【Fantasy Pass】-Psycho Pass Banquet

Three days have passed since the case happened, his wife is busy with work, and his children have returned to school early, leaving Shingo Kitajima alone in the treatment facility waiting for the results.

Why is this happening?

That accident seems to have left a heavy shadow on me, as long as night falls, there seems to be a shadow hiding in the corner of the room waiting for an opportunity.

Kitajima Shingo paced around restlessly.

"Is this Mr. Kitajima Shingo? I am the first surveillance officer of the Criminal Division of the Security Bureau. Due to various reasons, your case was transferred to me, so... uh."

When the man who was wearing a suit but seemed a bit rash opened the door and walked in, Shingo Kitajima and the other party were stunned at the same place.

"Sorry, I went to the wrong room." Kamijou Touma politely apologized and was about to leave - the report stated that the victim should have suffered from the aftereffects of the electric shock and was unable to move independently.

Just as he said these words, Kitajima Shingo finally belatedly pretended to be uncoordinated with his hands and feet, and groaned in pain.

Kamijou Touma stared silently at the man with poor acting skills for a long time, and said, "You're cheating like this."

Bei Dao Shengo, who moved around like a shrimp, was accused of embarrassment, and his expression froze immediately. He slowly withdrew his hands and feet, and sat down on the hospital bed in frustration: "You policemen, who would allow you to break in without permission? here."

"Ah, sorry."

"There is no sincerity of apology on your face at all." Bei Dao Shen Wu muttered in a voice that the other party could not hear: "Why are all the police officers in the Security Bureau freaks?"

Kamijou Touma heard the complaint, but he was not prepared to fuss about insignificant things, he pulled one of the chairs and sat beside the hospital bed, and said, "Because this attack was handled by other colleagues before, so I I don't know the details of the situation, I hope you can cooperate..."

"It sounds nice."

Kitajima Shingo, who should be happy to hear that the matter was taken seriously, smiled sarcastically.

"what?"

"I said you can only speak nicely." Recalling the worries for many days, the resentment in Bei Dao Shenwu burst out in one breath: "Actually, I don't want to rely on this method of kicking the ball and changing the person in charge every few days. Procrastinate a little bit. At that time, just make up a reason that the time is too long and there is not enough evidence to end the matter."

"We didn't mean that—"

"Stop being hypocritical!" The man suddenly yelled anxiously and angrily, "It's just that this case has dragged on for three days! That tall man disappeared without even finding a single clue! In the eyes of your police, as long as the victim is not dead, the case is insignificant?! If I didn’t wear protective clothing when I was attacked by a stun gun that day, do you know what will happen?!”

"Please wait a moment." Kamijou Touma suddenly interrupted the other party's accusation: "You mean a stun gun?"

Kitajima Shingo turned his gaze out of the window, and said in a self-defeating manner: "That's right, I won't correct the boring words about stun guns or electric batons with you."

"No, that's not what I wanted to ask. What happened that day, the night you were attacked?"

Kitajima Shingo was taken aback by the endless and overly eager question, and replied angrily:

"What the hell you bastard! I've said it so many times I don't remember anything!"

"It's impossible not to remember. But everything that happened will leave a memory, I just don't want to recall it!" Halfway through the conversation, Kamijou Touma took a deep breath when he realized that his emotions were a little out of control: "Sorry. But this is very important to us."

"important?"

"If our speculation is correct, the attack on the 27th was not accidental, but..." Kamijou Touma thought about the wording, and finally said: "A harbinger."

"You mean there are victims after me?" Kitajima Shingo showed an inconceivably stunned expression.

"That's right. And, they're all dead."

The long-standing nightmare seemed to have become a reality, Kitajima Shingo stared at the policeman in front of him dumbfounded, his brain went blank due to shock.

Although he has always played up the situation that day as extremely dangerous, Beijima Shingo never thought that his life was hanging by a thread for a moment, nor did he think that someone would die because of it.

The man smiled with difficulty: "Even if you say that, I didn't see the murderer's face, I didn't hear his voice, I just had a face-to-face contact for a while. Impossible, how could it be useful, this is not at all significance……"

"I don't want that kind of detailed situation. If possible, I would like to ask you to recall the experience of that night carefully. As long as this is enough."

