[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

What kind of power is it?

Sitting on the helicopter heading to Izumo University, Ginoza looked at the wheat fields passing by outside the window, and his mind was still on the parking lot.

Like an unbelievable nightmare, the mind beyond Sibyl is manipulating the trial, and the Dominator in his hand is like a wild beast out of control,

Ginoza felt its horror for the first time in many years,

In other words, it was the terrifying unknown power behind it.

In the past few years, my career as a surveillance officer was probably just like this. Such a naive idea, in retrospect, if the situation at that time can be compared to the open road to the Chief Cabinet Secretary of the Ministry of Health and Welfare, then I have already entered a rough and muddy road. In the wilderness of the wilderness, there are swamps and dangerous shoals that can swallow you at any time.

There is no way to escape.

The surveillance officer clenched the Dominator in his hand, all doubts and guesses must be stopped now.

Without the keen intuition of his old partner and the tenacious and pure look of the new supervisor, all he can believe in is justice in his eyes.In the past eight years, Sibilla's principles have been consistent with his morality. Ginoza can't find a definite answer on how to face the standards that are contrary to his own justice.

"Senior, we have arrived——" Chang Shou Zhu stood in front of the cabin door, and the strong airflow created by the rotors poured into the cabin, blowing Chang Shou Zhu's hair into a mess.

Getting up and jumping off the cabin, Ginoza suddenly had a premonition that someone might leave again today.Staring at the backs of Changshu Zhu and Liuhezuka, from the corner of the eye he suddenly caught sight of Seiruki Tomomi who was walking behind, and the surveillance officer quickly turned his attention back to the task of hunting down Makishima Seigo, and stopped some thoughts in time.

"Then let's split up according to this arrangement." Chang Shou Zhu turned his gaze to Ginoza to ask for his opinion. For the first time, the surveillance officer did not feel unhappy about the arrangement of a group operation with Zhenglu Zhiji.

Ginoza nodded in acquiescence.

The sky was a little gloomy, and the gentle wind blew across the endless wheat fields, causing shallow waves one after another.

The first time I saw a wheat field was in one of his father's oil painting albums, Francois Miller's "The Gleaners" --- his father taught him to read the string of names full of foreign accents in katakana.

The deserted corridor was empty and cold, Ginoza and Masahiro Tomoki carefully searched one after the other, and came to a warehouse full of boxes.Seeing Masahiro Tomoki go to the passage ahead, Ginoza turned around to check the situation on the other side.

Today's mind is a little out of state.

"Stop! Nobumoto——"

Ginoza subconsciously lowered his head to look at his feet, and there was a tough silk thread that was almost imperceptible. The smooth fiber flashed a light, and it was too late to avoid it.

The explosion of gunpowder blasted dizziness in front of his eyes, without complete perception, he only remembered the loud noise of heavy objects rolling down beside his ears, and the severe pain that almost made people faint, he could feel it, the broken bones mixed into it In the flesh and blood.

"Nobumoto! Hold on!" A voice came from the front, Ginoza struggled to regain consciousness, and he saw that man in a trance.

I seem to be beaten back to my weak childhood, lonely, cold, helpless and fearful, looking forward to the person I should call my father to rescue me and take me home.

"Be careful behind you!" A white figure appeared not far in front, with the stabbing sound of piercing the airflow, Makishima Shenghu shot them with a nail gun,

Zhenglu Zhiji had to turn around to fight, the sharp metal spikes hit his prosthetic limb and hit sparks, Makishima Shenghu deftly avoided the executive's attack again and again, after several rounds, the two stood a few steps away Open up and confront,

Makishima Shenghu didn't want to waste too much time here, a strange smile floated on his face and wanted to kill him with a close-up, Masahiro Tomomi took advantage of the situation to firmly imprison him, Makishima Shenghu bent down and tried to get rid of him, In the end, he was brought down to the ground by Zheng Lu Zhiji.

The silver-haired man flashed the disdain in his eyes as if he was fighting with a pet, and took out a high explosive from his pocket,

"Why, do you want to die here together?"

"A perfect tragedy is a noble product of human nature, let it arouse the dull consciousness." With a mocking smile, Makishima Seigo raised his hand and threw the explosive whose fuse was about to burn to the end in front of Ginoza.

"Remember your duty! You must arrest Makishima Seigo!" Facing the uncontrollable fear of death, Ginoza ordered Zhenglu Zhiji, just wanting to get through this terrible torment as soon as possible while screaming loudly, and then accept the sudden death. The anguish of death.

However, I was still thinking wrong, when did that man accept all of my opinions.

A stronger fear than his own death struck, Ginoza watched the man abandon his criminal and ran towards him.

asshole!Every choice is not my own, why should it be this time!

I can't remember how I stood up and snapped my left arm, I can't remember what I yelled at him angrily, and I can't even feel the temperature of my cheeks.

Never got a chance, and never will again.

----

"Wake up?"

Ginoza heard Qingliu Licai's voice, his eyelids lifted heavily, and the liquid in the high-hanging infusion bag was glowing with clear light. He turned his body sideways and wanted to sit up, but leaned to the side unbalanced,

The surveillance officer propped himself up slightly, looked at the floor aimlessly, and gradually remembered everything.

"Where's Makishima Shrine?"

"died."

"How are you doing?"

"Qiu executed Makishima privately, and Chang Shou had already fled when he arrived..." Qingliu Licai didn't go any further,

"You go back to rest first, the first department will trouble you to take care of it recently."

