[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

"Senior...do you feel better?"

Ginoza stopped, turned around and saw that Chang Shou Zhu had just come out of the elevator.

"Ah, there's nothing else to do." Ginoza looked at the receipt in his hand, "Go and make a transfer, and I'll move in after a while."

"I want to say... I need my help..." Chang Shou Zhu said cautiously, stopping to observe Ginoza's expression, Ginoza stood across the corridor and looked at her patiently, it seemed that she was different from the previous strict senior ,

Bowing deeply, Chang Shouzhu mustered up the courage to say loudly: "I'm not doing well, but if you need anything, senior, please let me know!"

Hearing a chuckle, Chang Shou Zhu raised his head and found that the surveillance officer looked at her with a relaxed expression.

"Thank you very much." After saying that, he nodded and turned to leave.

Taking the elevator to the living area of ​​the executive officer, occasionally wandering in the corridor past several executive officers on rotation, Ginoza applied for the dormitory of the executive officer in advance, and Suzuki from the financial management department handed him the access card to let him look at the house.

From a distance, there was some noise in the front of the corridor, and the voice was approached by a logistics employee holding a postal package. The man stopped and picked up the postal package on his shoulders, complaining: "What a f*cking frustration! I sent something to a dead man... I went back and took it apart to see what was there, and at least I carried it all the way!"

The logistics staff who delivered the parcel walked past Ginoza with the parcel on their shoulders, and the monitoring officer looked at the front of the corridor and recalled that sentence,

"Sorry, just a moment—"

"What——" the logistics staff turned their heads sweating profusely, and impatiently asked the man who stopped him,

"Which executive does that parcel belong to?" Ginoza turned and approached, staring at the logistics staff and pointing to the parcel on his shoulder,

"What's the name——" the logistics staff frowned and couldn't remember, lowered their heads and took out the list from their pockets to check.

"Ah, that's right—this is the one named Zhenglu Zhiji."

"What's the matter with you asking?" Seeing that the other party was a surveillance officer, the logistics staff restrained their unfriendly tone.

"There are indeed some things—" The monitoring officer approached suddenly, put his hand on the shoulder of the logistics staff, and put the heavy package on the ground, "Why didn't you be locked up for such despicable language and thoughts?" In the facility?"

The logistics staff opened their eyes wide because of the heavy blow to the abdomen, but their bodies were tightly bound by the surveillance officer, unable to move.

"What do you want to do! This is the Security Bureau——"

The man's dark green eyes were dark, and he approached from the side, "What else?"

"You, you——" the logistics staff was angry and startled, panting and warning the surveillance officer who was rough on him, "I will report your violations, the surveillance officer abused violence——"

Before he finished speaking, the supervisor pressed his shoulders firmly, and the supervisor bent his knees and pressed hard against his stomach,

"00475-AEAJ-39875-1, this is my siren, don't forget it."

"Death doesn't mean you can be treated as you like by others. This is a truth that children who have never had a father to discipline them understand."

"If today's behavior makes you angry, then I'm sorry, I will often trouble you to send some packages for me in the future."

Picking up the man's clothes, Ginoza pushed him to the side wall, straightened his crumpled gloves,

"They're all tools for oil painting, and it's useless for you to hold them." Apparently, Ginoza heard what the logistics staff said, "Send them to my room."

The logistics staff looked at the surveillance officer who was going deep into the corridor with lingering fear, and followed with a heavy package.

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"If you want to be an executive officer, you really don't care so much about words and deeds?" Liuhezuka sat on the sofa in the Ginoza dormitory and took a sip of tea.

"Can you decorate as you like?" Ginoza walked around the empty room,

"It's already been put into a cage. In this regard, the degree of freedom will naturally be increased as some compensation." Liuhe Zhong replied as if he had nothing to do with himself, "The attack just now was not light, supervisor."

"Mocking me?" Ginoza walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard,

"You've also been complaining that we don't show mercy to you."

"It's retribution."

"Who knows." Liuhe Zhong took a sip of tea, "Don't mention crime and justice, killing so many people probably won't end well."

"Let's go after drinking the water. I'm going out later." The surveillance officer walked back to the living room, Liuhe Zhong put down his teacup and stood up,

"You are already good. Before many people become potential criminals, they don't have the opportunity to take a one-day outdoor trip to commemorate their precious freedom." The executive officer was still unforgiving, and Ginoza went out with her, smiling helplessly .

