【Fantasy Pass】-Psycho Pass Banquet

The doors of the anatomy room and the comprehensive analysis room were kept open for the convenience of communicating the case. Although they were so close to each other, a group of five people including the surveillance officer gathered in the comprehensive analysis room where Fangchuan Kikyo was located. room.

No one wants to see the horrible scene of dissecting a rotting corpse. Although the frog-faced forensic doctor repeatedly emphasized that as long as he wears protective clothing and stands far away, no blood and tissue fragments will be splashed on his body, but still no one dares to step into it. Half a step from that hellish room.

Everyone who works in the Criminal Division of the Security Bureau has been assigned a practice observation course in the dissection room, and this course seems to have left an indelible shadow in their hearts.

"I won't go to see it again, I swear." Jiebiao Danxi sat on the sofa with a pale face, and seemed to recall the bad past again.

Tsuchimikado Motoharu flipped through the fashion magazines that the owner casually threw on the table and said, "After seeing that scene, I can only be a vegetarian for the next month."

Although Mitsuki Kaihara didn't say a word, judging from the expression on his face, he looked reluctant.

On the other hand, Accelerator occupied the sofa away from the light source of the computer screen, and curled up on it like an animal to catch sleep.

"Um……"

Fang Chuan Kikyo sat in front of the high-power computer that kept buzzing, squinting his eyes slightly, staring at the faces on the screen that were changing rapidly like water, and after an electronic sound of 'beep', it displayed 'no comparison result' 'The inspection window jumped out, she shook her head in trouble and said, "The DNA comparison still has no results."

"Could it be a mistake?" Kamijou Touma asked.

"I say you." Fangchuan Kikyo tapped the keyboard a few times, and started the third DNA comparison with the data in the database: "Instead of suspecting that there is something wrong with this machine, it is better to doubt the corpse you brought back. .”

"The autopsy results are out." After saying this, Netherland Zhuihun walked in from the door with the autopsy report. Although he had taken off the protective clothing and medical gloves, the forensic doctor still lingered as if he had just come from the hospital. The chilling aura that came down from the battlefield.

At the same time, the few people in the comprehensive analysis room who were still conscious straightened their backs almost at the same moment like elementary school students who were asked to sit down.

Facing a group of young people who were about to write the word 'fear' on their faces, Mingtu Zhuishun sighed helplessly, and began to describe the contents of the report: "I won't show you the pictures of the autopsy. Then Straight to the point—the corpse you brought back from Bunkyo District, male, aged around 45. The cornea was highly cloudy, the rigors were completely relieved, and the corpse had a corrupt vascular network. It is estimated that the time of death was between [-] and [-] two days ago , the cause of death was cardiac arrest caused by electric shock."

"Is it an accident?" Kamijou Touma denied his own thoughts after recalling the appearance of the dead being stuffed into the sewer by bent limbs: "But if it was an accident, why throw the dead into that kind of place?"

"What hit him was not the high-voltage electricity that he was exposed to in daily life." Netherland Chasing Soul continued to explain: "There were two burns caused by electric shocks on the back of the deceased, and the wounds were nothing more than electric shockers or high-voltage electric batons. , although normally speaking, this kind of thing will not cause death, but it is very unfortunate that the deceased suffered from a serious heart disease, and after being shocked by the electric shock, he suffered from serious illness. If he chose to call an ambulance at the beginning, the victim said There may be a chance of survival, but the attacker chose to stuff people into the sewer. There is no doubt that this is a murder."

"But—" Fangchuan Kikyo inserted the topic at this time: "No matter what you say, there is no DNA that matches the deceased at all in the database."

"Compare the living?"

Everyone in the room was puzzled by the question of chasing souls in the underworld, but he continued: "Let me give you a very interesting tip. After the autopsy on the deceased, I found that he was in poor health. Severely malnourished, and the clothes he was wearing were quite worn."

Combined with the fact that the area where the deceased was found is located on the edge of Bunkyo District, it seems that it is not difficult to understand the words of Netherland chasing the soul. In Japan, where a sound social system is established and technology is highly developed, the food eaten can be accurately calculated to ensure intake. With balanced nutrition and advanced medical technology, most people are prevented from suffering from physical diseases. Theoretically speaking, there are basically no such options as 'poor physical condition' and 'malnutrition'.

"It's... the homeless people in the abandoned district?" Fangchuan Kikyo looked at the error window that popped up on the screen, and nodded thoughtfully: "It's not unreasonable to say that it can't be detected."

