[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

The overhead lights in the office of the first department were brightly shining, and it was his turn to be on duty today, and Zhu, the night watchman who had stayed up for several days in a row, fell asleep accidentally with his head propped up.

"Ah, you guys are on duty today." A lazy voice came in from the door, and Chang Shouzhu quickly woke up from his sleep, and crossed Ginoza in front of the desk, and saw Tang Zhidu holding a document with one hand He walked in with his pockets on.

"Here's something exciting for you to refresh your minds. The police have been bored for too long and their sense of smell will gradually deteriorate." Tang Zhidu threw the document in his hand across the table to Chang Shouzhu, and pulled it away by himself. Sitting down on the swivel chair of Liuhezuka next to Ginoza,

"Neurasthenia in the past two days, I've had a bad sleep." Tang Zhidu leaned back in the chair and turned his neck, "If I have nothing to do, I put on my clothes and go back to the analysis room to watch the street surveillance. Sometimes that guy is quite interesting. TV shows are fun."

"This person was last seen on surveillance logs when—"

"Yesterday evening, near a newly built residential area in the suburbs." Tang Zhidu glanced at a few more bottles of nail polish on the shelf of Liuhezhong, sat up and reached for them, unscrewed the same light pink one and painted it himself, "Compared with the suspect in the surveillance video of the underground bar on Art Street, the body coincidence rate is 89%. The suspect happened to be active nearby on the day of the incident, so I brought it here for you."

"Masao Nakamura... Married and unemployed..." Chang Shouzhu turned to the suspect's Ministry of Health and Welfare citizenship information at the end of the file, read it silently while reading,

Ginoza stood up and put on his coat. After reading the last two lines, Chang Shouzhu lowered his head and begged Tang Zhidu, "Mr. Ginoza and I will go to their house, please ask the analyst to provide backup."

Tang Zhidu blew on the painted nail polish, raised his eyebrows and replied, "Wrap it on big sister."

Without further ado, Chang Shouzhu and Ginoza drove to the home of Masao Nakamura, the suspect who killed Koji Kawahisa, according to the navigation given to them by Tang Zhidu.

"This area used to be a highly polluting chemical factory area. After it was transformed into a residential area, housing prices are generally not high, so a large number of urban low-income and unemployed people live here." Tang Zhidu introduced the situation to the two people in the car through the terminal.

"Well, let me see—the occupancy rate near the suspect's home is relatively high, and the population density is relatively high. When arresting, pay attention to the impact on the psychological pressure of the area." Tang Zhidu reminded,

"What's the plan?" Ginoza sat on the co-pilot and checked the scene map carefully.

"Try not to say anything, what's the surrounding situation?" Chang Shouzhu parked his car on the side of the street not far from Masao Nakamura's house,

Ginoza enlarged the map of Masao Nakamura's residence, "There are residential buildings on both sides, but the opposite is a family hotel, and the shooting angle is satisfactory."

"Then senior, please go to the family hotel opposite to pick me up. I heard from Mr. Cui that the senior's shooting skills are the best in this department. I will arrest me after I enter the door, so as to minimize the impact on the surrounding psychological index. "Chang Shou Zhu turned off the car and was about to get out of the car.

"Let me go." Ginozuo reached out to stop Chang Shouzhu, "After all, the other party is a murderer, you go to meet him, if I can't subdue you, I will shoot from the outside."

Chang Shou Zhu could not agree, "If senior is also in the room, it is easy to be hit by the dominator by mistake."

Ginoza pressed Changshou Zhu's shoulders and asked her to sit down, "Shooting is learned through practice, so you must have confidence."

Ginoza got out of the car, hid the dominator in his windbreaker and walked across the street corner, walking along the gentle slope to the residential area where Masao Nakamura lived. Five minutes later, Chang Shou Zhu got out of the car after calculating the time, and walked into the family hotel opposite Masao Nakamura's house, pretending to be a foreign tourist.

Ginoza found the house number of Masao Nakamura, stood at the door and pressed the bell.After a while, a young woman in her 20s came out of the house, walked into the yard and asked the visiting stranger through the gate, "What do you want?"

