【Fantasy Pass】-Psycho Pass Banquet

Tokiwadai, a private girls' school with an area three or four times larger than that of ordinary high schools, contains all the facilities that can cultivate people into talents in junior high schools, high schools, independent dormitories, and internship institutions. At this time, the first class begins. In the first 10 minutes, a large number of students walked through the antique-like luxurious wrought iron gate to the teaching building where classes will be held next.

Girls with dignified demeanor like exquisite works of art walked together in twos and threes, whether it was the beige suit jacket and fine plaid pleated skirt that attracted the attention of countless people outside the school, or the unconsciously revealing ladylike demeanor in every move You can feel the 'speciality' of girls' schools.

It's like a high-end teacup placed in a window for people to choose.The girl codenamed "The Last Work" whispered in her heart while carrying her schoolbag, while scratching her hair in distress, she hurriedly smoothed out the wrinkles on her skirt.

"Misaka-san—?"

The deep contralto from behind made The Last Work tremble, and the small bunch of hair on the head trembled as if it were alive.

A female teacher in formal attire and thin-frame glasses is crossing her arms and looking at her: "I think we need to have a good talk about your recent skipping class."

"I will definitely learn my lesson and won't do it again. Misaka Misaka lied to you by pretending to admit his mistake but actually wanted to get away as soon as possible... Uh--" In the middle of the sentence, the last work covered his mouth in horror: he was addicted to talking too much, accidentally Tell the truth together.

Before being grabbed by the devil teacher in front of him and taken away by the ear, the hand of the last work was suddenly grabbed by someone——

"I'm very sorry! There's an important class ahead! I'll persuade Misaka-san for you! Goodbye, teacher!"

The girl with dark brown curly hair yelled loudly, and quickly dragged the last work out of the sight of the teacher who was guarding the discipline.

"Running is prohibited on campus!" I don't know if it's because it's inconvenient to run over in high heels or if I decided to let the two of you go, a voice came from far behind.

"It's not running! It's a race walk! A race walk!"

"Yangji? Misaka Misaka was moved by this solid comrade-in-arms." Last Work said blankly as he was being held by hand and turned through one corridor after another.

"I still haven't forgotten your character design at this time. To be surprised, you have to choose one!" The girl whose full name is Takase Yoki slowed down, and put the hair that floated in front of her back behind her ears.

Takase Yoki, unlike Tokiwadai's usual impression of being delicate and gentle, is a girl with very good motor nerves. She has a rough personality but is very lively. Because she likes all novel and exciting things, she and the last one As a like-minded good partner.

Finally, I walked into the classroom one second before the bell rang. In the first math class, the group discussed math problems about college difficulty and then solved the algorithm.

Receive high school education in junior high school, university education in high school, and education in college to be able to stand alone in society. Always be one step ahead of others, be able to cope with all situations, and cultivate a person who is absolutely unique both inside and outside. Outstanding women who are inferior to men are Tokiwadai's educational policy.

"Misaka."

Seeing the math teacher who was old enough to be called "Grandma" came to the other end of the classroom, Takase Yoki pretended to write complicated and difficult questions on the paper with a pen, while talking in a low voice.

In pursuit of traditional retro, the classroom using paper textbooks provides them with such a small pleasure.

"Huh? Misaka Misaka asked in a low voice." The Last Work propped her chin, writing out a large list of numbers lazily.

"At this time, I still have a mouth addiction..." Takase Yangji shook his head: "Forget it. Did you know that there have been murderers in Tokyo recently."

"Hey——it's those baseless urban legends again... Misaka Misaka is bored and responded to you." Although he once aspired to become a surveillance officer and self-righteously studied a lot of detective novels, but the last work has no impact on these folk 'killing'. Mo' lore isn't of much interest.

"It's not an urban legend." Takase Yangji put a big cross on the number he wrote before: "Yuwenkan Private High School* in Bunkyo District, the students who were killed were there."

The last work recalled the name of this strange school, and continued to write the dazzling formula: "Oh...and then?"

Although both belong to private middle schools, Yuwenguan High School implements a policy that is almost completely opposite to that of Tokiwadai—as long as the high tuition fees can be paid and the psychological index is within the normal range, no matter whether the student's conduct is good or bad, the income will be paid. There are no hard and fast rules in school, and it is quite a "loose" school in terms of teaching and educating people.

Although the concentration of wealth in the hands of a few people to form a privileged class has been avoided, this phenomenon still exists after all.The Last Work thought as he turned the pencil in his hand.

Just like ordinary students in third-rate schools look down on talented students from prestigious colleges, top-notch elite students also hold a dismissive attitude towards Yuwenguan High School, which has a mixed reputation.

Takase Yangji said mysteriously: "Isn't it reported before that some female students are missing or something. It is said that they were found in the Yanzhong Cemetery last night, and their bodies were cut into pieces by the murderer. The police were terrified."

"With the use of ambiguous words like 'supposedly', the matter itself does not have much credibility. How could the gossip of such a vicious murder case run faster than the TV station? Misaka Misaka refuted you. "

"You are too naive to think that the news media is being manipulated to broadcast this kind of thing!" Takase Yangji was so anxious that he kept stomping under the desk: "They are best at covering up the truth, and they want to hear from there. It’s impossible to be honest.”

