[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

Because a teacher cannot favor any student, he treats all children equally... indifferently.

Since there is no preference, there is naturally no dislike.

So even in the rainy weather, he had nothing to complain about if he had to go out on the rest day because of that child.

He raised his face slightly, and the rainwater dripping from the umbrella just dripped onto his mirror frame, then slipped across his handsome and fair face, and fell into the collar of his shirt.

In terms of ignoring school rules.Kirino Hitoko is a habitual offender. She wandered around the abandoned area to receive specialized counseling because she slipped out of the school many times. She is a real problem girl.

Whether it was the last time or the last time, in bad weather like today, the police had called him to pick her up and go back to school.

Ginoza Nobumoto was not really unhappy about this.

Although he is a man, he has a sensitive intuition that ordinary men do not have. Whether it is dealing with animals, plants, or minors, he can keenly perceive their true demands.

Every time Tongye Hitoko silently resisted everyone's instruction to her with those melancholy eyes that came from nowhere, he lost his temper instead.

Adults always face the problem of juvenile rebellion with a slightly frivolous attitude, as if it is so ridiculous and not worth mentioning-"You are just too idle, so you make a lot of trouble."

not like this.Such a heavy melancholy is not something that can be conveyed by just a girl's sentimentality.

It was his silent connivance that gave her the courage to persevere.

And compared to Tongye Hitoko, there are many people who are really chilling.

The girl who always reflects the cold light like a diamond, although she has been dismembered into countless pieces like a duck, and only one skeleton is displayed in the fountain of the campus alone, the weirdness left by her The strange influence is not so easy to disappear.

In addition to her beauty, Wangling Lihuazi naturally has her own unique charm, so that she continues to live in the hearts of her admirers even though she is still alive.

Suspicious deaths hung over the campus, and last month a teacher died at a welfare facility near Kabukicho in a fire that burned everyone to ashes. All that was found was a charred body.

And because the name "Shibata Yukimori" seems to have used the teaching theory of old age and retirement, the true identity of the young man who used Shibata's name is unknown, and the Public Security Bureau cannot determine whether the deceased is really that young man.

At this time, two slender figures in simple sailor uniforms came into Ginoza's vision. They held an umbrella together and stood in front of the police station.

Sensing someone approaching, one of them turned her head. Her brown-red eyes had a warm luster like glass under the umbrella, and there was a thin layer of moisture in her eyes.

They are Jun Kame, a first grader, and Yoshiko Sakura, a third grader.

Sakura also turned her face, the rain slid over her delicate and fair skin, her expression was the same as Kame Jun's.Because of the wet and rainy weather, their faces were covered with a layer of inhuman strange brilliance.

Ginoza understood that before he appeared, they hadn't stood side by side in friendly conversation.

But after discovering him, they quickly reached a tacit understanding as quiet as the deep sea, silently examining him.If they were others, they would feel sorry for disturbing them subconsciously.

"You guys..." Once the silence was broken, their tricks quickly lost their magic power, and the cold and silent ice surface was shattered a little, and then the whole thing cracked open.He was about to give a long lecture.

"I will conduct a self-criticism about leaving school without permission." Yoshiko Sakura quickly recovered and bowed to him.

Before he could ask them why they left school without permission, the figures of the two disappeared in the continuous rain.

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"Before Wangling Lihuazi was killed, you suddenly had a close relationship with her. You lent her this book." Sakura Ryoko threw an ancient book on occultism with a black cover in front of Kame Jun, "Besides, you couldn't find anyone to prove where you were the night she was killed..."

"We became interested in each other because we met by chance in Ogi Island." Jun Kame stared at the ancient book for a moment, then slowly raised his face, and said slowly, "And this book, why do you think it is I gave it to her?"

"Unfortunately, when you suddenly asked her that day why the fog on Fan Island was so thick that it was hard to breathe, I heard it too. And the book you lent out coincidentally pointed out that this is the reason for regaining consciousness. It’s the feeling that the dead will feel when they are close to the place where they were buried. Such a coincidence, it’s not justified if you didn’t guide it on purpose.”

"Can't you think that the magic of resurrecting the dead really exists, maybe there is a real thing that the dead are resurrected, and then live among the living? Why can't you be more romantic and believe in the existence of magic?" Chun bent down and picked up the book , carefully flicked off the sewage on the surface, and then threw it into the rushing river below.

Seeing her silent and obedient behavior, Ryoko Sakura frowned slightly, and continued with a helpless look: "I'm sorry, fairy tales and magic are things to deceive children. After living for so long, no matter how weird the guy is born It’s time to be weaned. Can you really prove that you are a dead soul that has been invested in a new body? If you just pretend to be afraid of cats or something, that’s not enough, neither deceiving yourself nor Not enough to fool others..."

