[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

"Oh, ma'am, didn't I tell you. Don't leave Yoshiko alone." The handsome black-haired young man in an old black suit standing under the cherry tree in front of the prime minister's office was my father.

"Ryoko knows how to take care of herself better than I do. Now you only like her and not me." The young woman with an undisturbed face, a little coquettish and complaining like a child, was wearing the pure white woolen clothes that were popular at that time. Coat, she has a beautiful face, and that immaturity is not pretending.Although it will be annoying to the same sex, but it is a match made in heaven with my father.

She is my mother.

These two people... no matter which world they are in, they will die when I am 21 years old.

There is more than enough to die.

Although in the timeline of this world, my physical age is only 14 years old, but I have inherited countless worldline memories, and I know my mission well.

His father, who had just become a senator, was only 35 years old. It should be quite a joy for young people to be in a high position at this age.

It's a pity that both he and she are just acting.

There is never anything to be happy or sad about in their lives, including death, which is meaningless.

I know their true colors.

I also know that their careful upbringing of me is just their efforts and attempts to move towards "normal".

Although we are connected by blood, there is no real kinship between us.

Before my heart mutated into what it is today, of course I also experienced a normal life of believing in family affection, but the parents I believed in overthrew my knowledge and trust in people, and since then, my heart is no longer normal .

In the first world, I died at the age of 24, three years after the death of my parents, because of the negative effects of human experiments, my body reached its limit, and then I died.

Before dying, in the ward of the Public Security Bureau, the man asked me.

"What kind of flowers do you like? Although we have broken up, I never sent you flowers even when we were together. At least after you die, I want to send a bouquet of flowers to your grave every year."

"Sakura." Suffering from blood cancer, I looked haggard and haggard at the moment.It must be an ugly appearance that makes people feel disgusted.

"The flower language of cherry blossoms... is life..." He sighed and looked at me with a little pity.

With this look in my eyes, I feel relieved.He sympathizes with me as an ordinary person, and he will do the same when facing other dying people.

Fortunately, there is only an ordinary friendship left between me and him.In this way, I will not cause him any harm.

In this world, the only person I don't want to hurt is him.

"Well, please." Those were the last words I ever said as a human being.

The flower language of cherry blossoms that I know - the law of fate, is reincarnation.

I did die then.

But perhaps because of my belief in the cycle of fate, I woke up in the afterlife, with no one else and no time, an eternally lonely world where the only thing I did was write.

I know that when certain conditions are met, a fake book can rise to the real.

So I wrote it.

Immunity constitutions lack empathy, and I don't hate them.

I want to kill all crimes before they happen, and with this belief, I hope that one day I will write about a world free from crime and sorrow.

From the death of the congressman to the mass death three years later, this is all I want to erase.

Because I will kill all murderers, naturally I will also be a murderer.

If they are monsters, then I am an even uglier beast than monsters.

I gave up human dignity and wrote in a lonely, silent, timeless world.

Until the end of that world, I believe that I can write recognized truth.

I realized something the moment I threw Jun Izumiguji's body into the river and was killed by Kozaburo Fujima.Compared with the perverted him, my obsession must not be as distorted as his, so why Fujima has been unable to write a story that kept his sister from being strangled to death by him ten years ago, didn't he always want to stay do they exist.

The original point that can end everything may be earlier than I imagined.

Perhaps, I shouldn't have set the starting point of the story at the time of the specimen incident, it should have been earlier, ten years before that.

Yes, I'm starting to understand... what he's hiding.

Protected by her kind, she who is regarded as Shakespeare's Lavinia in every fake book, even she herself will be ashamed of this unacceptable iron and cold truth.

Although I already understood what was covered up by Fujima, but in order to bring it all to an end, I needed to obtain evidence that the "world" would approve.

In order to create a completely real world line that is as perfect as steel, and no one I love will die in the future.

I don’t know which broken time and space is hiding in, but Fujima, who wrote the fake book, wrote another fake book with only two chapters during the time I was thinking.Maybe he is aware of the danger, so he is eager to cover up the core of the story about Jun Gongji and wants to give up this endless game as long as there is no real ending.

However, Quangong Sichun would not let him die.

On this point, as a homosexual, I can still understand.

Because Izumi Gongji rewrote the ending, the game between me wanting to dig out the truth and Fujima trying to cover up the truth can continue.

This world started ten years before the specimen incident,

"That's..." I looked at the police car parked next to the official building.

"It's an escort vehicle for potential criminals," my father said to me.

The person I like the most, but I have to give up, at the same age as me, was locked in a dark cage as early as five years old.

At first, what kind of mood did he have when he bid farewell to his parents and was imprisoned in the belly of this cold monster?

My favorite person, although he was judged as a potential criminal at the age of five, has never done anything to hurt others in his life.

And those... people who are doing heinous and evil things and committing heinous crimes are ironically pure white, with a heart of darkness, blending into the society where normal people live, and being Accepted, admired and supported by others.

"That's right, that's right, knowing that my dear has been transferred to Tokyo, Huazi very enthusiastically said that she would invite our family to dinner."

"Hua Zi?" Father couldn't remember who it was because he had too many students.He is my mother's middle school teacher, yes, the famous Yingshuang Academy, and I will also be a student there.

"It's the second daughter of the Kanamu family, isn't she married to the son of the Fujima family? Mister's memory is really bad. Although Huazi complained that the other party was weak, incompetent and lazy, and would only fool around outside. But Huazi seems to have slowly taken over everything, and adapted to the life of managing the family. Recently, a new welfare institution called Fujima Gakuen was established..."

"Where's your daughter?" I blurted out.Because in the real world, Izumiguji Jun would murder his parents when he was ten years old, so... when she and I were both 14 years old, this woman named Hanako and her husband shouldn't be alive.

"Huako doesn't have a daughter, Ryoko." That's how my mother answered me.

The author has something to say:

Maybe stalker and paranoia should be included in this one.

It may reduce the difficulty of understanding a little bit (in fact, it is still a stick, sorry)

Looking at the three articles together, the protagonist is indeed a pure girl.

The first two articles are about the real world, and the article about princess disease is about the unreal world.

Now change the narrative perspective, the protagonist is still a pure girl.