[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

In the evening, snowflakes fell in Tokyo.

Chang Shouzhu sat on the passenger seat in a daze, "Mr. Ginoza... Dominator can't judge that guy."

On the rusty railing, thick blood dripped down one drop after another. This was the scene when Ginoza arrived.

The ever-changing crime coefficient, the absolutely improper intentions, the pure and innocent hue... Ginoza thought of the night in the basement of Ogishima, the medicine formula embedded in Debussy's score.

There will be no problems with the prophet system, it must be the effect of the medicine, the surveillance officer convinced himself in this way.

Back at the headquarters, Ginoza sent the injured to the medical treatment and passed the psychological assistance room on the side.

"Supervisor Ginoza," the psychological counselor who was on the night shift poked his head out of the window. He was just assigned to work in the Security Bureau this year, and Ginoza had prescribed psychological aids to him a few times.

Ginoza stopped, and the doctor on duty waved to him, "Come in, the surveillance officer, I have something to tell you."

"That's right," the doctor on duty retrieved the officer's medication records for the past month, "This month you have prescribed auxiliary drugs three times in the psychological assistance room. According to the regulations, the upper limit for the supervisor to prescribe drugs under special circumstances is only this many."

"That means we can no longer prescribe auxiliary medicine for you this month. Since your psychological pressure has not been effectively relieved, it is recommended that you make an appointment with a psychiatrist."

"I see. Please make an appointment with Dr. Peng Tian for me. He has done psychological counseling for me before."

The doctor on duty immediately called the psychiatrist's duty time, and applied for an appointment for him on Ginoza's rest day, "Ginoza supervisor——"

"Eh, what about people?"

Driving back to his apartment, Ginoza took out the key to open the door, but failed to open the keyhole several times, held the trembling right hand with his left hand, and stretched out the key again.

Snapped---

The key fell on the ground, and it was extremely loud in the silent corridor in the middle of the night.

The surveillance officer lowered his head to look at the bunch of keys on the ground, the bangs on his forehead fell into sight, and slowly squatted down, the surveillance officer took off his glasses and put them back in his jacket pocket, picked up the keys and opened the door.

In the dark, Ten Cent ran over to grab his trouser legs, Ginoza turned on the light, the room was still the same as when he left in the morning, and the pills were scattered all over the floor.

The surveillance officer walked into the kitchen, took some water with a cup, and chased after him excitedly. Ginoza walked to its nest, the sink was already dry, and the food bowl was licked by it and fell aside.

It seems that he is not a competent owner either. Ginoza poured the water in the cup into the sink, filled it with dog food, and walked around wagging his tail for ten cents. Once the owner was ready, It squeezed past and began to gulp.

The surveillance officer collected the pills on the ground one by one, put them on the tea table and counted them. It was just enough for the rest of the month, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Ginoza sat on the ground leaning against the sofa, and casually fetched a book from the coffee table.

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In the comprehensive analysis room, Tang Zhidu stretched wearily. He had just checked the Dominator of Chang Shouzhu, and there was no problem with the gun.

In other words, the system really cannot execute the man named Makishima Shōgo.

After finishing the operation program of the inspection equipment, Tang Zhidu opened a hidden file and continued the huge data processing every night.Perhaps he is also the same person as Shaki Arai, Tang Zhidu lit the female cigarette, and watched 80.00% of the memory restoration completed.

Ginoza felt a little dazed in front of his eyes, and the light became dim. Ten cents bit its nest and kept pulling it out of the door, but it didn't respond when he called it.

"The bustling city, the city full of dreams,

Phantoms tugging at the sleeves of passers-by in broad daylight!

Mysteries like tree sap are everywhere,

Flowing in the tiny veins of mighty giants. "

——Who is talking?

Ginoza turned around, the dim light was dizzying, cobwebs intertwined on the ceiling, butterflies and moths struggling to fall into the trap.

Sitting on the sofa was a woman with loose long hair over her shoulders, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Ginoza supported the ground and wanted to stand up, but her body was as weak as if her bones had been removed. The woman sat there with a book spread out on her knees. She continued to read, like Dutch gin, exuding a strong aroma , Spicy mixed with sweetness, making people confused.

"One morning, when those houses bathed in morning mist

In the gloomy streets seem to grow taller,

Like the banks of a rising river,

When the yellow turbid mist covers the whole space,

Turned into a set like an actor's soul,

I let my nerves get on my nerves like a protagonist,

Arguing with my weary soul,

Wandering in the suburbs shaken by trucks..."

Ginoza felt a mad pain in his head, and the voice seemed to be cursed, and he wanted her to stop.Don't talk any more, he won't listen, "Please get out of here! Don't read any more!"

The woman paused, turned the pages of the book, and continued the unfinished poem:

"What dastardly plot am I involved in?

What malicious fate has so humiliated me?