"Fool." After a long time, Chun whispered.

"..."

"You... are too serious..." Looking at Liangzi's dark eyes, she said helplessly, "Many things will end without a problem, there will be no happy reunion and no tragedy, because we are all mediocre mortals But you have chased me hundreds of millions of times, just to make me admit that I am guilty. Since I have retained the memory of the previous world, of course you will not be less. I have always loved Mr. Fujima deeply, if If you admit that kind of dependence is love... I can't get a response every time, and I die alone in the end. Of course, he never really went to me once, but he never wanted to take me back to that tower' Castle' idea. Even he himself understands that even if he finds Hitomi Kirino to become the new princess, the irreplaceable part can't really come back. And what happened in this world is just that he sacrificed for me to make up for the dead. It's just a fabricated consolation prize lie."

Ryoko Sakura frowned, which was far from her usual bright image.

But Chun's expression was still calm and indifferent.Because she in this world is nothing more than a fantasy existence constructed by the living with the remaining memories in her heart. She is responsible for the performance and is a blank doll covered with a girlish shell called "Pure". He narrates everything about "self" with an indifferent attitude that has nothing to do with himself.

"But you want me to admit that I'm a slut who hurts people because of jealousy, and I don't hesitate to chase me after hundreds of millions of reincarnations. But even if I really kill Tongye Hitoko, a new princess will appear, such a thing Isn't it futile. Of course I can't have the soul of Fujima-sensei's twin sister. I'm just an unrelated person who is related by blood by coincidence. Do you think that in this story that is itself nothingness? Do I have the right to write a story as a chess piece? Will I have enough power to divide Wangling Lihuazi into 7000 yuan? Or, can I make Makishima Shenghu burn into a scorched corpse?"

"Of course you didn't, but you must be a criminal." Sakura looked at her coldly, "In hundreds of millions of worlds, I killed my biological father, gave up my qualifications to be born as a human, lived like an animal, and became a killing machine. Therefore, I no longer have the qualifications to love and be loved... It is because of the provocation you left behind that I am where I am today, so you must be the real criminal who committed all the crimes of killing. For this reason, I am writing this story."

"You once said in a certain world that no matter how hurt a real person is, he would never live by hurting his own kind. Only those who are naturally cold-blooded commit cruel crimes. You mean, you were born that way ?"

"My father and mother are all rubbish exonerating bodies, and I, born from such blood, will of course become worse than a pig or a dog." Sakura said lightly.

"He obviously didn't do anything, but he came to pay for your depravity. Are you in love with me?"

"Maybe... Otherwise, why would I chase here from reality and come to this unreal place..." Ryoko Sakura squeezed the other party's neck tightly, "If this is love, you can also pay for being never loved It's a pity..."

"That's not okay, I can't love you. Because he is the only one I love. Although I am a puppet who has no self and only acts to interpret the characters in the story, I have also been completely given to the deer. Muchun's personality...Her instinct is death, because only death can prove that she can love... You see, you are wrong again, because you have proved her again, her life is compared to yours. Such happiness for someone who doesn't know what they are after..."

"You just don't want to die...I won't be confused by you." There was a sound of cartilage breaking from Sakura's subordinates, and Kame Jun's head was tilted to the side lifelessly like a marionette with broken strings.

From hundreds of millions of pursuits in the real world, to the final unreal world that exists only in fantasy.

Until now, it was impossible to talk to her, and push her to the killer's seat, and kill her with his own hands.

Sakura kicked the corpse lying at his feet into the rushing water.It doesn't matter how to dispose of the corpse, this is a world in which half of the development is controlled by oneself.There is only one purpose for fabricating this unreal world, making Kame Jun the real murderer.

In this way, there will be no need for any false books and fantasies in the future, and the real world that has happened will completely abandon all traces of Kame Jun's existence because of the perfect completion of this unreal world.

If Sakura Ryoko chased the murderer for Tongzi's death at the beginning, then the obsession that wandered in countless worlds has nothing to do with Tongzi.

Everything Sakura did was to humiliate Kaname Jun physically, mentally and spiritually, and to wear her down.

Today, whether in reality or in fantasy, there is no such thing as Kame Jun.

Although the truth seems to be, Jun Kame was never loved by anyone, and never killed or hurt anyone.

Murder is a combination of motive and means.

Kamu Jun will always bestow the killing intent on one person, and the means on the other.Even the original motivation was melted into nothingness by her.So of course there will be no trace of her.

