The other side of the perfect world

#02 Events

"Whatever happens is none of your business! Your meddling will only make things worse."

"It's really a ruthless statement, don't you think I can help you?"

Qiao Nian raised his face and looked at Makishima, who bent slightly and approached him with a smile on his face, the uneasiness in his heart was like the rising tide of the sea.

"I really can't imagine that with your help, this city can do nothing but usher in turmoil."

"Then you think it's enough for the city to maintain the status quo?"

Makishima's voice was the same as before, and no one could hear the true meaning hidden in that wise mind from that indifferent tone.

Without answering the question that could be solved by nodding or shaking his head, Kou just remained silent.In the quiet room, you can hear the sound of the fan turning, the sound of the computer running, and the cry of a wild cat running from nowhere.

"You and I both know that An Ding is just a beautiful phantom, and the phantom will disappear sooner or later. If that's the case, why not let it end its mission earlier?"

With one hand resting on top of the laptop screen and the other in the pocket of his jeans, Makishima leaned forward to watch Koujima's reaction with interest.

This is a method he is very good at, using words to induce other people's thoughts, and then using thoughts to manipulate actions.

"It doesn't matter whether it's the phantom or anything else. Those things have nothing to do with me. I just do what I can, that's all."

As soon as the fingers flipped off Makishima's hand, Kouchi continued to focus on typing on the keyboard.

It would be a lie to say that you are not curious, for the Sibyl system, for the world he exists, for the meaning of living... to have doubts about various things, and to devote oneself to solving these doubts. It is the root of the continuous evolution and development of human beings.However, now, the manipulator of fate has become an AI that has never revealed its true colors. Everything in life is like a train, which can only run on the prescribed track, otherwise it will be derailed and destroyed.If this continues, at some point in the future, human beings will disappear in the form of human beings.

However, even if he has doubts about the system and society, it does not mean that he endorses Makishima's theory.He's not a revolutionary, he's not a hero, he's not a god... He just wants to stop the crime he can stop, just like he did when he desperately hunted down Makishima.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't figure it out now, sooner or later, you will understand what I said."

Sitting down beside the frowning and dignified Koujima, Makishima picked up the book he put on the table again, and opened his mouth again while opening it.

"By the way, Kosaburo Fujima was killed by me, you should thank me."

The fingers clasped on the keyboard froze all of a sudden, Kou Nian raised his eyes, and couldn't help but smoke when he saw the smile on Makishima's face.Grabbing the collar of the person next to him, he lowered his furious voice, and asked word by word: "What does this mean?!"

The man who keeps getting close to him is like a beast with fangs, wishing to bite him into pieces, Makishima can feel the hot anger, even so, he still remains calm, wearing the mask on his face like a mask The smile seems to never know what fear is.

"It means literally. Kosaburo Fujima, no matter his body or brain, no longer exists in this world."

The traces piled up between the eyebrows like a folding fan furrowed even harder, and the second half of the sentence "whether it is the body or the brain" caused a subtle fluctuation in the bottom of Qiao Nian's heart.

There must be a special meaning for Makishima to say this.

On the other hand, Makishima felt very happy with the troubled expression of the cunning, every cell and every nerve in the whole body woke up from a state of deep sleep and became more and more excited.He knew that when the name Fujima Kosaburo was mentioned, the cunning would definitely react. For some reason, he liked to see this man very angry and annoyed, as if he could peek out the thing he had been looking for all along through those flaming eyes. The radiance of the human soul.

"Speaking of which, do you know where Kosaburo Fujima has been hiding for three years since he disappeared?"

"If I knew, he would definitely die before you!"

Cunningly gritted his teeth, even though the "specimen incident" had long since faded from people's sight, for him, it was a turning point that he could never let go of.Without that tragic incident, his subordinates would not have died, he would not have been demoted from supervisor to executive officer, he would not have pursued Makishima, and he would not have become a murderer.

"Heh...it's okay, as long as you still consider yourself a policeman, sooner or later you will know...the true face of the system."

Makishima said the last few words very softly, as if he didn't want the other party to hear, or wanted to attract the other party's attention.

"So, what are you investigating now?"

After closing the book, he leaned closer to Qiao Yao's side.

Cui Nian glanced at Makishima, took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his trousers, and took out a cigarette sticking out with a few shakes.Dots of flames lit up, and a wisp of white smoke slowly spewed out from between the two hard-lined lips.

"I'm watching social intercourse."

"Social intercourse? It's surprising that you are interested in this kind of thing. Did you find anything interesting?"

socialintercourse is an online social platform similar to "Twitter", "Weibo" and "Forum". It is maintained through overseas servers, where you can freely express your opinions, vent your emotions, exchange information, etc., and you can also have your own settings. The private section is only allowed to be accessed by certified members, and that section is called the "black box".

"this person……"

Sly pointed at the magnified screen with the finger holding the cigarette.

"User name: DeadCupid, has been making some radical remarks in the private forum of socialintercourse for the past three months. Well... it doesn't matter, there are not a few people like this even under Sibilla's surveillance, but ah... "

As he said, his fingers quickly slid across the screen, and the picture changed constantly with the powerful fingertips, and finally stayed on a black message board with crimson blood claws as the background.

