The other side of the perfect world

Chapter 20 The Subconscious Mind

#20 Subconscious

Only the sound of the piano echoed in the air above the venue, hovering above everyone's heads like an eagle flying high.

Sitting quietly in his place, Kou felt that 5 minutes had passed since the beginning of the "Double Helix". However, during the 5 minutes, he did not hear anything special about the finale piece.

Just some simple, fragmented single notes, few chords, not even a melody, even in his layman's view, as the finale of a musical feast, this piece is monotonous and bizarre.

Irritability came to him unexpectedly.

What, this feeling...

The two thick sword eyebrows could not help but wrinkled into an M shape, as if scalded with fire, it was an uneven wound.

For some reason, Qiao Nian had the illusion that he was running on a narrow path.It's really narrow, so narrow that the air is compressed, it's hard to tell whether it's thick or thin.

The fast speed made the body a little overwhelmed, the breathing was disordered, the wide open mouth brutally swallowed the air, the smell of the air was fishy and spicy.

Surrounded by bright and dark holographic environment projections, the projections seem familiar, and he ran very fast, tried his best, and walked like flying, as if he was looking for something very important. From the man-eating expression, it can be seen that he is looking for What is worth is enough to be weighed on the same scale as his life-it is so precious, so valuable.

Then, finally, he found it, finally found the important thing——

"Zozuo... Shan..."

The "furnishings" that came into view changed color in the suddenly shrunken pupils, turning red, red and black, black...

"Safe pressure care, leading to a world without pain" - the slogan on the holographic projection is so familiar that it can only be described as shocking.

"Ah...ah..."

He couldn't make a sound, as if he was blocked by the stuffed corpse in front of him, he gasped in pain for a long, long time, followed by a scream!

"Ahhhhhhhhh-"

"It's your fault..."

Suddenly, a calm male voice came from behind, his voice collapsed cunningly, he turned around, and when he saw the man standing behind him, he took a step back.

This man is Sasayama Mitsuru.

On the way to track down Kosaburo Fujima, the executive who was dismembered and made into specimens.

"Sasayama..."

I don't know what expression to use to face the dead Sasayama Mitsuru, Kouya just stuck in place like a telegraph pole, looking sluggish like a prisoner waiting for trial.

"your fault……"

"It's your fault..."

"it is all your fault……"

"Why are you still alive..."

"Why didn't you come to save me then..."

"Why is it me and not you who died..."

"Why why why why..."

"Die, die, die, die, die..."

There are thousands of mosquitoes flying in the ears, and the buzzing and buzzing are all the voices of Zuo Zuoshan. This is no longer a resentment but a curse.

However, Kouchi knew that he did have a reason to be cursed——

He failed to avenge Zuo Zuoshan!

"Sasayama, I..."

In the field of vision, there are tens of thousands of Sasayama Mitsuru, each of them is exactly the same as the person he knows, and each of them is so real that there is no doubt about it.

"You're a useless guy..."

Sasayama on the far left said to him.

"You can't even avenge your executive officer..."

Sasayama, second from the right, said to him.

"Your PSYCHO-PASS is hopeless, give up..."

Sasayama who was facing him said to him.

"You betrayed your companions and lost your foothold..."

Sasayama, who was half covered by another Sasayama, said to him.

"You have nothing, what are you doing in this world..."

"go to hell……"

"go to hell……"

"go to hell……"

"go to hell……"

Unable to hear anything, except for this sentence, Kou covered his ears with his hands and knelt down slowly like this.

Still can't hear anything, except for the words Sasayama told him to "die".

If I die, if I, die...

"Tsk!"

Suddenly, the back of his hand hurt, as if he had been severely clawed by a cat's paw.

The pain brought Qiao Niu back to his senses suddenly, his trembling pupils suddenly widened, and the moment he raised his head, the densely packed Zuoshan Mountains disappeared one after another, replaced by another man's silhouette gradually became clear.

"Maki... Island...?"

In the process of the over-perfect facial features gradually changing from hazy to clear, it is more like a famous art master creating an oil painting against the light. Although there are only dark lines, it is still beautiful and only suitable for display in museums.Those two lips, softer than cherry flesh, glowed with the luster left by the kiss, and the luster could be seen clearly even in the dark.

