[Psycho-Pass] Princess Disease

During the period when the master locked himself in the study, he only lived on the clear water and wheat porridge I sent every day.

In fact, he didn't touch the porridge, and he even drank limited water.I think he probably understands that his physical condition is getting worse every day because of food problems.

But he didn't reproach me for sending those things to him.

I knew from the beginning that this internally torn family couldn't last forever, continuing the illusion of a peaceful life.

From the day Mrs. Huazi asked me to mix medicine into food and give it to the master, I knew that once someone started the first step, the disintegration and disintegration would only happen in an instant.

"Are you a conscientious servant?" the master asked me as the water was brought to his room.

"I think so, as long as it is the master's order, I will do it." Unfortunately, I have too many masters.

"If something happens tonight, please take those two children away from this place."

"I'm worried they won't listen to me."

"Then at least let him... Do your best to keep him."

"I will try my best." After all, Miss is not his favorite child, even though she looks similar to his lover, he is not really insane enough to confuse the two.So he can abandon her without hesitation.

"I know you have been taking care of my son, but tonight, please only take care of my son." When I left, he was still a little worried.

I shut the door and backed out, knowing the house would be a hunting ground tonight.

Everyone accused the master of being incompetent and weak, thinking that he is now being bullied.But in order to protect his favorite child from harm after his death, he will do things that Mrs. Huazi and the others can't imagine.

I walked out the door and saw the young lady lying on the railing with a smile on her face, looking at Fujima sitting in the corner of the stairs reading a book quietly.

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...

In the evening, Madam's elder sister Yao came to visit Madam.

The master also left the study for the first time after so many days of hunger strike, went downstairs, and sat at the table for 12 people in the dining room.

The scent of the burning candles on the dining table was so sweet that it seemed to seep into people's blood. The four people sitting at the table, Mrs. Grandpa and Miss Guest, seemed to be bewildered by this sweet fragrance, and they were all silent.

The peaceful atmosphere rendered by silver candlesticks and dim candlelight reminds me of the last meal between the twelve disciples and Jesus in the Bible story. At that time, Jesus already knew that someone had betrayed him.

But tonight, without Jesus, without saints.

The wife and her sister are jealous of each other, and this jealousy has not dissipated to this day.

It is only after they discover that there is another woman they should be jealous of that they form an alliance to kill the amoral lovers.After so many years, I also want to torture the master in the slowest and cruelest way until he dies.

The master is also well aware of their intentions, and faces them with a harmless and weak attitude, but is ready to carry out a thorough liquidation when they relax a little.

As for Miss, they all seemed to think that they could hold her in their hands and control her destiny, and they were confident about it.

But she seemed to just not care too much about it.Not even the treacherous Judas, she is a monster in human skin who is indifferent to seeing others sacrifice their lives in vain.

In this gorgeous house overflowing with the aroma of food and candles, there is a dirty heart of human beings just around the corner.

The monster in human skin waited calmly. Since she had been waiting for 16 years, she might as well have waited longer. She might be looking forward to the tragedy, and she might not be too tempted.

I left the restaurant, closed the door, and locked the outside as the master ordered.This way, the prey cannot escape the paddock.

He is willing to remove all threats for Kozaburo Fujima, including his daughter and himself.It's just that Fujima may not care about the world his father wants to give him...

Perhaps, in Fujima's view, the only thing worth remembering in this world is the small corner of Ogishima, which was built for him by his biological mother, full of filth and darkness.

……

...

I sat in the servant's room and looked at Wuthering Heights.

I only saw half of it, and saw the heroine Catherine die, and the entanglement of her generation ended because of her death.

The person the master loves is Kosaburo Fujima's mother, but their love affair cannot be accepted by the world.

So Fujima's mother created her own world in which to escape the wind and rain of the outside world.In the eyes of others, she was crazy, so she was sent to a correctional institution.

Even so, she escaped, fled to a place where she could not be corrected, where she could not be blamed, and gave birth to the pair of children.And let her children also live in their own world.

Kosaburo Fujima still cannot accept the true face of the world. However, he also realized that the world he originally lived in is indeed an illusory world described by mental patients.

I heard, on the other side of the mansion, faint gunshots.

After several gunshots, everything returned to calm.I swallowed my saliva and rushed out. If the lady is lucky enough not to die, I can still save her now.

The lock on the dining-room door had been shattered by bullets, and the door was open.

I walked in gently, and saw Mrs. Yao, who was holding a revolver, watching her sister slowly crawling on the ground in horror, thick blood dripping continuously from the hole in Mrs. Huazi's abdomen.

Mrs. Hua Zi climbed up to the master, looked at him and smiled slightly, she traced his soft face with bloody fingertips: "Forgive me, I just don't know how to love you, and I don't know how you can love me .”

The master was dead, his carotid artery was cut open with a table knife, and blood spattered all over the wall.

Mrs. Huazi hugged his head, tears streaming down her cheeks. She really loved him deeply, even if she couldn't enter his world, she still loved him for many years.

"Sister, I didn't use that child as a tool for revenge, not from the very beginning. She is my child...I really love my daughter..." She picked up the table knife that had fallen aside, while drooling Tears stabbed tremblingly into his chest, "...it hurts...but, I really want to go to where you are..."

She whimpered and hugged her husband's body tightly in her arms.Maybe the location of the self-injury was wrong, she just kept bleeding, but she didn't die quickly.

Madam Yao walked up to her, grabbed the table knife from her hand, and cut at her neck.

Soon, Mrs. Huazi died just like the master.

Warm blood flew to Mrs. Yao's face, making her cruel face look as terrifying as a ghost who has returned to the world to seek her life.

