[Psycho-pass] Hue out of control

In the hotel room directly across from Masao Nakamura's house, Tsunemoru Shuzo was behind the curtain holding a dominaor and aiming at the window of the living room.

"Senior, Masao Nakamura's exposed body parts are too little, and the dominator can't lock the target." Chang Shou Zhu's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat. Masao Nakamura was standing at the edge of the living room, and he could only be seen from her position. half of the shoulder.

Somehow, a small child also appeared, and performing it in front of the child would leave him with inestimable negative psychological effects.

The little boy in the opposite room ran to Ginoza. Ginoza stood up and gestured to her with his hands behind his back. Chang Shouzhu recognized it, and Ginoza told her not to move.

"Uncle, is it really you?" Nakamura literati dropped the bag in his hand, and excitedly grabbed Ginoza's suit sleeve.

Ginoza woke up from the initial shock, stood up from the sofa, and while gesturing secretly to Changshou Zhu in the family hotel opposite, he touched Nakamura's head, "Is the scholar doing well at school?"

Literati Nakamura nodded vigorously, then turned around and said to his father, "Dad, do you still remember that wonderful uncle I told you about? It was this uncle who accompanied me to eat the lunch made by my grandma last time. "

Ginoza looked at Masao Nakamura, "Hello."

The hostility in Beast's eyes gradually dissipated. Nakamura Masao looked at his son, nodded and said to Ginoza, "Let's go outside and talk. Literati, go have dinner with aunt."

Chang Shouzhu saw the target completely out of sight, and Ginoza followed suit, "Senior!"

Ginoza left a reassuring gesture and followed Masao Nakamura to the yard.

Before going out, Masao Nakamura took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, went to the yard, sat on the concrete steps, bit off the bottle cap, and drank it self-consciously. Bottle asked him: "Does the police officer want some? There is only one bottle left at home."

"We met that day." The expression on Ginoza's face dropped from gentleness, and he looked at the criminal in front of him coldly,

"Ah, I sent the brothers below to follow you, but you escaped."

"You killed Koji Kawahisa."

Masao Nakamura took a few sips of beer with his head up, burped a few alcohol-smelling belches, wiped his mouth and nodded, "Ah."

It's an admission of guilt.

"Thank you very much before." Masao Nakamura said suddenly, holding the slender neck of the beer bottle in his hand,

"During the days when I was wandering around avoiding my creditors, I was always worried that the literati would become depressed because of the matter between me and his mother...not a competent father..."

"Later, a boss sent his men to the place where our gang of debtors lived together, and asked us if we would like to work for them if we had money to make, and I agreed. When we were trading there, we watched from the side to prevent the police Get in the way with troublesome people."

Taking another sip of wine, Masao Nakamura continued, "I did this for a while, and I paid off all the gambling debts I owed, and returned to Tokyo with the rest of the money. As a result, my mother has passed away..."

Ginoza glanced at him, and then looked away. In the bird's nest under the eaves, the birds with thin hair were screaming and fighting for the worms brought by their mother with their brothers and sisters.

"I've been in such a state of embarrassment for 34 years in my life, and I can just get by. But I want to make a good life for the literati and Yuzi, so I continue to do it. I have to make money, and the literati will fly airplanes in the sky in the future. Pilot..."

Nakamura Masao put the empty wine bottle on the ground, stood up and patted the dirt on his pants, "He was not a good father in the end."

"Officer," Nakamura Masao turned to Ginoza and asked, "Let me go out and put on handcuffs, and don't let that kid know."

Ginoza's eyes dimmed, "Go in and say goodbye to him."

Masao Nakamura turned around gratefully and walked back into the house, returning to his previous rough and unreasonable posture. While grabbing the hairballs from his clothes, he walked into the dining room and slapped the scholar on the head again. The little guy was shocked by his strength and shrank his neck.

"Father, if you keep beating me like this, I won't be admitted to university!"

"Now that you haven't even graduated from elementary school, ah, you start to brag that you are already a high-achieving student who has entered the university threshold with one foot? Don't be like your dad, I just talk about it, and I can't do anything in the end."

"I see—" Literati bared his teeth to deal with his rough father, and pulled away the chair next to him, "Don't ask uncle to have dinner with us?"

"Father and uncle have something to do, so please eat with auntie." Masao Nakamura hurriedly turned his back and walked out, walked a few steps and then returned, raised his hand and slapped the literati on the head again, "Go down If those little bastards in the second class bully you again, they will beat you, ah, you know, don’t shrink back and act like a fool!"

The literati coughed and coughed from the rice, and watched his father, who behaved strangely, leave the house without even the keys.

Certain distant memories came to my mind suddenly and horribly.

——Mom was so weird back then, she left home and never came back.

"Father!" Nakamura Literati dropped his chopsticks and ran out of the house.

Nakamura Masao followed Ginoza out of the house, turned to the side street and saw the police car of the Security Bureau.

Ginoza took out the handcuffs, and the cold metal hit his wrist. Masao Nakamura walked to the front of the car with red eyes, Ginoza opened the door and Masao Nakamura bent down to enter the car.

"dad---"

The body was stopped for a few seconds by the voice, and then he got into the car. Ginoza watched that the Nakamura scholar who was chasing him did not close the door.

"Father, don't go——" Nakamura Literati bowed his waist and supported his knees panting, sweat and tears couldn't tell which was which, dripping on the ground drop by drop,

"Officer, let's go."

"father!"

Ginoza asked him: "Are you sure you don't want to go down and have a look?"

"dont see."

"Father!" Nakamura Literati was still calling stubbornly, Ginoza closed the car door and walked over,

"go home."

Literati Nakamura raised his head, looking up at the executive who was much taller than him with some difficulty, "Uncle, you are actually a policeman, aren't you?"

"Yes." Ginoza didn't want to lie to him again, but the voice of answer was too low,

"You want to take away the literati's father?"

"Correct."

"Will he come back?" Nakamura Literati choked with sobs and widened his eyes, not letting tears fall in front of Ginoza,

The adult on the opposite side was silent for a long time, and the sun shone from behind him, leaving a dark shadow on that person's face.

"Will you blame uncle?" The executive officer on the opposite side took the question, his voice was so suppressed that no emotion could be heard, just like the unclear expression on his face at this moment,

"Yes—" Nakamura Literati answered with a trembling voice, clenched his hands and clenched his neck and shouted loudly, "I will blame you, I will blame you, I will blame you——"

"Blame... blame you..."

No more words, only those innocent eyes wide open, lips tightly pressed together to restrain the urge to deflate.

"Sorry, Literati."

"But no matter what, even if you keep resenting him, I will definitely take him away."

The tall executive officer turned and opened the car door, and finally said to him, "Even if you hate me, you don't mind."

"Because there are some things that must be guarded by me."

The car's tires rolled over the fine grains of sand on the road and disappeared at the end of the street in the blink of an eye.The loud sound of the aircraft pierced the sky, Nakamura Bunto raised his head, and a jet plane left a blue-white smoke trail in the clear blue sky.