morning, uncle..."

"If uncle hasn't eaten, the literati can give you half..." After finishing speaking, he carefully put away his expectant expression, and carefully lowered his head to observe the other person's expression.

"Can you come out?" The surveillance officer looked very interested, looking at the shabby ingredients in the lunch box.

So, on a bench under a cherry blossom tree on a street in Tokyo, two people, one big and one small, sat side by side. One was holding the lid of the bento box, and the other picked some from his own and put it on top.

"These are what literati love to eat." The little boy generously gave his favorites to Ginoza, and the supervisor directly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. The little boy looked up and waited for his evaluation.

"Great!" The surveillance officer swallowed the rice ball in satisfaction,

Satisfied, the little boy picked up a piece and began to eat it.

"Uncle, where are your father and mother?" The little boy sat on a bench that was slightly higher than him, and asked this strange young uncle with his legs dangling,

"Why do you ask this?" The breeze blew over, swirling and falling a few green leaves from the tree,

"Because uncle is hungry."

"Yeah, uncle's parents are very busy, so no one makes lunch for uncle." I don't know why, talking about these Ginozas for the first time is not very resentful, some things are clear, and it seems to be that simple.

"You can eat a little more as my thanks." The little boy pushed the lunch box over seriously,

"Thank me? Why?"

"The literati's mother is a potential criminal. Everyone doesn't like me. They say that if they are with me, they will be infected." The little boy said honestly, but he regretted it just after he finished speaking, and hoped that this uncle would not dislike him.

"My father is also a potential criminal." Ginoza told him, and nodded affirmatively after speaking,

"really?"

"Who would talk nonsense about this!"

"Very good---"

"Nonsense." The surveillance officer tapped the little boy's head, although he knew he was just too excited, "Just now you said you were called a literati, right? Someone I knew before also had a younger brother named literati."

Meeting this child by chance was just to confirm that he was the eight-year-old son of the client. Ginoza accidentally recalled that Shaki Arai had also mentioned that she had a worrying younger brother.

"Really, this is the name my father gave me. But he owed money behind his mother's back, and later hid far away." The little boy said without hesitation about this down-and-out family situation,

Ginoza heard this, as if stuck in a fishbone, "You, don't you hate them at all?"

"You mean father and mother?" The literati frowned and thought for a while, "They are father and mother, why do they resent because they are father and mother?"

Because they are parents, they make mistakes, abandon themselves, cannot take care of themselves, and don't think of resentment. Ginoza has no way to refute the simple and direct logic of children.

Looking back at my childhood in an adult way, the resentment seems to have originated from the fact that the man was his father. If he was not his father, he would not have much resistance to a potential criminal.

So is it just a naive child's psychology to say that this resistance continues to this day?Mixed with the ridiculous self-esteem and face problems of adults, accompanied by human obsession with the imperfections of the past, things often become a lot more complicated once they are grown up.

Someone tugged at his sleeve, the surveillance officer recovered from his contemplation, and the literati held up a colored plastic sheet to him,

"This is the card that comes with Superman, the highest level."

Ginoza took the card, on which was printed a cosmic hero in shining armor, with a golden "wish card" written next to it,

"It's not easy to get one. I got one last year and I wished my dad would earn money and go home sooner, so I'll give you this one. I wish you see your dad soon."

"What about your mother? Don't make a wish to let her go home early?"

"Mom said it was a lie to the child, Superman should not be willing to save her."

"Okay, I accept it." Ginoza solemnly put the card into the inner pocket of his jacket, stood up from the bench and squatted in front of the literati, and stretched out his right hand like an adult, "Thank you for the lunch and the gift, I wish you an early fulfillment of your wish."

Literati Nakamura looked at the young uncle who was looking at him at the same level, quickly put down the kimbap in his hand, wiped it on the side of his trousers, and stretched out his hands to hold it, "Well, I also wish Superman Superman to fulfill your wish for you!"

Ginoza watched the literati pick up the lunch box and run back to school, and found that not only the child was satisfied, but he also seemed to have completed a matter of his heart.

——the treat you craved when you were a child.

A food truck passed by, and Ginoza looked at the brightly colored advertisements on the side of the truck. Superman in shining armor was holding a bottle of drink, with exaggerated slogans printed beside it.

It turns out that this is what Superman is, and the supervisor laughed in his heart that he was starting to fall behind.