"Here, since last month, DeadCupid has announced a name every once in a while. So far, three people have been announced...these three people are all dead without exception. DeadCupid will also add a message after the name, the content is basically It is the time, place, and appearance of the dead body. These are all in line with the official news in the news. The problem is, the time..."

Sly's finger moved to the position where the time was displayed under the message.

"DeadCupid's message is at least three days earlier than the news."

"So... you can only consider that he is the murderer himself!"

Makishima smiled slightly, and stretched his index finger and middle finger forward to gently smoke out the cigarette in Kouchi's hand.

"I've actually been wanting to try it once, the smell of smoke."

Biting the wet cigarette butt, he took a strong puff with dignity.

The sly eyes can't help but be attracted by the two half-open lips. Makishima's lips are very light in color, like unripe cherries.The man who has always been full of scholarly temperament is obviously not suitable for the image of smoking a cigarette, but unexpectedly reflects a distinctive sexiness, even the pair of golden pupils seem to become extraordinarily charming.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The dry air irritated his throat, and Makishima quickly squeezed his choked throat with his hands, and waved his hand holding the cigarette embarrassingly.

"This is really... very suitable for your hobby. Don't people often say that once you smoke a cigarette, it is difficult to get rid of the temptation of this kind of thing. I don't know if it works for me."

"Don't do things that don't suit you!"

Snatching the cigarette from Makishima's hand, Kouya's heart beats a little abnormally.The cigarette butt sticking to Makishima's saliva seems to exude the smell of Makishima, or it is just a kind of hormone, invisible and intangible, but it undoubtedly plays a vital role in human senses.

Whether or not to continue smoking this cigarette, this choice sentence suddenly became a difficult problem that bothered Qiao Nie, and even cut off his thinking about the incident for a while.

"Speaking of which, since three incidents have already occurred, the Public Security Bureau will not sit idly by!"

Makishima's words brought back Kouya's thoughts that had strayed from the right track.

"Of course! The permanent supervisor will definitely take action, but...the police are inconvenient for the police, and a hound like me that bit off the collar has no worries!"

Snapped!Closing the computer, Snake stood up resolutely and took off the black jacket hanging on the wall.

"If possible, I'd rather read a book here alone..."

Makishima put his hands on the ground and said leisurely with his neck raised.However, the pair of bright golden pupils showed unprecedented interest.

He is naturally curious about the actions of the cunning, but if this eagerness is discovered by the cunning, it may cause suspicion, so he has no choice but to do the opposite.

"That is impossible!"

Putting on the coat, Kouchi hesitated for a second with his hand stretched towards the wall, and then took off the familiar white windbreaker hanging next to him, and threw it to Makishima.

"Here! I don't feel comfortable leaving a criminal with a high IQ alone at home, and..."

Unscrewing the door with a click, he turned his head and threw a flamboyant smile at Makishima.

"You want to come too! Don't play those little tricks, I can guess what you think."

"Have you been seen through?"

Makishima smiled helplessly and stood up.The white windbreaker that once belonged to him drew a graceful semi-arc in the air, and he opened his legs, and he walked out of the room behind Qiao Yao.

In the late autumn, Tokyo has a bit of biting coolness, especially in the evening when the sun is setting, the occasional wind that blows is as cold as ice.

Standing beside the khaki-colored motorcycle that had long since become obsolete, Makishima tightened the collar of his windbreaker.Fortunately, Qiao Yao gave him this windbreaker, otherwise he would have been pierced by the cold air with just a thin T-shirt.

"Take it!"

Throwing an ordinary hard hat to Makishima, Koujima put on the special helmet that can hide from Sibilla's eyes. As long as Makishima is by his side, his hue can only be pure white under any inspection possibility.

"Immunity Physique" is really easy to use!

"I didn't expect you to keep this."

Holding the helmet and walking up to Kouchi who was straddling the motorcycle, Makishima pointed to the thing he used as an enlightenment prop.In a sense, this hard hat that can project a normal PSYCHO-PASS value within a certain range is successful. It almost brings about changes in this city intoxicated in fairy tale fantasy. If there is no Public Security Bureau, no, there is no If Shinya cunning intervenes, the Sibilla system will probably fall into an inevitable catastrophe!However, his plan fell short in the end because of the man in front of him.He should hate him, just as the other party hated him.But... even if he was spotted by this man time and time again, cornered, and killed in the end, he still couldn't feel hatred.Compared to hatred, curiosity, interest, appreciation, enjoyment...something woven by all kinds of complicated emotions seems to have taken root in his heart, but what it is, it can't be easily titled right now.

But he believes that as long as he lives, he will find out the answer.

"Ah! Thanks to this I was able to find you out of Sibylla's eyes."

Sly flicked his helmet, and then patted the back seat.

"Time is running out, hurry up and sit up!"

"Yes!"

Makishima quickly sat behind Qiao Yao, stretched his open hands to Qiao Yao's waist, hesitatingly unable to make the next move.

"Speaking of... it's my first time riding a motorcycle. In this case, shouldn't I hug your waist?"

The hand that twisted the handlebar stopped suddenly, and Kouchi slightly glanced sideways at Makishima behind him.

"it's up to you!"

There was a rumbling sound from the engine, and at the same time as Makishima clasped his hand to his waist, Kouchi squeezed his right hand, and the motorcycle rushed out with full power, leaving the dilapidated and hidden safe house far behind.