Cunningly blinked, his mind, which had been misaligned with reality, finally returned to the right track.

That's right, I was at the concert with Makishima, why...

Subconsciously glanced at the watch, less than a minute had passed since the last track of the entire concert - "Double Helix" began to be played.But to him, it seemed like half a century had passed.

What is this...

Fundamentally, there was no way to get rid of the vacillating gaze, and finally, unwillingly, he looked at Makishima, and the smile of a saint forgiving believers on Makishima's face immediately made him very angry.

The ear has regained the ability to filter the sound of reality - what echoes over the concert hall is a beautiful melody, ups and downs, exciting.

Qiao Niao couldn't help patting his cheeks with both hands, if he was dreaming, he would definitely wake up now.

Why, does he have hallucinations?No, it's not just a hallucination, even the melody of the "Double Helix" he heard is different from now.

Gritting his teeth silently, he finally didn't ask Makishima anything.He thought, even if he had any doubts, let’s talk about it after the concert is over!

He lowered his head inadvertently, and when his eyes caught sight of the left hand resting on the armrest of the seat, he couldn't help being stunned.

That hand, being held by another hand——

Whiter than my own hands, the skin is more delicate, the bones are distinct, the fingertips are long, and the nails are neatly trimmed and clean.

This is a hand that no matter who looks at it will find it very beautiful. In Qiao's opinion, such a hand is most suitable for holding the library copy of Philip K. Dick's "Do Robots Dream of Electric Sheep".

Needless to say, it was this hand that pulled him out of the false phantom.And the owner of this hand is listening attentively to the piano music that may kill people, and nods from time to time, apparently listening with gusto.

Another nearly 10 minutes passed, and this time, it was really 10 minutes. With the witness of the watch, there was no mistake.

In a burst of thunderous applause, the concert ended.Kou and Makishima stood up like other audience members, and saluted Hasegawa Haru, who looked more gentlemanly than the British nobles, with warm applause.

"Are we going back like this?"

With one foot on the steps, Kou turned around and asked Makishima.

"how is this possible……"

A smile that can never be called kindness blooms quietly on Makishima's face, restrained and reserved, as if smeared with untouchable poison.

"You almost fell into his trap, so what if you don't return the gift properly."

Hearing this, Qiao Nian shook his neck, although he was speechless, his resolute eyes seemed to give a thumbs up to Makishima's proposal.

In the dressing room, Hasegawa Haru took off the gorgeous tuxedo top and threw it away, but carefully took off the little rabbit brooch before throwing it away.

He raised his head, and the mirror directly opposite reflected two strangers who sneaked in from behind without a sound. No, to be precise, the face of one of them was no stranger.

"Irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter here, especially Mr. X who has a crime coefficient of more than 200."

"It seems that you know about us."

Hearing Sly's deep voice, Hasegawa Haru just sat on the chair and turned around.

On the opposite side, Qiao Yao and Makishima, one black and one white, stood tall and side by side, blocking the door tightly.

In Hasegawa Haru's eyes, these two unexpected visitors are a bit like evil ghosts who came to claim their lives in the superstition of a certain overseas country.

"Hey, don't stare at me like that, okay, I haven't done anything outrageous..."

Unable to withstand the sly gaze, Hasegawa Haru spread out her hands, then pointed at Makishima and asked, "Speaking of which, you...are you really not a 'teacher'?"

With a frown, Makishima knew exactly who the "teacher" Hasegawa Haru was referring to, and he also had some clues about the person's conjecture.

Here, Makishima pretended to be calm, and the name "teacher" touched the nerves of the cunning next to him.

Why, Hasegawa Haru would ask such a question?And why, the object of his question was Makishima?

"Well, forget it, seeing you and this guy together, it should be the real thing."

Scratching the back of her neck casually, Hasegawa Haru fits the pianist's classical temperament only when she doesn't speak.

"Ah……"

A bored sneer came out of his nasal cavity, Makishima didn't have the patience for Hasegawa Haru like he did for Oda Kiyoya.

"I heard that Mr. Hasegawa Haru is a taciturn pianist. It seems that the rumors outside are wrong!"

