[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

Back to the apartment after get off work, Ginoza walked into the study, took off his coat and hung it on the hook behind the door, and closed the door behind him.

"Tanaka-kun, I'm Ginoza." Ginoza called an acquaintance who worked in the Ministry of Economic Affairs.

"There is one thing I want to ask you, I hope you can help me investigate it when I have time."

"Yes, it's that trading company... Thank you very much. I'll send you the detailed information tomorrow. I'm really sorry for your inconvenience." The surveillance officer hung up the phone, and while loosening the bow tie around his collar, he walked to the other side of the room, From the inner pocket of the coat hanging on the door, he took out the memory card that Tang Zhidu had given him.

The video camera that Sly gave him has been kept on the shelf and is rarely used. The monitoring officer does not think that watching movies and other things should be a pastime in his spare time.Fanning the scattered dust in front of him, Ginoza lifted the plain cotton cloth covering the video camera, connected the power supply, and inserted the memory into the card slot.

The information is read and recognized very quickly, and it seems that there is not much content stored in it.With inexplicable anticipation and excitement, accompanied by a sense of moral and ethical guilt, Ginoza looked at the green progress bar that was fully loaded, and finally pressed the play button.

The tiny pixels pile up and light up in the air, and the reader restores Shaki Arai's memory into a holographic image based on the data recorded in the memory chip, and projects it into the room in proportion to the body.

The style is old, the brown leather sofa with the cushion springs collapsed on one side, and a tall standing desk lamp to illuminate the dim room. Ginoza recognized that this is Shaki Arai's living room in the basement of Ogishima.

The owner of the memory should be sitting on the chemical fiber carpet at the door, with beer bottles scattered all over the field of vision, barely able to see the lights on in the side room, and the operating room is as pale and dazzling as a shadowless lamp.

"So it's decided?" Arai Shahi's voice, the vision still stays in the distance, no one in the room can be seen,

A beer bottle rolled down in front of his eyes, and the half-drunk wine dripped out from the mouth of the bottle, soaking into the cracked and deformed wooden floor, leaving an irregular dark water stain.

"Ah, it's already like this, and it's hard to say whether it's a decision or not."

Ginoza heard the voice of a strange man, hoarse and deep, his throat was like a chimney that had been smoked for many years, giving off such a unique voice.

The man continued, "In other words, I'm not a person who likes to make decisions."

"If you want to do this, it's not bad to just do it..."

The white foam floated on top of the beer, gurgling together, and bursting one by one as the wine seeped out, just like a fish being caught ashore, spitting out saliva to maintain life before dying, one after another The empty wine bottle was thrown to the ground and rolled over, making the crisp sound of glass bottle walls colliding.

The man seemed drunk, "If you insist on doing this, he will still blame you."

"Then I have to solve my own food problem first." It was Shahi Arai who answered,

"Excuse me..." The sight in front of me turned to the side following the voice, and there were a few unopened bottles of beer standing on the cracked and deformed wooden floor from the angle of the slanted gaze, that's all.

The brightness of the projection dimmed, and the scene in Ogishima's basement gradually disappeared. Ginoza heard a crow call, and the pixels were rearranged. The surrounding area was an open field.

A bunch of fresh calla lilies swaying slightly in the wind in front of the tombstone is the memory of Takahashi Tetsuya in front of the tombstone.

Ginoza heard the sound of the car, and the image of the memory turned to one side, and the owner of the memory should have noticed this too.

Ginoza turned his head to follow the sound, but the scene in front of him was like collapsed bricks and tiles, and the holographic image suddenly disappeared midway.

The lights in the house were also off.

Ginoza guessed that it was because of a trip and a power outage, so he opened the door and walked out of the study with the help of the weak light. Ten Cent lay quietly in front of the door, as if he had fallen asleep.Finding the distribution box near the entrance, Ginoza took out the flashlight from the drawer on the shoe cabinet and opened the hinge of the distribution box—no trip.

Unconsciously squinting the corners of his eyes, he quickly walked to the French windows of the living room with a flashlight, grabbed the curtains, and opened them with a bang. The surveillance officer looked at the dark neighborhood and streets outside the window and realized that something serious happened in Tokyo.

The terminal on the wrist rang in response to the occasion,

"Oh my, supervisor. But something annoying happened again..."

A group of unknown men wearing helmets caused violence all over Tokyo. Shops were looted and burned, and pedestrians were brutally beaten on the street for no reason.

Sibylla has no sanction for such crimes.

On the way to the headquarters, the doors and windows of the merchants were closed tightly, and the pedestrians who returned late hurriedly paced. A department store billowing with thick smoke could be seen from a few streets away.Without a dominator on his body to suppress, Ginoza gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, accelerating towards the security bureau.

"what's the situation?"

"The incident originally originated from a video uploaded on a video website. A woman off work was beaten to death by a man wearing a helmet on the street in a downtown area. Many citizens around saw it, but no one stepped forward to stop it." Tang Zhi Sitting in front of the huge screen, Du retrieved the video that had been deleted by the Security Bureau and showed it to Ginoza, "Xiao Zhu has already dispatched with uncle and Shen Yejun, and the criminal suspect has just been locked and should be on the hunt now... um, It's Shinya-kun."