Silence filled the room like a tangible viscous substance, and just when Kamijou was about to give up Mahjong, Kitajima Shingo said:

“That night, there was nothing special. Coming to work according to the schedule on the schedule, driving the sweeper, working on the scheduled route, it was the same as every other day.”

"Colleagues in the same industry, no?"

"No, although it is stated in the documents that two staff members work together, the internal rules of the Cleaning Bureau are to alleviate the shortage of manpower. Only one person in charge is assigned to places such as abandoned areas." Shingo Kitajima smiled wryly. : "If two people could go together that day, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened. But in the end, I can only blame my bad luck."

"Speaking of which, why did you enter that alley?" Kamijou Touma asked another question.

"Because the self-supporting machine is stuck inside."

"Stuck inside? I remember the stand-up machine..."

Kitajima Shingo interrupted Kamijou Touma's words: "Yes, they can re-plan their routes to avoid obstacles when they encounter obstacles, and they can push away things that are not too heavy. I know why I was stuck in the alley that day, because it sent a false alarm, and I walked into that alley."

"What's in the alley?"

"What?" Kitajima Shingo showed a puzzled expression.

"That's right. When you walked in, you saw something."

Shingo Kitajima put his fingers against his forehead, frowned and recalled: "The alley...is very dark. There are some useless corrugated boxes next to it. There should have been dirty water on the ground, but it seems to have been cleaned up .Because there were wires dangling from it, so... I avoided them as much as I could and walked against the wall...and then, I kicked something."

The man paused, trying to construct the scene at that time: "The board... No, it was probably something like a wooden stick. Although it was neatly placed in the corner, I tripped over it. When I lowered my head to check, suddenly there was A dark shadow rushed over—”

Kamijou Touma said, "Then I was attacked."

"Yes……"

After getting the answer, Kamijou Touma took out the twice-folded document from his pocket, pointed to the color photo on it and asked, "Is this the place?"

The picture shows a rather gloomy alley. I don’t know if it’s because it’s convenient to take pictures with the flash or it’s already daytime. It’s not as dark as Shingo Kitajima said. The walls on both sides are mottled because the advertising paper has been peeled off. , the random wires criss-crossed in the small space above the head, and several cardboard boxes of different sizes were piled up on the narrow aisle itself, but the top one fell down, probably because Bei Dao accidentally touched it when he was escaping. dropped.

"Yes, it's here." Kitajima Shingo replied.

"There's one thing I care about."

Kamijou Dang Mahjong put another piece of paper on it. The picture is an alley shot from another angle. This time, the corner blocked by the cardboard box can also be seen at a glance. The electric fan fixed on the wall by an iron frame, and the electrical distribution box connected to it without knowing it Again the pipes of the transformer, which look almost nothing special.

"This is the picture taken 30 meters into the alley."

"Is there anything strange?"

"Here." Kamijou Touma pointed to the ground of the alley, where two stick-like objects were scattered.

"No, it's not what I just said that tripped me—"

"Yes, I know." Kamijou Touma interrupted him, and then explained: "This is something that blocks the self-supporting machine and attracts you into the alley."

"?"

"Like this." Kamijou Tomajong crossed his two index fingers together to make an X gesture: "Cross the wooden sticks like this, with the top touching the wall or stuck in the gap between pipes or heavy objects. If it is an ordinary person, just go up The obstacle can be pushed away with a slight push, but the self-supporting machine without this kind of intelligence and unable to regard the object in front of it as a heavy object can only move forward blindly, but stuck itself in place. In this way The attacker does not need to move heavy objects, and can smoothly and quickly block the self-supporting machine. If the attack fails, he can escape in another direction by pushing aside the obstacles he set up."

"So it's like this..." Kitajima Shingo nodded suddenly, then shook his head vigorously: "No, no, is it meaningful to discuss this now?"

"Yes." Kamijou folded the mahjong document and put it back in his pocket: "Designing such a plan may indicate that the attacker is not strong, but he is very smart, and he understands the terrain of the abandoned area and can make the most of it. Another one is that he is not cautious enough."