"Excuse me, is this Masao Nakamura's house?" Ginoza quietly looked into the house,

The woman hesitated for a while, and finally spoke, nodded slightly, "It's my brother's house, he left the house in the morning, I can tell you if you have anything."

"I want to go in and have a chat with you." With experience, Ginoza confirmed that Masao Nakamura was indeed not at home,

"Did he——go to gamble again?" The woman's face became a little sad,

Ginoza nodded, "Let's go in and talk, so that the neighbors won't hear."

The woman nodded quickly, opened the door and welcomed Ginoza in.

Ginoza walked into the living room with the woman. The holographic projection was turned on at home, but it was very simple, and there were not many original furniture.On the cabinet opposite the sofa, there are several models of airplanes, which look like handmade products.

The woman's sad face has never been stretched since she learned that Masao Nakamura committed another crime. She brought Ginoza a cup of tea, and the pale white steam wafted into the air from the mouth of the glass. The woman sat on the other side with her hands in her hands. Folding her legs cautiously, she asked Ginoza:

"My brother——" He lowered his head and quickly raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eyes, shook his head and said to himself, "I thought it was impossible for him to change... Where did he get so much money... "

Seeing so many family members like this, Ginoza got used to it, but still felt depressed because of seeing another unfortunate family.

Ginoza turned his head and looked out the window. The windows of the living room were next to the sofa. Because it was the off-season for tourism, only a few windows of the family hotel opposite were open.

"This is my ID card." Ginoza showed her ID card to the woman, "Next time, it's better to confirm the identity of the other party before letting strangers into the house."

The woman looked up at the identity certificate of the executive officer of the Security Bureau opposite, and nodded in agreement, "Thank you for the police officer's reminder, but there is really nothing valuable in this house, and it will not be taken seriously after a long time."

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"Just ask."

"Where is Masao Nakamura now?"

"My nephew wanted to buy some books related to pilots, so he went out with him early in the morning. I haven't been at home for many years, but now I still care about his son."

Ginoza looked at the airplane models on the cabinet, and continued to ask, "According to our understanding, Masao Nakamura has not been in touch with his family for the past few years. When did he come back, and who does he usually associate with?"

The woman thought for a while, "It should be last year... In October last year, when his mother passed away, he returned home suddenly and got back a sum of money. After burying his mother, he used that money to buy this house and put the old The house is rented to the newly married son and daughter-in-law of the neighbor’s family.”

"I used to go to school in Osaka before my mother got sick. Then my nephew's teacher called to explain the situation, so I dropped out of school and came back to take care of him. I left home to go to school in Osaka for many years, so I don't know the people my brother usually associates with, but he came back. After that, I almost never said that I have any friends to meet, I almost stay at home all day, and I only go out for a few days every month."

"Is there a rule in time, when is it, how long do you go, and where do you go?"

"About these few days of every month, I usually go out in the morning and come back for dinner in the evening. My brother has a bad temper, and I dare not ask him about his personal affairs. He went out two days ago——"

The woman was still about to speak, when the key was inserted into the keyhole and made a turning sound, the woman looked at Ginoza in a panic, "I'm back."

Ginoza signaled her not to be nervous.

"This kind of book is expensive and impractical. Hey, you might as well learn something useful from Dad."

"That's a dream, Dad."

The father and son who entered the door were talking and changing shoes while the plastic bags were placed on the ground and made a rattling sound.The dull footsteps came in first, "Yuzi, have you cooked yet?"

Masao Nakamura, who walked into the living room, saw the strange man on the sofa, and stopped on the spot vigilantly. After looking up briefly, he seemed to have remembered the meeting in the bar that day.

"Hello, what's the matter?" The man's voice was muffled and low, like a warning rolling in his throat before the beast attacked.Ginoza sat in front of the window, motionless, and did not answer him immediately.

The atmosphere in the room was on fire.

"Aunt——" the child ran in barefoot, carrying a bag of books he bought in his hand, and bumped into three adults with strange expressions in the living room,

The eyes of the three turned to the child. Nakamura Yuko got up and wanted to take the child upstairs, but the child saw Ginoza on the sofa and shouted in surprise:

"Dad, he is the uncle I told you about!"