Tang Zhidu answered the call from Qiao Yao Shenye, "Have you found any clues?"

"Ito Junming ran away wearing that damn helmet, and Zhien checked for me whether there is a sparsely populated area near the suspect's residence."

"Ah? Why?" Tang Zhidu asked strangely as he listened to Qiao Nie Shenye and quickly retrieved the map to search.

"If there is no problem, the hands and feet of that helmet should look like this." Sly Shinya's breath fluctuated, and he could be heard running fast,

"I guess the helmet can copy the psychological index of the surrounding healthy citizens, so as long as there is a person with a normal hue nearby and scanned by it, Sibilla will not be able to detect the true psychological index."

Tang Zhidu's eyes lit up, "Good job, I found a fully mechanized unmanned factory."

"Send Doron to force him in!"

"Okay——" The analyst entered the command, looked at the red dot on the map that symbolized Doron, pushed the target back to the unmanned factory bit by bit, relaxed and lit a cigarette.

"Have something to drink and relax, you won't mess around with Uncle Shinya here."

"Hmph." The surveillance officer standing behind turned around displeasedly, "A few more violent incidents occurred, and I dispatched Duolong around to suppress them temporarily, and I will take people there."

"Okay——" The analyst sat on the swivel chair with slender eyebrows, turned left and right and continued to work.

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"Qingliu, what's wrong?"

Yi Yezuo led Liuhe Zhong and Qi Xiuxing just finished dealing with a vicious smashing incident, and met the second line of people who were about to close the team on another street.

"It's nothing." Qingliu Licai patted the dust on the surveillance officer's coat, restrained her expression,

Ginoza followed her gaze just now, and saw the back of an executive officer boarding in the second row in front of the escort car.

Occasionally, he also heard gossip in the criminal class, and the surveillance officer vaguely remembered that the man and Qiao Yao were good friends, and it seemed that his name was Shenyue Lingwu.

Ginoza looked at the old acquaintance, but stood still but did not speak, looking at her insightfully.

Qingliu Licai, who turned her head away, noticed Ginoza's scrutiny, turned her face to meet his gaze, her voice was so calm that there was no flaw, "What's wrong?"

No matter how good the concealment is, it can't hide the rigidity on the expression. Ginoza guessed that the last time he concealed the cunning situation from Aoliu Ricai in front of the Tachibana old district, it was probably such a clumsy acting skill.

It's a pity that people often don't realize this when they are in it.

"Don't be a stupid person, I thought it was wrong before."

Qingliu Licai's nose was slightly red, and she deftly tucked her haircut behind her ears, her eyes drifted past Ginoza and drifted into the distance, "I know."

Opening the urgent police report, the two surveillance officers glanced at each other, turned around, got in the car and rushed to the next police report that they were responsible for.

Because of the discovery made by Shinya, the handling of the following cases will be much smoother—but it is only smooth, and the situation is not optimistic.

Ginoza looked at the troublemakers who were temporarily under Duolong's care, and felt that his body was already overloaded.Leaving the executive officer silently and walking to the surveillance officer's car, Ginoza leaned against the car door and untied the surveillance officer's coat, and habitually touched the inner pocket, which was empty.

Only then did he realize that the psychological potion was placed in another piece of clothing.

"What's wrong with the surveillance officer?" A distraught voice came from the front of the car, because he had to accept the fact that he was in the same group as Lu Zhiji because of the midway rotation, although he was very repulsed by it.

"Don't watch what hypocrisy the prisoner came to say?" Ginoza turned his back on his back and deliberately raised the volume,

"Okay." The older man laughed dryly twice, and then fell silent.

Ginoza thought he was gone, breathed a sigh of relief, pulled his tie and turned around wearily.

"You——" the surveillance officer looked at Zheng Lu Zhiji who stayed in place and didn't leave at all, he stopped his movements unexpectedly, and his eyes came back to life briefly because of anger, "Are my words for nothing!"

Such an embarrassing appearance was actually seen by the person he hated the most.

There was no third person present, and Zheng Lu Zhiji stood a few steps away opposite, with a complex and awkward expression on his face.

The embarrassment of being choked by his son, the inability to express his concern when he wanted to express his concern, and the worries that he couldn't help appearing despite knowing that he would be rejected all overlapped and overlapped, making Ginoza even more angry and disgusted in his eyes.

Inferior hue is also inherited, but such a stupid concept seems to be verified in oneself, no matter how hard you try to prove it, it will always be of no avail, and in the end, you will obliterate everything with complete depravity, and realize your life full of ridicule and embarrassment ?

Smiling mockingly, Ginoza looked at the man opposite him who should be called his father. He was so exhausted that he could only support such a single expression. The bleak afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, just like the evening when his father was taken away many years ago, he stood In front of his father, the only expression his father had on him.

After being sensible, the smile that used to make me feel extremely disgusting every time I think of it, now I feel the same way.It turned out to be the last dignity of such a poor person. Instead of understanding the shameless smile of becoming a potential criminal, it is better to say it is the helplessness of seeing the ending.

Apart from such powerless self-mockery, there is no other way to relieve my sense of shame.