"Is it my turn now?" Aiko said softly, standing up from the chair, "You did a good job, but it's too dirty. Looking at the things on the walls, I thought you would do quite well. Elegant..."

"Don't move!" Mrs. Yao suddenly backed away in a little panic, and reloaded new bullets in the gun, "You... this - vicious bastard!"

"I have no intention of resisting, no matter what the outcome is, I will accept it." She slowly raised her hands, but still slowly walked towards the other party, "I didn't do anything. Those who want to kill and those who really kill are not always Do you. Have you anything to plead, my—aunt?"

"Hua Zi... Hua Zi..." Mrs. Yao couldn't help crying, "I didn't mean to..."

"But you did, you killed your sister. You're a psychopath, that's why you killed them," she said softly.

"Don't come here." Mrs. Yao aimed the gun at her heart.

"Don't back away." Aiko pointed behind her.

Madam Yao turned her head slowly, and saw the gentle-faced young man standing behind her like a ghost.

She screamed and almost fell to the ground.

"Because of his appearance, the cage that bound me merged with my body, and I lost my country. It was originally a city as cold and beautiful as the extreme north, but because of him, my country sank. I fell into the bottom of the sea. I have been looking for a way to go back for a long time. But I only feel more and more desperate. My aunt...killed him for me, so that I will also bear the crime for you in front of the police." She Looking blankly at Fujima, who was standing opposite and smiling gently at her, "Your appearance has destroyed my world, but you don't know anything about it."

"Then isn't even your only truth true? You even said that you want to invite me to help you rebuild that snow and ice city." Fujima asked her with a smile, "I didn't expect you to hate me so much. "

She lowered her eyes helplessly: "It's true, we can either live together and rebuild our world, or kill you and then commit suicide. Since you have no sign of agreeing to my invitation, I have already lost the world, so I have no choice but to do this .”

Fujima smiled, then whispered something in Mrs. Yao's ear, she opened her eyes and looked at him with disgust.

He gently stroked her face reassuringly, and took the revolver from her hands without a hitch.

"Do you know what my sister did when she knew that someone was going to take us away and destroy my sister's castle?" He slowly wiped his fingerprints on the pistol with a handkerchief, and said slowly.

"Kill you? Then commit suicide?" The young lady laughed loudly. "It seems that I am just a poor imitator."

"That's right. She's going to kill me and then kill herself so there won't be anyone else in our world," Fujima said. "I'm a survivor because I killed her in the end."

"So you're saying you're going to kill me too?" she asked him relaxed, slowly sitting back in her chair.

He wrapped the pistol in his handkerchief and cocked the trigger.

Mrs. Yao, who had been in a trance because of killing her sister, immediately fell down.

He put the pistol back into Mrs. Yao's hand, and then said to the young lady, "It was she who committed suicide after murder. It wasn't you or me."

"..."

"I have no intention of letting you die in front of me." He slowly walked in front of her, "Because you just want to provoke me to kill you. Since you expect so much, I will not let you succeed."

He looked into her eyes: "You lost everything, and now I'm the only one left."

"I had nothing in the first place, and I haven't changed anything now." She looked back at the past with a smile, not wanting to lose to him at all.

His eyes fell, and he saw that what she pressed against his chest was a pocket-sized revolver, which she kept hidden in her sleeve.

He smiled again, with an exceptionally sweet smile: "Who gave it to you?"

"What do you say?"

"Sage Guardian is a liar, don't tell me you trust him so much."

"Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to believe him. I've tried it, and it's real. It's good enough to beat your heart out."

"That is to say, you would rather kill me and let others watch a good show?"

"How come, just to remind you, don't think you can play tricks on me."

"I don't hate being teased by others." He said good-naturedly, "I have never consciously been able to tease others. I am a serious person."

"...I heard the sound of a police car."

"Someone will definitely call the police."

"The fewer people present, the better. Liangzi will not be on duty tonight, no one knows you will come back to work, right?" Aiko asked me.

I shook my head, no matter how cruel the scene is, I can't shake me, because in the welfare institution...

She nodded: "You and him are not present. In this way, I can justify myself. I have no motive, nor the ability to commit crimes alone, so I will not be suspected. I will tell them that I have been hiding in my father's study so Only escaped. However, you..."

"I won't be coming back here," Fujima said.

"...Maybe we will meet again in the future..." she whispered, "No, it's better not to see you. I will be angry because..."

"No one will know what will happen in the future. If I can see you again, I hope you won't hate me so much."

"Maybe at that time I will be so wicked that I want to marry you, and let you spend every day in pain and suffering so much that you forget your sister."

"..."

He froze for a moment, and looked at her with some doubts in his expression.He then left the restaurant full of dead bodies.

He never responded when she asked strange, ambiguous questions.

This time even I heard something was wrong.

Although I knew that I had to leave as soon as possible, I had to remind her: "What you said is too strange. I have to remind you, no matter how strange he is, you are still brothers and sisters."

"Yeah, I know. I only felt something running in my blood when my parents died. You may laugh at me for saying that when they died, I found that I was actually virtuous. What a wonderful realization, what is right and what is wrong, I understood all at once." She said in a flat tone, her eyes were peaceful and cold looking at the dead body of her relatives, "Now I feel that my soul is actually weak Unbearable. Although I am sad and regretful, it is irreparable."

She smiled silently: "Being able to love and be loved. I don't have these two qualities... Although I'm sorry, but I can't shed tears for them. Since there is no cure, I can only go on like this... I also want to Tell him not to go, and want to seek his hug like a younger sister. But that is also unspeakable, I don't know the reason for asking him."

She walked up the stairs slowly.

I watched her go through the study door, and then turned away, never to return.

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