[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

The curtain of the stage moved to the sides, and the beam of light shone on the performer in the center of the stage.

Because it doesn't have a soul, it only has the ability to act under the scriptwriter's order.

In the story that ended before, she put on the personality of a deceased person, and faithfully performed a one-man show with only one character.

A certain white creature deftly jumped to the center of the stage where no one was watching, and climbed onto the puppet's shoulders. It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp teeth, which penetrated deeply into the puppet's shoulders.

Because the puppet has no perception, it will not resist.

A creature like a white fox injects something similar to toxin into the doll's body through its teeth.

At the same time, the second cycle between reality and unreality begins.

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In the white church, kneeling in front of the statue of the Son, praying quietly with closed eyes was a nun in plain uniform.

After her parents died in the fire, she was supposed to be adopted by a welfare institution, but by chance, she was adopted by an old priest of the church, and embarked on a road of isolation from the world.

After the death of the old priest, she inherited the church and lived a peaceful and peaceful life every day.

Although the outside is a relaxed world that does not require humans to do manual labor, the church still retains the appearance of hundreds of years ago, and everything needs to be done by oneself.The daily meals are also planted by herself. Although it may be a tedious life for a girl of this age, she is quite satisfied with her current life, and she has never opened the door to see the outside world. Curiosity.

It may also be that managing the villa where the homeless live consumes a lot of her energy, so she has no extra time to look forward to life.

I have time to pray these few days because I took in a special homeless person.

In terms of appearance, he is a clean young man with white hair and profound knowledge. He doesn't look like a tramp at all.This man likes to preach to a bunch of outcasts about the origins of human inequality.The people here are fascinated, and she will not go to the kitchen to steal food, which makes her very relieved.

Although the girl felt a little uneasy, because the part she overheard while cleaning the room made her feel that he was preaching some "anti" things.

The clergy who prayed devoutly did not realize that the danger was approaching.

The malicious person who sneaked into the auditorium that was separated from the other building locked the door of the chapel, and stared greedily at the back of the girl who was not aware of the danger.

Originally, I just wanted to find a place to escape from the crime rate being measured, and there are young women here, which really makes this criminal who is running around and committing crimes very gratified.

Although the nun wears a veil that covers half of her face all day long, he is a criminal who has professional ethics and doesn't care what the victim looks like.

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It's meal time again, facing the big pots of grass-like tasteless things spread by the nuns every day, even the homeless who are not picky eaters can hardly look forward to eating.

Today is the same four dishes and one soup, four pots of green grass, and a pot of green grass juice, which makes them feel that they will become green plants if they continue to eat like this.

"It smells like meat..." I don't know who said it first.

Then the rest of the people discovered that there were indeed slices of meat-like things mixed among the green leafy plants who didn't know if they were cooked or not.

"Because I can only be vegetarian, so I won't eat with you today." After leading them to pray before the meal, the nun said, "Facing dead plants and animals, you must treat them equally, and you must treat them with respect. Thank you for being at your table."

After she left, all the disheveled people were very grateful for the slices of meat, and desperately dialed the non-green parts into their bowls.

Among dozens of people sitting around the dining table, two people silently put their chopsticks aside, realizing that someone had made the same move as themselves, and they looked at each other.

Thus, the clean and tidy young man met the eyes of the wise and calm old man.

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If she was eight or nine when she came to church, she would be around 17 now.

She has never left the church for so long.Even if they want to purchase things that are not available in the church, they always ask those homeless people to do it for them.

But today she had to take that step.

Although this is the suburb of a metropolis, for her, the tall buildings, the neon lights that change colors constantly, and the busy traffic on the streets are enough grand sights for her to be called luxurious.

The dizzying pressure of the flow of people made her want to vomit.

Fortunately, the welfare institution is not far from this church, and it is also on the periphery of the abandoned area.

After running through Kabukicho, where the red lights were flashing and the atmosphere was strange, we arrived at the academy.

The moment I saw that person, I finally felt a little relieved.

He was half-sitting alone on the bed in the crude health care room, the same as when she last saw him a few years ago, with an IV in his arm and a book in his other hand.

After seeing her, he put down the book at hand and looked at her with his usual docile eyes.

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She put the kettle on the stove.

"No trace left." He took off her veil, and gently stroked her cheek with his fingertips.The burns from the fire at the welfare facility that killed her parents have faded with time, leaving only pale marks that are barely visible.

"That's why you worked so hard to find me, is it just for this matter?" Although the words were not gentle, the appearance that made people feel good about him did give people the illusion that he was actually speaking very gentle words.

She glanced at his face with a little displeasure, and after her eyes settled on the tear mole under his left eye, she lowered her eyes, as if she felt that she had nothing to say, she just poured boiling water into the cup of black tea silently, Then hand it to her.

