【Fantasy Pass】Psycho Pass Banquet

It is true that Kamijou Touma has escaped from his adolescence when he hated his parents to pursue himself, and he is not a useless person who can only stay at home and gnaw old wood. There is not such a big reaction to the visit of parents on a whim.

In fact, what he is worried about is not these things, but at their age, after the dust of life and work has settled, the care of their parents has become a kind of pressure full of love, pervasive and even forced from all directions.

It's not big, but there are so many that people sometimes feel out of breath.

Especially when the children are working in unfamiliar cities and get together less and leave more, such a rare meeting seems to be both expected and worrying.

The moment when we first met should be the warmest scene in the whole prelude, and then they will carefully judge your outfit from top to bottom, this coat is too ugly, these pants are too short, the weather is too cold Add clothes, reduce clothes when it’s hot, why don’t you always listen to what your parents say, and so on.

After entering the house, all the rooms have to be inspected in detail. It is pointed out that it is inconvenient to place daily necessities, the newly bought quilt is too thin, and there is no fresh food in the refrigerator.It would be even more terrifying if there were a few freshly changed clothes in the laundry basket or the dishes on the dining table that were rushed out in the morning before they were taken away. At least you will be dragged and nagged for 15 minutes, and you can’t refute it, otherwise It will only invite more lengthy lectures.

Next, if you go to have lunch or dinner, they will come to the conclusion that 'the nutrition is not balanced, the diet is irregular, and they are not taking good care of themselves' from any dish you order.

Kamijou Touma, who has cultivated perfect housekeeping skills under the harsh conditions of his parents' long-term travel since he was a child, is not too worried about his living habits being questioned. Such problems are helpless.

Kamijou Touma, who was lying on the desk with his head in his arms and almost wanted to curl himself up, groaned in despair. In the case report on the computer screen, five lines of 'I don't want to go' were written.

Anyway, sooner or later you have to confess, why not take this opportunity to bring Fang Accelerator over there and explain it thoroughly, it just so happens that this guy's choking skills are first-rate, and maybe he can help him solve the problem.

Kamijou Touma sat up from the desk after he came up with the idea in a flash of inspiration: "Accelerator, today—"

"I don't want it." It took only a second for Accelerator, who lowered his head and focused on the handheld game, to reply.

Without hesitation? !

Kamijou Touma's expectant expression froze on his face.

"It's just--"

"I do not want."

The cold-blooded tyrant hooked his toes to the edge of the table and pulled the computer chair he was sitting on back to the desk, leaving him with an unmoved and cruel back.

Kamijou Touma couldn't help thinking about the possibility of handcuffing him to the airport.

"You're not a kid in kindergarten, do you still need to be led to meet your parents?" Fang Accelerator sarcastically mercilessly.

"What I'm afraid of has nothing to do with this." Kamijou Touma simply dropped the untouched report and slipped to the side of his executive officer: "Besides, aren't we living together, we must meet."

"Who cares about you, I'm going back to live in the executive dormitory." Accelerator pushed away the face that was trying to get close to him: "Speaking of cohabitants, I think you should worry more about the person living in your house for no reason than me." The nun."

"Ah." Kamijou Touma stood there thoughtfully for a moment, then uttered a short syllable, which immediately turned into a tragic cry.

He thought of Index's figure that looked like a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, and her cute appearance that was far from an adult anyway, and he became more and more afraid that if his parents saw him and such a person who was actually already an adult What kind of expression would a female woman show when she lives together, and maybe she would put some terrible sexual fetish on herself.

God knows that the relationship between them is just a simple relationship between the owner and the tenant, or it is not so much a relationship between a man and a woman as a very important family?

No, no matter how he defines this relationship, the picture of a 24-year-old adult man living with a foreign girl who looks [-] or [-] years old is quite sinister anyway.

"Anyway, first inform the two guardians to take Index back temporarily..." Kamijou Touma, who chose 'avoid being labeled as a strange sexual fetish', temporarily gave up the idea of ​​persuading Accelerator to accompany him to meet his parents.

Accelerator glanced at the man next to him who was so nervous that he started talking to himself non-stop, but out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a figure cautiously looking outside the office and then quickly backing away.

doing what?