There is nothing in particular that I want to take with me, so I went back to the apartment to pack the things that I needed to take away. Ginoza put the foreign coins he collected into the storage box, and the ten cents lay in front of the French window lazily basking in the sun, slapping his tail Sweep the ground.

Opening the drawer, Ginoza saw that Baudelaire's "Flowers of Evil" had stopped, reached out and took it out, and turned a few pages, revealing an old-fashioned metal key inside.

He drove to Ogishima.

There is a saying that traveling in two makes the journey seem shorter.Ginoza was driving on the gradually bumpy road, and some began to miss that woman, sitting in the back seat and saying some shocking remarks.

The Nona tower in the rearview mirror is gradually receding, so bright that it is a bit unreal.

After driving past the steeple-roofed iron house, Ginoza turned left and right according to his memory, and finally found the row of dilapidated apartments.

The melting snow water stepped on the muddy feet, and the soles of the leather shoes made a lonely sound when walking on the concrete floor of the corridor. Gradually adapting to the dark environment, Ginoza walked down the stairs to the basement, counted three doors, and took out the key to open it. walked in.

The air was filled with tiny floating dust, Ginoza took off his coat and threw it on the back of the sofa at will, and when he sat down, the spring cushion sank into it limply.

With his hands stacked and his chin propped up, Ginoza carefully looked at the room again.

There are traces of the lives of two people with different personalities, one is clean and strict, and the other is lazy and indulgent.

Arai literati?The younger brother that Shaki Arai mentioned?

Ginoza's attention was attracted by the half-cornered kraft cardboard exposed in the compartment of the low cabinet next to the sofa. When he pulled it out, he found that it was a paper bag folded casually, and when he opened the bag, there was a vinyl record inside.

It's like an old antique like a fossil.

Ginoza curiously turned over the front of the paper bag, on which a few lines of small characters were simply marked with a black pen, and it was a cover record.

Not in the habit of enjoying music, Ginoza still stood up and searched the house.

Coming to this place was unimaginable, but I spent my last night as a surveillance officer at the home of a potential prisoner in Ogishima.

Finally found what looked like a record player in the corner, Ginoza put the record on it, tried a few buttons, the record pin hit the dense celluloid surface, and the machine started to run.

The hoarse and deep voice echoed in the narrow space, and the surveillance officer lay under the harsh lights of the laboratory without sleep all night.

Those past, once brooding about, seem to be right in front of my eyes, but I can't remember them clearly.The operating room was lit like a shadowless lamp. Lying there, Ginoza felt as if he was undergoing an operation. Every inch of skin was cut open, and the old things buried in the blood vessels were sucked away little by little.The pale light turned black in front of his eyes, but he still opened his eyes without pain, a void.

My past self probably died as that day went by.

I don’t know if this situation of neither happiness nor sadness can be called forgiveness, can be called letting go, maybe I am actually an emotional animal deep down in my heart——I gave up my hatred because of the other party’s departure, and this time I left Go and never come back.

No matter what the reason is, in short, I don't care so much, and I don't care so much about the other party's mistakes.I am not reconciled to ending in such a muddle-headed way, ending the demons that have surrounded me for more than 20 years.I persistently want to give myself an answer, about my yesterday, those that were denied and those that need to be re-established.

Maybe these, only after walking the rest of life, will you realize a little bit—use the rest of your life to face up to the man named Zhenglu Zhiji, and find your own direction.

Walking out of the stuffy basement, the sky had just brightened when Ginoza came outside.The wet and salty sea breeze blows shallowly from the bay not far away, and I didn't notice it until I walked to Ginoza in front of the breakwater built along the coast.The tall concrete embankment blocked the view ahead, and the sound of waves came from behind, luring the surveillance officer to look at the scene behind.

It didn't take much effort, when Ginoza turned over the high breakwater, the sun just rose from the sea.

In the ruins in the distance, someone is playing and singing softly, and the singing is ethereal and distant in the wind.

"Yesterday, all my troublesome see med so far away

Yesterday, all my worries seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

And now, they seem to be in sight

Oh, I believe in yesterday.

oh i'd rather believe yesterday

Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be,

In a split second, I'm not what I used to be

......"

Singing along casually, Gino sat in his heart, feeling down-to-earth peace.