"Isn't this level of caution enough?"

"Yes. On the one hand, although he planned so meticulously, he never thought that the insulating work clothes worn by the cleaners would cause the failure. On the other hand, if he is a truly cautious person, even if the plan fails, he will have to Escape will also prepare the most complete countermeasures, such as absolutely not leaving these two wooden sticks in place and waiting for others to find out."

"How could there be a guy who failed to kill and still manage well..." Kitajima Shingo muttered softly.

"Yes. A guy who can calmly clean up the mess after running away, so that people can't catch any clues. Oh, let's get back to the topic. What does the attacker look like?" Probably because he realized that his problem was too much. In a general way, Kamijou Touma added: "Ah, I mean what kind of clothes are you wearing, which hand is holding the murder weapon, is there any special behavior."

Shingo Kitajima pondered for a moment, and his tone was a little hesitant: "Black, no, a dark hoodie, it seems to be wearing a mask, but you can't see your face anyway. You hold a stun gun in your right hand...I can't think of anything else."

"Height? You don't need specific data. It's about where you are compared to yourself. Just make an estimate like this."

"Probably up to the chin, or maybe the shoulders."

"That's about 170 centimeters or more."

"Hey? Wait a minute! I am only about 173 centimeters, how could that guy be so tall!" Kitajima Shingo hurriedly stopped.

Kamijou Touma sighed and said, "You said the assailant rushed towards you, right? Very fast?"

"Well... soon, yes, that's right."

"When a person sprints, the center of gravity will be pressed down, not to mention that he has a movement of stabbing the murder weapon at you. The real height will be higher than the visual inspection from your perspective. But these are just inferences. Then the next step One question, how did you escape?"

Kitajima Shingo no longer wanted to worry about what these strange questions meant, but looked at the serious and serious expression of the policeman in front of him and answered logically: "I feel pain in half of my body, as if I have been paralyzed. , then pushed the guy away and ran away, thinking he had been stabbed."

"Did the attackers catch up?"

"Who knows, maybe I didn't chase. I couldn't run fast because of the pain in my body. If I really wanted to chase, I would definitely be able to catch up. I looked back when I was about to escape from the alley, and I couldn't see the guy at that time. "

Instead of catching up, he chose to escape?

Kamijou Touma stood up and bowed to Shingo Kitajima to express his gratitude: "That's all I want to ask, thank you for your assistance."

Kitajima Shingo lowered his head and fiddled with his fingertips, and asked a question he had hesitated for a long time: "Can such clues really catch the murderer?"

Kamijou Touma looked at the man in front of him, smiled and said, "Yes. So I would like to thank you for your assistance. Absolutely, I will definitely catch him."

-

"I just received news from the Security Bureau that the wounds of the three victims can be identified as the same." Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who was leaning against the wall, said to Kamijou Touma, who closed the door of the ward behind him. "But then again. You've had quite a long conversation."

"Ah, sorry."

"If you apologize, you should be more sincere, meow."

"So, what good news did we get after telling us to stand by for so long?" Jiebiao Danxi asked.

"In addition to the necessary clues, I probably know three things." Kamijou Toumabi pointed out three fingers, and said, "First, the murderer is afraid of cameras. He chooses abandoned areas with rare cameras to commit crimes and attracts victims by not showing his face. If the wound patterns of the three cases can be identified in the same way, groups such as vagrants and vagrants are excluded, indicating that the murderer is still a part of this society. Second, he has reliable and extensive information channels. If you don’t know the abandoned The cleaners arranged by the zoning plan cannot proceed smoothly if they act alone, and if they do not know the night inspection time of the Valley Cemetery, they will collide head-on with witnesses, so he should have a stable channel to obtain this information."

Kamijou Touma paused for a moment, and said the last point: "Third, his criminal methods are immature and he is a novice. Obviously the No.1 victim was injured when he was attacked, but he was frightened and fled in a hurry. I even forgot to tidy up the scene. I committed another crime but accidentally killed the victim before I achieved my goal. The two actions in one night ended in failure. If it was "A", I would never commit such a low-level and childish crime mistake.He probably—”

"Just a poor imitator."