Everyone in the room was focused on their own affairs, and it seemed that no one except him noticed the guy wandering outside the door.Accelerator rested his arms on the table and propped up his cheeks, frowning slightly and staring at the glass door.

The man who hesitated for a long time pretended to pass by again as expected, his eyes searching for something.

The eyes met.The other party seemed very surprised.

Accelerator stood up, ready to go out to ask what happened, but Kamijou Touma, who thought he was going to take the opportunity to escape, grabbed his wrist.

The man on the phone pursed his lips like an awkward child, and cast a questioning look.

"Coffee." Accelerator briefly explained his reason for leaving.

Kamijou clenched his fingers even tighter to express the answer he couldn't say now: I don't believe it.

"Really. Let's go with you later, okay?" Accelerator waved his other hand like driving away a small animal.

The strength of grasping himself has become a little weaker, but the owner of the palm still refuses to let go completely: Really?

"really."

Worried about how difficult the man was, Fang Accelerator hurriedly got rid of his hand, but when he chased him out, the man who was sneaking around outside the door with his worries in mind had already fled like a frightened rabbit.

"What are you doing, that woman?"

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Misaka Mikoto hid at the corner of the corridor, her heart still beating wildly from the fast running just now.

Why run away?she questioned herself.

Obviously, they just accidentally met their eyes.

Recalling the moment when the eyes of the white-haired man met, Misaka Mikoto trembled slightly——

Maybe he was just curious about why he appeared there and cast a curious gaze, which didn't contain any malice, but it still made people feel like their bodies were frozen in ice.

Just like a docile lamb instinctively fears a ferocious wolf, Misaka Mikoto is afraid of such a pair of eyes.

She was worried that the other party would catch up, so she ran away desperately, and then hid herself in a corner.

"What the hell am I doing..."

But recalling the reasons that drove her to a series of offices as if she was sleepwalking, she couldn't help lowering her head in annoyance.

Four years have passed since that night like a nightmare, but every time the rings of the year turn around and the next November comes, those gloomy and hopeless pasts will break into the life that has begun to return to its original place like ghosts He pestered her stubbornly, reminding her how powerless and weak she really was.

She had no choice but to recall and continue to search, so that she desperately hoped that someone could share this heavy reality with her.

Kamijou Touma.

That black night weaved the name into his life permanently, like a lamp suddenly lit by someone.

He once threw himself into events that had nothing to do with him recklessly, and carried everything she could not do on his shoulders.

But when she was finally admitted to the Security Bureau with the No. But never touched the corner of that black shadow.

Do you remember the girl who was brutally killed and her body was randomly thrown in the garden?Do you remember fighting the killer and even getting stabbed and hospitalized?Do you remember running around for what four years ago?

She had a hundred ways to ask for his answer, but not a single reason to put it into words.

How to ask?

As a family member of the victim, recall the past that others don't even want to think about, and then ask why the murderer was not caught in the end?

I have been investigating non-stop for four years and still haven't pieced together the truth at that time, but I want a stranger who has nothing to do with the case to give the result?

Maybe.Misaka Mikoto thought.Maybe I just want to find someone, someone who witnessed that night together, so I can do nothing but talk about the latest news and movies instead of recalling the past.

So mean.She just doesn't want to remember it.

Misaka Mikoto took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and on the standby screen that was turned on was a group photo. Two girls with almost identical faces squeezed into the small lens, and one of them showed a slight smile.

"Ah! I found it!" Shirai Heizi's voice suddenly came from the other side of the corridor, and she ran to the senior standing at the corner in three steps at a time: "What are you doing here? There are important things Going to do it."

"I know." Misaka Mikoto put the phone back into her pocket, "It's just that the office is too stuffy to come out to get some air."

"Breathable? Is it close to the first line?" Shirai Heizi tilted his head suspiciously.

Misaka Mikoto blushed, and angrily slapped her junior on the head: "You care so much about me!"

"Really! Such rudeness is not in line with the status of an honor student who graduated from Meiji University! Please pay more attention!"

"Crap!"

In order to prevent anyone from peeking at the expression on her face at this moment, Misaka Mikoto pretended to be angry and walked forward quickly, her hands silently clenched into fists on both sides of her body.

Tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely be able to speak out smoothly.

for sure.