Because, I actually counted to seven times, every minute,

The unknown old men gradually increased their number. "

The woman put aside the collection of poems on her lap, stood up and recited the lines in it, and walked towards Ginoza. She stretched out her hand to caress Ginoza's side face, brushing away the messy hair in front of him,

"He who mocks my uneasiness,

Those who have not sympathized with my trembling,

Just imagine, these seven hideous monsters,

Even though he is so old, he has an immortal demeanor!

If I see the eighth ruthless,

Sneer, embodiment of fate, nasty phoenix,

Combining father and son into one body, don't you want me to die?

——So I left the crowd of hell, turned around and fled. "

Ginoza desperately turned his head away, the woman took the trouble to straighten his face with her hands time and time again, she knelt down and got close to him, there seemed to be a fog that would never go away in front of her eyes, Ginoza tried to open her eyes wide, always Can't see her face clearly either.

"Can't you see me?" The woman asked him, reaching out her hand to take off his eyes, "How can you see me if you cover your eyes, gentleman?"

"See me now?" The woman's gray-brown eyes shone with an unfathomable luster.

"Arai Shaki..." The surveillance officer's eyes widened suddenly, he wanted to reach out to confirm, but he couldn't move,

Shahi Arai caressed his face, stretched from the earlobe along the mandible, bent her index finger to lift his chin, and rubbed her pale lips with her thumb, she moved her face closer, and breathed lightly on the pit of her neck,

"I'm pissed off like a dazzled drunk,

Fleeing home, shutting the door tightly, panic in the center,

Like sick, like frozen, feverish and confused,

Completely wounded by that kind of mystery and absurdity! "

The cold nails rubbed against the skin on his neck, Shahi Arai lowered his head to straighten his messy shirt collar, his voice whispered in his ears, Ginoza closed his eyes in pain, the voice and the words were like a chilly snake Swimming along the blood vessels to the heart, biting with sharp teeth, injecting the venom into the depths of the soul.

"My rational ideals took the helm, but in vain;

The teasing wind makes its efforts useless,

My soul, like an old barge without masts,

Tossing and swaying in the boundless sea of ​​bitterness. "

A viscous warm feeling came from her neck, Shaki Arai buried her head on Ginoza's shoulder and stopped making a sound. Her cold nose gradually touched Ginoza's skin, and a large amount of blood splattered on the floor, wiping away the leftovers on the ground. One tablet was dyed bright red.

she died—

Saki Arai, she died——

Arai Saki, she is dead——

The surveillance officer coughed violently, the misty skylight shone into the living room through the curtains, and the shirt was soaked with sweat as he stretched out his hand to cover his chest.Ginoza found himself sleeping all night on the floor against the sofa.

He lowered his head and stared blankly at the book on his lap. On the dark cover was a flower with a strange color.

Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil", I read a few pages in the basement of Ogishima, wantonly morbid and insolent, Ginoza thought it was just like its name, but later bought a copy by accident. at home.

A blackened key was caught in the pages.

Ginoza stood up stiffly, went into the bathroom and turned on the small spotlight in front of the mirror.

Can't see clearly, wearing glasses?

Looking at himself in the mirror with his glasses off, Ginoza felt a little strange, and unconsciously reached out to touch the messy collar of his shirt. It was wrinkled and damp, which made people feel uncomfortable. He remembered the feeling when Shaki Arai tidied his clothes in his dream , with smooth fingertips, the strength of the fingers properly smoothes the wrinkles on the fabric.

It's all just an illusion in a dream, it's all fake, it's not real...

Ginoza leaned on the washbasin exhaustedly, his fingers clasped tightly on the light-colored marble countertop, the more he tried to calm down, the more rapid and disordered his breathing became.

The private Hue Nursing System at home detected abnormal mood swings and issued a warning to Ginoza:

"Your hue level is fluctuating violently, please control and stabilize your emotions, and take first-level psychological aids."

"Your hue level is fluctuating violently, please control and stabilize your emotions, and take first-level psychological aids."

The lights on the ceiling were switched to emergency mode, the red light kept flashing, and the reflection through the mirror made people dizzy. For the potential criminals in the room, once the mood fluctuates and the hue becomes cloudy, the system will automatically release a calming aerosol into the room, and the red light will fill the whole room. The doctor who was guided by the alarm stood outside the door and said Some persuasive words of comfort, accompanied by soothing and pleasant music.

The current self seems to have been locked in.

The shattered mirror surface spread out criss-cross patterns like spider webs, and a dark red bloodstain flowed along the fingers of the monitoring officer who smashed on the mirror.

Ginoza raised his face in a daze, thousands of identical faces were reflected in the mirror.

The scene in the reception room of the isolation facility lingered in his mind again, the woman who urged him to execute herself with words, the English writing that was cut off at the waist, and the treacherous question:

"What color will your hue become?"