【Fantasy Pass】-Psycho Pass Banquet

"what."

"Is that female executive angry?"

"I can't control my emotions, so I am the executive officer."

The small commotion gradually spread throughout the room. Kamijou Touma didn't intend to stop the chaos. If possible, he would also like to show his anger and turn away like Yubi Taki, but he couldn't do that. .

Are these children who grew up in a healthy society really normal?

Kamijou Touma couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.

"That--Mr. Police, please hurry up and get rid of the murderer, please? Everyone is quite scared now. Although there is no "Juvenile Protection Law" or anything, let's think about our lust--" Suddenly Someone said it aloud in a drawn-out boring tone.

Before Kamijou Touma answered, another boy smiled and refuted:

"Persecuted delusional, are you? As long as you are with other people all the time, the murderer will not be stupid enough to take the initiative to target you. After all, Morimoto is always targeted because he is always alone. Bar."

"Yeah, lonely guys, be careful!"

"That... what do you mean?" Touma Kamijou asked, "It's about Haruko Morimoto."

"What do you mean?" The boy who spoke just now burst into laughter: "It's just that being a top student feels out of place with everyone. So no matter where I am, I am always alone, and no matter what time I am, I look extraordinary and refined."

Surprisingly, the boy's words actually aroused the echo of many people:

"Always read some weird books."

"I always go out alone. In the eyes of the murderer, such a person is the most suitable person to attack."

"If we can build a good relationship with everyone, maybe it won't be like this."

"But it's a pity that I don't even have a friend."

"Yes. Suzuki from Class D, the two of you have a good relationship recently, haven't you?"

"Oh—the love letter incident?"

This question, which probably sounded very interesting to them, caused another burst of laughter.

Kamijou turned his eyes towards the main entrance of the classroom, and he didn't want to look at the noisy students in front of him any more.

But at this moment, he met the same pair of fearful and probing eyes.

The boy who realized that he was discovered was startled at first, then turned around and ran away.

"Hey--"

Kamijou Touma was only a moment late in catching up, and the boy was gone when he opened the sliding door.

"Excuse me... what happened?" The female teacher who had been lingering outside the door for a long time immediately came over and asked eagerly when she saw him.

"No." Kamijou Touma made a gesture with his hands to the height of his mouth and asked: "Just now there is a student who is so tall standing here, with flat bangs and wearing glasses, do you know him?"

"Ah, the one who ran away just now?" The female teacher said, "It's Suzuki and Suzuki Asahi from Class D. What's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing."

Kamijou Touma looked at the end of the corridor thoughtfully, but said nothing.

-

As if being chased by a terrifying monster, the boy ran wildly in the corridor, ignoring the surprised gazes of his peers around him.

The policeman just now undoubtedly looked in his direction.

Unlike the team of police officers who came here as if it was just a routine and didn't even care about investigating and collecting evidence, this time they really came to find the murderer.

This time they were cornered.

"Why on earth did it become like this..." At the corner at the end of the corridor, the young man slid slowly to the ground leaning against the wall, holding his shoulders tightly with both hands: "I obviously did nothing wrong...why You must be involved in such a thing. It's all Morimoto's fault, and you're fascinated by such childish tricks..."

The boy kept mumbling to himself as if trying to convince himself.

"That... Suzuki-san? Are you okay?"

A soft palm suddenly rested on the young man's shoulder, and he almost screamed for a moment. After careful confirmation for a long time, he realized that it was not the policeman chasing him, but the monitor of their class.

"The teacher said that he saw you a little strangely just now, and thought you were not feeling well, so he asked me to take a look. Is it really all right?"

"It doesn't matter." Suzuki shook off the hand on his shoulder nervously, took out his mobile phone and said, "It really doesn't matter, I have some important things to do now, please don't bother me."

The boy left in a hurry, while anxiously bringing the phone to his ear, trying to hear the voice from the other end, he hurriedly disappeared up the stairs.

"Hello? Listen to me, something is wrong—"

"No matter how bad things are, I told you not to call my mobile phone. Doesn't this leave a record of the two of us getting to know each other? Do you know that it is very troublesome to deal with these things?"

"Those things are already irrelevant?! Didn't you see that policeman? It's only a matter of time before he recognizes you and me! I don't want to be ruined with you! I've had enough of being at your mercy! Either I Go and confess you to them immediately, or you can give me a solution!"

"..."

"Why do not you speak!?"

"Is there a solution? Yes. You are so anxious that I don't know how to respond."

"Then—"

"Don't worry. I'm in the garden now. I'll talk about the details when you come."