"Hey——" The last work sighed in distress: "Then who is your 'supposedly' based on? Misaka Misaka asked unwillingly."

Hearing such a question, Takase Yangji hesitated for a moment, showing a strange expression of nervousness, fear, but also a little excitement on his face.

That said, you must have made it up.Just when the last work wanted to say this, Takase Yangji replied:

"From... the website."

"Website?" The last work even forgot his language addiction for a while.

"When I was looking for something, I accidentally clicked on a very strange website. If I said I really wanted to join, I would leave my email and the password would be sent. After trying to do this, I really had an account that I could log in to... "

"Wait, wait—!" The Last Work quickly interrupted the other party's unclear soliloquy: "The focus was wrong from the beginning! What I want to ask is, what is that website about?"

"...serial killer," Takase Yoki said.

"Is it the kind of website that analyzes and discusses unsolved murder cases organized by reasoning research institutes, private detective groups, and reasoning enthusiasts?"

"No...it's not that kind..." Takase Yangji shook his head slightly, and then said: "It has nothing to do with solving the case... You know that fans of celebrities will create personal webpages for their favorite idols Is it? Similar to this."

"what?"

"That website, it's a shrine to serial killers."

This is an unbelievable answer, but at the same time as the last work, I feel astonished and reasonable——

In fact, people have been worshiping serial killers, worshiping violence, worshiping death.

'Jack the Ripper', 'Yorkshire Butcher', 'Devil's Disciple', 'Murder Clown', 'Milwaukee Ghoul',

From their act of naming the bloodthirsty killer, you can get a glimpse of the deep roots of this twisted mania in people's hearts.

Not only that, but later people integrated these tragic and bloody images into literary works and put them on the big screen, trying to portray them as transcendent or chaotic and depraved existences, and for them to show mysterious and elegant , Crazy behavior worship.

Even if some notorious serial killers go to jail, they will receive letters from their fanatical believers, the content of which is nothing more than recognition of the killing and their daring charisma. Form a family and reproduce.

Whether the admiration for serial killers is a collective Stockholm syndrome or a pure worship of power inherent in human beings, this question still has no clear answer.Is such admiration harmful?Although there are extreme cases of imitation killings due to fanatical worship, most of the "serial killer cults" just stay outside the boundaries of watching from a distance. Excuse me, but the most important criterion for dividing people out is that they never take the bottom step-

kill.

In other words, what these people admire is not serial killers, but the clean and tidy 'violence' they show, which is enough to break all the constraints of rules.

People never substitute themselves into the 'victim', but always fantasize about themselves as the 'perpetrator'.

Abandoned or abused by men, scolded by ruthless superiors, teased and applauded by women, isolated and bullied by classmates... No matter what kind of person they are, after experiencing many unsatisfactory experiences, they will have the feeling of "If I can kill someone "Okay" impulse, but after all, they lack the courage to turn it into reality. Laws, regulations, ethics, and morality are like an unbreakable net that includes everyone.

The one who finally tore through this layer of bondage is the serial killer.

Doing what you can't do, turning the impossible into possible, unreasonable violence, brutal killing, just satisfies people's repressed aggressiveness.

This statement sounds very distorted at first glance, but it is reasonable.

Almost everyone has more or less imagined such a scenario: beat up the boss who doesn't like you, drag the bastard out of the car and throw it on the side of the road, and beat the business partner who is dictating to him.But there are only a handful of people who actually do this. They just knock down and kill the imaginary enemies in their hearts to relieve the pressure that has nowhere to vent.

Thinking of this, the pen in the hand of the last work stopped.

However, in the society under the surveillance of the Sibyl system, people lose the ability to imagine like this.

As long as the thought of hurting others just pops up in your mind, you will be told that you need treatment. People are forced to treat others with the greatest kindness. No matter how they are treated, they must be calm and maintain a happy, stable, and clean personality. .

When Takase Yangji mentioned the word 'murderer', his expression seemed to be shining with brilliance, and it flashed in the mind of the last work.

We cannot kill, not even imagined.

The Sibyl system suppresses the instincts of people with unlimited desires to the lowest level. Anger, sadness, and pain are all classified as 'harmful', not to mention catharsis, even production is not allowed.

Then in contrast, the longing for liberation will rebound in a more distorted and extremely violent form.

For example, pinning all unspecified expectations on things that are incorrect and shouldn't exist at all...

"Then the time is over. Please announce the solution to the number three of each group."

The teacher's voice abruptly stopped her thinking from the podium.

"It's terrible! I'm number three!" Takase Yangji scratched his hair, flicked through the textbook, trying to find an answer from it, and regretted his desertion just now.

"Here." The last work pushed the calculation paper that had reached the final conclusion to the girl: "Take the amulet. Misaka Misaka will send you considerate help."

"Too reliable! Miss Clone!"

"After all, I'm a person with the same excellent genes as my sister. Misaka Misaka, try to boast."

*The name of a real high school is borrowed here, but the policies and systems are all fabricated.