[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

Kabukicho retains the lingering aftertaste of the old clothes and temples decades ago. In the dark and blurred alleys, countless stories that are better than pornographic novels are staged in the dark and then buried.

Originally, it was also part of the abandoned area of ​​Ogishima, but it was gradually brought under the management of the government more than ten years ago. This tacitly allowed gray area has become the shelter of a young man whose past is unknown.

The drizzle continued to form a thread, which wet Makishima Seigo's soft white hair.Like a nobleman who walked out of the dim old age, he walked alone in the dank and ambiguous red light district.

Every step was very difficult, lost the indifferent elegance of the past, and the soft facial lines betrayed the weakest and most lonely part of his heart.He staggered forward.

Tick, tick.

Bright red blood and continuous rain fell together.

The mobile phone in his hand finally connected.But he also suddenly fell into a muddy sewage pit, and a compasses pierced his heart deeply. A large amount of blood stained his white shirt red, and now he is stained by the filthy darkness.By now, all his auras no longer exist, and he is just a dying and helpless creature.

After finally getting through to the number, a blind tone came from the phone after it fell to the side.

Izumiyaji Toyohisa probably thought that he accidentally made a wrong call and hung up the number because he had been friends with Wangnian for ten years.

He struggled to hold the phone, thinking of contacting anyone casually.

As if in response to his last expectation, someone called.

"Mr. Makishima, why didn't you come to school today? Even if the toy was robbed, you shouldn't be so depressed. We can play another game, can't we?" The girl's slight gnat-like voice came from the other end of the phone. The voice, the listless voice doesn't sound disturbing now.

(Indeed, death is the beginning of another game...)

Makishima panted slightly, and the dirty rainwater slipped from the corners of his eyes to his mouth.

"It's rare that you made more bentos today, but you have no luck..." Kame Jun said on the other side, not realizing that the atmosphere on the other side was not right at all.

"I was...killed..." Makishima's voice dropped all the way down.

……

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"I think Mr. Makishima is dead." The other party hung up the phone, and Jun put down the phone.

"So... why did you suddenly think of calling him?" Fujima asked while helping her take off her rain-soaked suit jacket.They are now in the faculty dormitory where he lives.His shirt was completely soaked, and even if he lent her a coat to keep her out of the rain, she wouldn't be much better off.

"Generally, the first person who knows that the person will die is most likely the murderer." She took the towel he handed over, wiped her dripping hair, and sat on the high chair next to the phone.

"Why do I want to contact him... because I suddenly have a premonition that he will die." She sighed softly, "If I were the murderer, what would you do?"

"That's not bad."

"Your attitude towards me..." There was a puzzled look on her face, "It's as if you know what you have done to me, so you are desperately trying to make up for it. Don't you really need Makishima's help now? "

"Maybe it's true." He lowered his eyes, took the towel in her hand, and dried her hair skillfully. "I once told you about the magic of resurrecting the dead. I believe that such miracles exist. You said that girls The story of dying silently because of unrequited love for the teacher, then I might as well continue this story, the man realized that he had killed his other half again after letting the girl give up her life in despair. Committed such an irreparable After his mistake, he worked hard to write the story that would allow her to survive with little hope..."

"Did Makishima-san show you Rihuako's book?" She was sitting on a high chair, her slightly dry fluffy chestnut hair looked dignified and dignified like a precious French doll, "Show me too , that magical book filled with the delusions of people who are not normal."

"So, do you think I'm crazy enough to believe that you are the survivor of my sister's resurrection?" He stood in front of her with a flat expression, and his shadow, cast by the light, just covered her.

"It's not important." She curled her hair with her fingers, lowered her eyes slightly, and asked with a little confidence, "If I am neither your sister who has resurrected, nor am I related to you by blood, then in your opinion, Is it as if I don't exist?"

"I really don't know the answer to such a question... It's just that after everything was settled for me, I suddenly remembered that there is a girl who has been silently following me no matter how many worlds she has traveled to and how many times she has been forgotten by me." , I hope to get my turn around and respond. Because she understands that I just want to go back, she has been sticking to the spot for me, hoping that I will see her when I want to go back and not be alone. But I never remember her once." Fujima Abandoned Abandoning his previous hypocritical gentleness and humility, he told everything with an indifferent expression, "Everyone has limited possibilities, she is so weak, she has nothing to ask for, she persisted until all her possibilities were cycled to the end. point. After that, there will never be any world where she exists again. But I, writing the story of remembering the dead girl, and another unknown person who is also writing her story, at the same moment Start telling the story. So the two stories that were just nothingness intertwined to build a new world.”

"Writing a story..."

"After completing all my possibilities, I got such permission from the world - I can develop a new world as I like, and let all people and things in the world develop according to my own ideas, but this world and the story It's all nothingness, and it never happened to others. I just amuse myself and write one false work after another in a castle with only one person to commemorate the princess. In such a castle , I changed from a filthy monster back to a prince, but the princess I killed twice could not return. Even in the final place where fantasy and magic are allowed to exist, I can only write false stories to Recreate her." At this point, Fujima's expression became more indifferent, and his voice became calmer, "She died twice, on a snowy night ten years ago, I strangled her to death with both hands. Then, In my sacrifice of endless slaughter, her soul returned to the world again, but she died of despair because of my ignorance."