-

In front of the teaching building where all the accompanying teachers had been dismissed and all the students had left, Tsuchimikado Motoharu tapped his temple with his index finger and said:

"This school always feels like the students and the teachers are out of their minds."

"In their eyes, we are the ones who are abnormal." Mitsuki Kaihara said.

Jiebiao Danxi sat on one of the steps, recalling the vase with white flowers in it and said: "Abnormal students and abnormal teachers, it seems natural for the girl to be isolated."

"Bullying?" Kamijou Touma asked.

"It's not to the extent of verbal insults or physical harm. Of course, no one will admit that it is really bullying. After all, they are afraid that their hue will become muddy, so they dare not take pleasure in bullying others too aggressively. Probably Like the kids in the kindergarten, 'If you hate someone, don't talk to that person'." Jiebiao Danxi thought for a while: "I heard the news from students in other classes."

Tsuchimikado Motoharu let out a 'wow' in surprise: "So I didn't escape out of anger to be lazy."

"Don't think of everyone as you do."

"But... why do you want to do this?" Kamijou Touma looked at the campus that seemed to be shining in the afterglow of the setting sun in bewilderment: "You won't get any benefits from bullying others, and you won't get any benefits from isolating others." You're welcome, but why would there be anyone who would take pleasure in such a thing?"

"Reason?" Jiebiao Danxi shrugged: "He has a good brain, looks beautiful, and is very popular with the teacher. He is someone who will be liked by everyone."

"Aren't these all advantages?"

"If other people's merits are too close to yours, people will hate you. What's more, that girl doesn't seem to like to talk, so of course she will be considered arrogant."

Kamijou Touma frowned, and whispered to himself, "That's not what they chose..."

"Ah, that's right." Yubi Danxi suddenly tapped her palm: "A student said that about a week ago, Haruko Morimoto received a love letter after school."

"...the love letter incident?" Kamijou Touma repeated the words he heard in class just now.

"Really, was given such a name?"

Mitsuki Kaihara asked, "But is the love letter related to the murder case?"

"Whether it's related or not, everyone who appears around Haruko Morimoto should be investigated, right? Ah, back to the topic, the person who gave her the love letter was Suzuki Asahi from the third grade D group. After that, the two of them seemed to be in constant contact with each other. Walk together. Suzuki Asahi, like Haruko Morimoto, is also someone who is not welcome in the class."

That's why it is defined by words like 'incident' when confessing. Two lonely people come together to lick each other's wounds. In the eyes of those students, it must be the funniest thing.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." The female teacher kept bowing and bowing to express her apology, panting and handing the memory card that stored important data to Kamijou Touma's hand: "All the data you asked for just now are inside. A Information about all the students in the class and all members of the literary club, Morimoto's three-year grade report, identity documents, and psychological data."

"Thank you very much. But I want to ask a question." Kamijou Touma looked into the woman's eyes and asked, "Is there any bullying in this school?"

"Where is this? Our students are very lively and kind. How can such a terrible thing exist? Of course, there are some students who don't like to socialize and don't get along well with others, but no one abuses them or Hurt them, how can it be called bullying?"

"Is that so?" Kamijou Touma nodded thoughtfully: "Before I leave, I would like to meet the former student named Suzuki Asahi. Could you please call him over?"

Before the female teacher could answer, a piercing scream broke through the peaceful campus at dusk like a sharp knife.

Kamijou Touma saw the girl who just finished participating in club activities and was about to return to the teaching building fell to the ground as if she had seen something extremely scary, her eyes full of fear stared straight at the roof of the teaching building.

About a second or two later, the gray-black heavy object fell heavily on the steps in front of the teaching building like a broken cement bag, and something fell along with it, hit the ground violently and turned into a pile of metal and plastic fragments.

That's a person.

The hands and feet twisted to strange angles as if they were dislocated, a little bit of white pierced from the fabric seemed to be a broken bone, and the darker color was spreading from there, the head that first touched the ground was already cracked, it was shocking The nauseating viscous substance was slowly dripping from there, and the blood flowed out from the boy's eyes, nose, mouth and ear canal. He just twitched and lost all sound.

Even though his face was almost beyond recognition, Kamijou Touma could still recognize that this was the boy who had only met him once——

Suzuki Asahi.

Now he was dead, falling from a tall building with barely visible top, without warning, without calling for help.

Without taking care of the female teacher who fainted when her eyes went dark, Kamijou Touma suddenly jumped down from the steps, and after making sure the distance was far enough, she turned her back to the sunset and looked at the roof of the teaching building.

A whole piece of iron net hangs on the edge of the roof and makes creaking noises. It is precariously held together by a small piece of weld that still refuses to break.

They landed on the young man's body, dotted with bloodstains winding down the steps, like roses in full bloom.