What Sakura sees is not the truth, but the nothingness behind the reality.

Because nothingness is pure and evil, she had to cut it apart.

However, Sakura doesn't know that the drama she worked so hard for Kamu Jun to put on the stage of the murderer is still in vain.

Although she can fabricate killing intent and methods now that Kamejun has disappeared, it will draw a full stop to the decryption of this fantasy drama.However, if a homicide is only intended to kill, the lack of a victim becomes a joke.

Regardless of whether it was the royal tomb or Makishima, their bodies were discovered in unrecognizable appearances, and for various reasons, the DNA comparison with the gene bank could not be carried out in time.The deaths of the two men were never actually confirmed, they were only presumed dead for the sake of the narrative trick.

Of course, this unrealistic cycle will start again, because the dead in the narrative do not die, but the only protagonist has died.

"So, in the end, it was just me who killed her, and she is still pure and innocent, and has become your 'Lavinia' again?" In the underground waste area of ​​Ogishima, a chill oozes from the old refrigerator that was opened, Sakura Ryoko Sitting on an old but exquisitely carved palace chair, she said to the man sitting opposite her.

"To be able to say the line 'marry me', I also made a great sacrifice, Sakura-kun." Kozaburo Fujima looked down at the metal ball pen on his fingertips, and said indifferently.

"When I read that part, I really thought you were getting a little more normal..."

He smiled slightly: "Because it is necessary to confirm who is writing the other half of the story, so I had to give up the princess in the first game, so that you can show up. This is something I decided with her, not My use of her."

"Princess...you are still obsessed with this boring concept, and you are still naive even now. Even dolls with copied personalities understand that no matter how similar they are, they are not the original person. But you have been looking for a substitute."

"I know." Fujima responded gently to her sarcasm, "Because my sister is irreplaceable, so I will walk on the same path without exception, making the choice to join the system to postpone the dismantling plan of the abandoned area In the end, the plan went forward as usual. I gave up my dignity and self, and all that remained was the humbleness for people to laugh at. This is the best reward for her who was strangled to death by me. My sister must be happy about it. In this way, now that I have paid back all my life to my sister, I can cherish the memory of Chun. If she can read such a eulogy, she must be deeply relieved. Or maybe, she may wish to be abused—even if it is the same exoneration Physique person, I can't understand the mood of a masochist."

"It's true that I was too impatient to be discovered by you. But even in such an unreal world, I won't make it easy for Quangong Temple. Even if it's just a puppet wearing her personality here, I won't let it go. She has a happy ending." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Sakura's mouth, and he looked at Fujima arrogantly.

"Quangong Temple..." Fujima was a little puzzled.

"You don't remember, there are a few worlds in which she married Izumiguji Toyohisa in response to the expectations of Makishima Shōgo...because in the world where I first met her, she used the name of Izumiguji Jun Dead, so I'm used to calling her that."

"It seems that there is such a thing...how you diverge your thinking is your business. But please stop speculating about our relationship. For example, at the beginning of this story, you made up the scene, then It doesn't exist at all. Nothing ever happened between me and my sister."

"So, what kind of ending do you want this story to have?" Sakura said sarcastically.

"At least we can get the ending that lets the dead rest in peace..." Fujima said softly, "Although in the reality of countless reincarnations, no matter how she dies, she thinks she is already very happy. But it's as if she understands that I can never go back. Like that castle, I also understand that she is just repeating despair. If she is not really desperate, her reincarnation will not end. Now that I can only commemorate her in the unreal world, I want to give The ending where she was able to sleep peacefully came to mock me for not being able to redeem any of my past."

"This story is over... Only the protagonist died while the rest were alive, which is also in line with the reality that she is in a separate situation from everyone else. It seems that she beat me, the organizer of the story, by chance again." Zuo Cang stood up and said, "But I, who have given up all my emotions as a human being, understand her crimes better than anyone else."

"Then what can you see? I admit that to a certain extent, you are already more incomprehensible than those with exoneration physique." Fujima still had a gentle and humble smile on his lips, looking at the former students.For the profession of teaching, he had indeed been enthusiastic, because such students would not be boring.

"If there is no opposite of ugliness, it is impossible to define beauty and goodness. There is no pure beauty and goodness in this world. The world is a fusion of opposites. Quangong Temple itself is a reflection of Wang Lingjian's thoughts. If There is an absolutely sincere, pure and innocent part in this individual's thought, so there must also be an absolute darkness that is opposite to it but has not been recognized by people. If it is said that the terminated reality only makes people see the sad Lavinia , then here, in this new cycle of unreality, I will show you Tamora who is not worthy even of the lamentation of wild birds."