"Yino——"

The surveillance officer raised the hand with the infusion needle to block the hand that Qingliu extended to help, "I'm fine."

The door of the ward was gently closed, leaving only the monitoring sound of medical instruments.

Ginoza felt strangely about the prosthetic limb installed from the left shoulder joint, slowly applied force, propped himself up with his elbows, bit his lip and carefully sat up.With monster-like metal knuckles, Ginoza moved his left hand in front of him, slowly closed and loosened his fingers, and repeated over and over again.

I didn't realize it when I had it, but I felt important once I lost it.

I still remember a rainy day. I was probably in primary school at the time. The rain was so heavy that day, and the students were picked up by their parents after school.Grandma was in the hospital because of a heart attack, and no one came to pick her up.

Otherwise, go back with an umbrella, and give yourself courage in your heart.So I picked up the umbrella and walked to the door of the corridor. The strong wind blew head-on and knocked the umbrella over. The bean-like rain blew on my body from all directions. I stood in the rain and pursed my lips for a long time, thinking for a long time, but I still retreated.

"Is it Ginoza Shinmoto?" The teacher on duty poked his head out of the window, put away his umbrella and walked to the window of the duty room in the foyer,

"I'm Ginoza Nobumoto."

"Your grandma called you from the hospital." The teacher on duty handed over the phone,

"Shenyuan, can't you go home now?" Grandma's voice came from the microphone,

As if a fish bone was choked in his throat, he swallowed hard to suppress the sad emotion, and his voice trembled uncontrollably, "The rain is so heavy——"

Grandma smiled softly at the other end, with a soft hum that is unique to a kind old man, "Grandma sat on the bed and saw the heavy rain outside, so she thought to herself: Oh, how can we Shenyuan alone in such a heavy rain?" People go home—"

"Will grandma come to pick me up?" There was light in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to interrupt grandma's speech,

"I'm sorry, Shenyuan——" the old man's voice was soft, as if slowly stroking through the hair, comforting a wronged child, "Grandma can't come to pick you up."

The face raised to get close to the receiver slowly lowered, "Mmm——"

Nodding, to make his voice not sound so disappointed, the tears in his eyes fell down with the blink of an eye, and his eyelashes were wet, "When the rain is lighter, I can go home."

Forget when you discovered the method, and when you encounter things that you can't solve, you can always do it later.One day I can grow up and become a capable person.

From a child to an adult, relying on this method step by step, before understanding the principle of persistence, this kind of thinking keeps me away from the concept of giving up; after reaching the adult stage, this kind of view seems to be less effective , Some things don't seem to be as natural as being tall enough to pick apples from the tree. This kind of thinking begins to become a way of paralyzing oneself and avoiding problems.

Spiritual comfort method --- some feel at a loss.

I want to send a question, but I can't think of a question, and I can't find a suitable question object.

——that person is no longer there,

——I am about to embark on that old road,

——Half of it is a career chosen out of anger, and I am becoming more and more unable to see clearly,

———I can’t decide whether I love it, whether I will continue to persist, or simply go to the isolation facility to spend the rest of the day,

——I can’t feel sad, and I can’t find the madness and loss of control of that person when he died in front of me,

——Is such a self not far from death?

Oh, finally found a problem.

Cold metal fingers covered the intact right hand, and the fingertips moved around the needle——

"I heard that you are awake, surveillance officer." The doctor came in from the door,

Putting his left hand back to his side, the surveillance officer looked at the doctor with a smile on his face.The doctor felt a little surprised, or uneasy——this surveillance officer rarely smiled at ordinary times.

Such a situation, such an occasion, this kind of smile looks extremely sick.

"Now, how do you feel?" The doctor's original words were swallowed, and Ginoza Nobumoto's spirit has obviously suffered a heavy blow. "I will feel uncomfortable at the beginning of the new prosthesis."

"It feels... not clear, doctor." The surveillance officer lowered his face,

"I think I'm already very bad, physically and mentally..."

"But, please tell me everything." The monitoring officer raised his head and looked at the concerned doctor calmly. "I am a monitoring officer, and I need to face these problems by myself."

Thinking of his dazed behavior before the doctor came in, Ginoza's back felt a little chilled.

The doctor looked at him with some hesitation, subconsciously licked his upper lip, retracted his chin and frowned slightly.

"What's the psychological index now?" Ginoza knew in his heart that apart from that arm, only hue could be regarded as a problem for him.

"The result of the scan this morning was 95, and this situation has been going on since you were admitted to the hospital. Considering the factors that affect the psychology of the external environment after waking up, that is to say—"

"So what?"

"The psychological index will continue to rise in the short term, and it is difficult to suppress it through drug intervention. After all, this situation is the result of long-term accumulation. After reaching a certain level, the deterioration of the hue will accelerate."

"Like the spread of cancer cells?" Ginoza made a rare joke,

"Well, it can be said in this way." The doctor moved his hands carefully, carefully considering the wording, "But you know, cancer is not a difficult medical problem at present, but it is a pity that we are facing the deterioration of the hue... Knowledge and treatment methods are still very limited.”

"I'm very sorry, Supervisor Ginoza." The last thing the doctor could say was,

"There's nothing I should be sorry about, it's my career risk." Ginoza followed the infusion tube to the strings of air bubbles that came out of the infusion bag, "How much time do I have left?"

"Conservative estimates, about a week. If there is no other fluctuation in physical condition, you can be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow. Please go out and take care of your own affairs as soon as possible, supervisor."