"Ah, that was before, I have changed my image, and now I am more popular with young women! Although you are both men."

Shrugging, Hasegawa Haru finally straightened his body that seemed to be glued to the stool.

"But speaking of it, I also love men's words, especially the type I like... yes, for example..."

Watching Hasegawa Haru's oppressive tall body swaying in front of him, Makishima still stood there without blinking his eyes.

"For example, you are the type I like!"

The neck was hooked, Hasegawa Haru was handsome enough but couldn't arouse Makishima's slight affection, his face instantly enlarged, and he could feel a warm breath on his lips.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, she was patted on the shoulder, Hasegawa Haru turned her head——

Boom!when!

Two muffled sounds, one large and one small, tore apart the peaceful pretense of the dressing room.Look at Hasegawa Haru again, who is paralyzed on the ground while clutching his cheekbones that are starting to turn blue.

"You bastard!"

"If you want to call the guards, please feel free, if you still want to increase the number of wounded."

As if His Majesty the King was giving an order, the cunning expression was not good-looking, and the wrists and fists that were still in motion seemed to be full of meaning.It's been a long time since I practiced boxing with the training machine. His forehand is itchy. This Hasegawa Haru is definitely a good punching bag.

Makishima smiled silently with the corners of his mouth raised.

"gone!"

While turning around, he gestured to Makishima with his eyes, and when Kouya left the dressing room, he undoubtedly swept away a whirlwind of anger.

"It's really violent...it broke me! I'm an idol, an idol!"

Not even able to fight back, Hasegawa Haru sat on the cold ground and wailed.

"Hey, what are you talking about, teacher... Didn't you lure these two guys to me?"

As soon as the words were finished, a man appeared out of nowhere. The man casually scratched his dull silver-white hair, and replied, "I just gave them a gift that is pleasing to each other."

The speeding motorcycle braked and stopped in front of the hidden safe house.

In the middle of the night, the old district, which has not been favored by high technology, has become the most active place for potential criminals whose crime coefficient exceeds the standard.

In a place avoiding the surveillance cameras, Sly took off his helmet, and shook his hair, which had no sense of fashion under the double ravages of hairspray and palms, a few times.

"Makishima, why didn't you avoid it just now?"

"Avoid what?"

"That Hasegawa Haru..."

Undisguised anger rushed into his ears along with the voice, Makishima shrugged his shoulders indifferently, bent slightly, and leaned on the motorcycle that carried him wherever he went.

"You know, you look like you're jealous."

"so what?"

Being asked so frankly by Kouya, Makishima was a little at a loss.The slightly widened golden pupils narrowed into thin crescents again, looking forward through the bangs blown by the wind, with deep eyes as if looking at the end of the world.

"Speaking of which, half a year has passed and your level of violence has really only increased!"

"what?"

Tilting his head, with an expression of "I have done nothing wrong" on his face, he retorted: "Didn't you say, 'What if you don't return the gift properly', I just chose the most straightforward way to return the gift."

"Well, what you said is true..."

As Makishima said, he saw Kouchi digging out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, took out one and lit it.

"What's wrong? What's bothering you?"

"Don't pretend to be confused, you know what's going on with the 'double helix' just now, right?"

Hearing this, Makishima pondered for a moment, and replied in a rare and uncertain tone: "That's probably a kind of... hypnosis..."

"Hypnosis?"

The cigarette in his mouth almost fell to the ground, but cunning bit it with his teeth in time.

"Judging from your reaction, that song should have been written with some kind of 'hypnosis command', but it's hard to say whether it was written by Haru Hasegawa himself."

"You mean..."

Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Kougi's expression at this time was as if he first realized the existence of this man, Makishima Sego, three and a half years ago.

And cunning tacitly, Makishima nodded.

"Maybe it's that 'teacher'."

The wind is extremely cold, maybe it is due to the sparsely populated old district, or maybe there are too many long-forgotten corpses buried under the abandoned buildings.I always feel that the temperature here is much lower than that in the bustling area.

Tightening his collar, Qiao Yao took another puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled a wisp of lingering white mist.

"Makishima, are you hiding something from me?"