"Every time after seeing the dead body of the congressman, she was moved and said to me, 'I am already very happy, it doesn't matter if I die', and then she really died. From this point of view, it seems that she was indeed affected. Wang Ling's thoughts inspired me to realize happiness." Fujima's tone was a little careless, no matter who the other party was, he would never force himself to understand what he couldn't understand, because in the end it was just a futile effort.

He stood up gently, with a metal pen holder nimbly held between the fingers of his left hand.

"Sakura-kun can see things that no one else can see. But he can't see what's about to happen right in front of him."

What answered him was the breath of death that gradually spread in the silence and coldness.

Sakura had already poked the compass into her lungs, perhaps because she was too skilled to penetrate her body with such a small object, but was able to keep silent.Even though the corners of her mouth were overflowing with bright red blood, she still looked stern.

"It's so slow... why don't I help you." Fujima said softly.

Because her head was suddenly penetrated by the ballpoint pen, her eyes widened uncontrollably, and a white flexible figure slipped from the depths of her eyes.The blood stained her dark eyes red, mixed with the liquid in her eyes, and flowed down from the eye sockets.

"Kagari..."

After uttering unidentified syllables like a dying confession, one of the writers of the story died in his own story.

The darkness swallowed the unformed fantasy world, and then spread out a new world like white paper that has not yet happened.

Until someone finally gets tired of repeating the development that cannot be changed countless times, then there will be no next world.

In addition to the world of stories, there is also a world where editors really exist.

While new stories are being woven, take a look at the world of those who wrote fake books honoring the dead.

After the stack of white papers on the table was completely burned and the golden flame disappeared, there would still be no ashes left.

This is a matter of course, because what burns is "nothingness".

In this weird room piled up with glazed tiles, the young man who wrote the story watched the story he wrote spontaneously ignite, which means that this article is yet another emptiness rejected by reality.

There is plenty of time, and you won't feel tired.Because I know the fact that I am a pervert, even if I repeat hundreds of millions of stories with the same development, I will not feel too tortured.

As long as the probability of recovering her is not zero, I will keep writing.

He turned his face slightly, and as far as he could see, there was a girl with her face slightly lowered, her back leaning on a chair, sitting quietly.That lifeless appearance makes people realize that she is not human, but just a huge doll that is too realistic.

The human figure made up of fragments of time and space has a body, but no soul.

It was his twin sister who died young.

It wasn't that she was nothing like him as he told others, in fact, they looked almost exactly the same.

His sister is his nothingness. He lived in shame and abandoning his dignity, and died ridiculously. Even if he repeated it hundreds of millions of times, he could not make her forgive him.

He wrote an offering to nothingness, hoping to wake from the depths, his princess.

The princess is nothingness, but pure offering.

He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.

The golden flame on the table turned into a pale silver color, that was about to appear.

When the boundary between nothingness and offerings begins to blur, the figures of the two begin to overlap.When he stopped writing fake books with the mentality of exploiting offerings, that would appear every time after an invalid story fell to nothing.

Yes, the protagonist who died without exception as an offering to nothingness.

"Anything you say may be a lie, and everything you do has no real purpose, so I don't believe you. But it's okay. Because despair is my happiness, so what I look forward to The ending is the same as yours. I hope that the next time will be the last time, so that I can sleep peacefully, and you can also feel a little relieved by making up for the past."

As a pawn in the story, the girl who played the leading role like a joke comforted him as if she knew all his hypocrisy.

"But you are not real." He looked at Chun who propped his hands on the desk and appeared beside him like a ghost.

"Although I have died a long time ago, you understand, this is what I want to tell you. Although you only have one younger sister, you are also the only elder brother I recognize." She put her senseless hand on his hand, "So no matter what, I won't blame you. I did die happily without regret, no matter which time it is. So at least in the imaginary world, exchange me for your princess... If This is your wish, and that is my wish."

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PS: Ryoko Sakura is the heroine of paranoia.

These three articles are a series.They should really be combined into one article.

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Lost Wine Valery

I swim the ocean,

(Already forget where it is under the sky)

In order to be an offering of "nothingness",

Pour a little wine into the sea.

Oh, wine!Who wants you to disappear?

Are we doing it according to divination?

Or a little bit of bleeding?

Even keep a secret in my chest?

Instantly like rose-colored smoke,

In a blink of an eye, it's normal again,

Clear flow into the sea.

You say this wine is just empty? ...the tide is intoxicated,

I saw falling upside down in the sea breeze,

Shadows of the depths of the sea.