"I don't drink tea," he said.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." She moved the teacup in front of her, and realized that her back was drenched in cold sweat, and she didn't feel at ease until now.

He stared at her slightly drooping, expressionless fair face, and suddenly held her hand.

"What's wrong?" She asked slightly puzzled.

"It's nothing." His voice was soft, and he let go of his hand absently.

"Obviously you said that you can come back to find you anytime, but you look very unhappy." She said a little puzzled.

"It's been eight years since we last met. For human beings, it's not a short time. Time has a great influence on people."

"I will not be affected by time." She said with a little confidence on her face.

"You obviously forgot that I don't drink black tea, and you yourself have acquired the bad habit of liking sweets." He smiled calmly, and then frowned slightly, "This strawberry cake tastes like... can you sleep with me? I want to know how you smell."

"...!!!"

Although he saw that the other party's expression was frozen, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, and continued to say in the soft tone that she sounded not gentle but perverted now: "Look at your face, it's all blue gone."

"You are definitely not the Kosaburo Fujima I know." After a long while, she said dumbfounded, the pervert in front of her was really far from the beautified and beautified gentle boy in her memory.

"Pervert is a man's romance." He said slowly with slight disdain, "You have this idea because you are too immature. Of course, if your hobby is incompetence, it's a different matter."

She picked up the teacup and drank tea.After a while, she put down the teacup with a bang.

She said, "Is there anything wrong with being incompetent?"

"No. If your hobby is incompetence, then I will be willing to be incompetent."

"... Really... Thank you very much"

"You're welcome. Because I'm so happy to see you again that I have to be cool to suppress the pleasure."

"..."

"But it's my usual style to express my heart directly." He slowly held her hand and looked at it, the slightly hot fingertip temperature made people feel uneasy, "It might as well end at the beginning."

"I really don't understand what you're talking about." She sighed softly, and when she found that she couldn't break away from his hand, she panicked.

"I don't want to use you anymore, so I will personally give you a peaceful sleep that will never be disturbed again."

He put his hands on her neck and slowly tightened it.

"I won't use you anymore, and I won't indulge in the unreal world and look forward to her recovery."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to breathe and ran down her cheeks.

His slightly absent-minded appearance was reflected in her wide-open pupils.

"Up to now, I don't know what I'm obsessed with." He slowly let go of his hand.

She gasped, although she understood his complicated mood, she didn't know the specific reason.

"I've known for a long time that you are special." Finally she said, "A few strange homeless people have come here recently, maybe you can get to know each other."

"It's rare for you to be so optimistic forever." Fujima sighed, "I can't do anything about killing you, although this is your wish."

"Don't worry, relax. Besides, I didn't ask you to kill me." She stretched out her hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, but then she became confused again, "But how do you know..."

"I want to ask why I know you want to die."

She nodded vigorously.Being guessed her true wish, her face flushed slightly with excitement.

"I just know." Because he really couldn't understand her thoughts, he felt a little helpless.

"Even if you become a pervert, I still like you very much." She hugged him very encouraged, as if she was touched because finally someone had insight into her mind.

"You change your mind so fast."

"Don't say that, let's study how to dispose of the body without leaving a trace after killing me." Her eyes glowed with excitement.

"I'll eat it."

She held her face with her hands shyly: "Don't say that, it's really embarrassing."

"You are always so pleasant and easy to satisfy, does any bad thing have its pleasant side in your opinion." Fujima couldn't help asking.

"It's better to say that only bad things are pleasant..." She showed a slightly gloomy look, "No, it should be said that we should look at everything with a positive and sunny attitude."

"Your expression makes me feel very unconvincing." He observed her with a serious expression, and then flicked her eyebrows with his fingers, "you'd better go to bed early. Maybe you wake up and find yourself dead Yes, that's really gratifying."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

She froze, and looked at him in blank dismay.

The author has something to say:

Thanks Yukiko~

Ps People don't have black and white wool. ~Look at my sincere eyes.

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In the last game, neither Rikako nor Baimao was hanged~

Ryoko thought they were really dead, so she happily killed Chunmei, and prepared to add details and branches to make the story the ending of Chunmei's murder.In this way, she can stop chasing and killing Chunmei.

But Ryoko gave up the game after discovering that the only person who died was Chunmei.Whether it's Rikako or Shiramo, when they disappeared, they were actually doing their favorite shit in the place they liked~

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This time Fujima Sansan is determined to kill Junmei himself, he no longer wants to use her to complete his sister's great summoning technique~~~~~

Although Sansan is a murderer, it seems that when faced with a masochist, he becomes [incompetent...

It's cheap to want to be S, but can't be S anymore

So I can't kill her~~~