"So, what am I?" Chun frowned slightly with pity, and continued to lower her gaze, "If you enter the upper world from countless lower worlds, you can remember everything in the past, and you can also rely on your own interests Expand a hypocritical parallel world. But in this way, am I not a puppet in a painted skin in the world you expanded.”

"Because of the existence of another editor with ulterior motives, this world has become infinitely closer to reality. So I want...to revive you...with my memory"

"Why do you feel guilty?" She calmly raised her eyes and looked into his silent and deep eyes, "Maybe it's not bad to be killed by you. Just like when I first saw you, even if I accepted Those fragments of memory can't like you, but they can't contain the feeling of wanting to be killed by you. It can be seen that whether it is your twin sister or Chun who was killed by despair long ago, even if you can't pass on the affection to me, you can't Can convey to me the death instinct that goes deep into the soul. Then, for you, killing the so-called 'princess' for the third time is a matter of course."

Fujima's calm expression seemed to be stung by her words suddenly, and something in the depths of his eyes was broken, revealing an almost weak and lonely expression.

Chun, as if turning a blind eye, pointed at himself with pale and slender fingers: "Even if it is infinitely close to reality, it is not real. No matter which world it is, I should not exist. This is real. Although I like I follow you, and I also like to make lunch for you and tie your tie, but Mr. can't respond to me... This is not your fault, but mine. No matter which world I am in, I choose to escape alone , did not wait until the end at all.”

"That's because I haven't been able to see you..."

"If I really believed in you, I wouldn't have run away alone. I also have fragmentary memories of those worlds, and as they matured, I realized...what a mistake I made...on the day I decided to leave Japan , I said that I was dealing with the last thing in the underground factory in Ogishima, and then you went to Ogishima at the same time..."

Because she didn't wait for him until the last moment... She died before that morning...

She looked at him: "tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Leaving with you." He smiled slightly and said something insignificant in a soft voice, "Because the last specimen was exhibited that day, I also left 'our existence' to those who destroyed my world .So I went to find you, thinking that we would survive without other people, so I wanted to find you."

In hundreds of millions of worlds, she was the only one who finally decided to leave, and her decision to withdraw from everything did not change even once.

She didn't believe him to the end, so she chose to commit suicide when the witch made the invitation.

Knowing her death, he agreed to Miko's invitation in order to resist the dismantling plan of the abandoned area.But after that, the original intention was forgotten, and the composition as a shrine maiden agreed and promoted the disintegration of the abandoned area.Three years later, after reuniting with Makishima Shōgo, he ushered in an ironic finale.

"Yeah... that's it... Originally, as long as I believed in you, neither you nor I would die. But I was the one who broke my promise. It was because of me that we all ended in a ridiculous way." She whispered , "You and I both believe in the same thing, that the world doesn't need anyone but each other. But I haven't been able to understand your mind..."

She covered her face with her hands.

For people like them, there is no such emotion as love.Neither she nor he could possibly like people.There is only the concept of the world, without the other side, your own world will be destroyed, so you can't lose the other half of the world.

Now that she is working hard to learn ordinary people's knowledge, she can understand what a filthy monster he is in the eyes of normal people living in the "castle".

But they didn't have the idea of ​​polluting the world, they just wanted to live in their own filthy world.Then why do normal people break down the castle and drag monsters into the world.

Why can hundreds of millions of reincarnations not be given any unnecessary names to spend a lifetime...

"No matter when, we actually think the same. This new world also has the possibility of sublimation into reality. As long as you and I can believe in it, we can escape the established fate."

"How can it be impossible to escape? Since it has been predicted, it can be avoided."

"You forgot, because there is another author acting as the screenwriter of this world, our fate is being manipulated by others. Although interesting puzzle games can delight the soul, but the risky roulette killing is really frustrating You're in a cold sweat." Fujima said softly, "Because you are the protagonist, you must be able to survive to the end of the story, but I'm not sure. This is a game where the winning side can fabricate the truth. Before deciding the winner, we It may take many deaths. However, if you can get the truth, everything is worth it."

"I don't care about anything." Chun kicked the chair lightly with the heel of her lace-up shoes, and she lost her dazed look. Although her voice was still low, it seemed that she had become less spirited because she had found her target. "Let's find our way home together. Then...together forever."

The author has something to say:

EVERYONE WILL DIE AND WINK UP AGAIN WHEN EVERYONE IS DEAD =~=

In fact, it is a bunch of people who keep opening new worlds to make Chunmei happy~

In fact, Sansan Fujima has never pushed Junmei in any world.No matter which world, pure girls are virgins (there are a few worlds that lose their integrity after meeting Rihuako)

The previous fragment was completely out of the imagination of another author of the killing game, and it was stuffed for Chunmei.This world is also because the editor added Chunmei as the plaything of the aunt.

Now is the first round of the killing game.