"Listen to me." Netherland Chasing Soul waved his hand: "The deceased's physical condition has begun to decline in the past year, and even so, his hands are well maintained, and there are no traces of physical labor. The clothes he was wearing were from very well-known brands, I tried to search, and the results I got were that these clothes were models launched a year ago."

Kamijou Touma thought about it for a long time, and suddenly realized "ah".

The recent condition of the body, not having engaged in physical labor, and wearing clothes belonging to well-known brands indicate that the deceased was not a homeless person in an abandoned area, and there is a great possibility that he was once a member of society, but Yoshikawa Kikyo's search did not yield any results , that is to say, the household registration of the deceased is no longer in the database of the Security Bureau, and the deletion of population data needs to meet one of two conditions:

One is individual death, and the other is to prevent criminals who should be controlled from living under the camera. Residents who have not been caught by the camera for more than six months will be forced to delete the data in the database. In Tokyo, which relies on advanced technology, all Losing identity means the cessation of all social activities, becoming a 'black household' with no identity, no job, and no source of income.

The deceased, who was found in Bunkyo District, is likely to belong to the second case.

"But is it really possible that there are idiots who gave up their original good life and ran to an abandoned area, but their household registration was canceled in the end?" Tsuchimikado Motoharu asked suspiciously.

"Not to mention beauty salons and commercial streets, I would never go to a place where I can't even find a 24-hour convenience store. Being a hunting dog for the security bureau is better than living a muddle-headed life in such a place." Jie Biao Danxi Putting his hand on his cheek, he said.

"Because everyone has different ideas. Although I would not choose to live in an abandoned area." Mitsuki Kaihara said.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to rely too much on modern technology." Putting the report on the table full of fashion magazines, Mingtu Zhuhun shook his head and walked out of the comprehensive analysis room with a sigh.

"The elderly seem to be unwilling to believe in science and technology, meow." When the forensic doctor who took care of the "Seven Strange Tales of the Criminal Division" slowly walked away, Motoharu Tsuchimikado dared to joke in a low voice.

"Because it's really difficult for them to accept new things."

Kamijou Touma didn't intend to participate in the chat with his executive officer, but instead said to Yoshikawa Kikyo: "Then compare the database of people whose household registration has been canceled in the past two years to see if we can confirm the identity of the deceased."

Fangchuan Kikyo, who was assigned the task, glanced at the man hesitantly, hesitated for a moment as if he didn't know whether to do this, and then started to operate on the computer.

This search didn't even take 2 minutes, and the constantly changing information in the program stopped on one of the pages.

On the screen is a standard ordinary Japanese face, which makes people sigh when they recall the rotting corpse displayed in the dissecting room.

Kazusei Takata, 48 years old, was a former employee of a certain electric power company in Tokyo. His household registration file was deleted eight months ago.

On the man's family information, the names of the parents are written in both columns, but it is marked as deceased, while the columns for spouse and children are completely blank.

"No family..." Kamijou Touma felt a little heavy: "Then find out if this person has a good colleague or friend."

This time Fang Chuan Kikyo did not follow his instructions.

"What's wrong?" Kamijou asked in bewilderment.

"What are you doing? Supervisor?" Yoshikawa Kikyo looked as if Kamijou Touma in front of him was the completely unreasonable one.

"What to do, of course, investigate the case?"

"Is there any need to continue to investigate this case?"

Yoshikawa Kikyo's natural tone made Kamijou Touma feel cold hands and feet for a moment, but she continued to say:

"The case happened in the area near the abandoned area, where the surveillance has been in a semi-disabled state for a long time, and there is no video to be traced. There are no abnormal psychological indicators, no suspects, and even the murderer may be anyone who wants to scare the abandoned area. Let’s talk about other people’s gangsters. We have no reason to interfere with the affairs there at will. Even if we have a reason, we still have a way to track down the evidence. Who would care who the suspect who killed him is for this homeless man who doesn’t even have a family?”

Kamijou Touma froze in place as if all bodily functions had been stopped.

Her criteria for measuring the case is not 'serious or not', but 'whether it is necessary' and 'whether anyone cares'.

Every time the incident is successfully resolved, the family members of the victim will always express their gratitude to Kamijou Touma: 'Thank you for saving my son', 'Thank you for protecting my wife', 'Thank you for catching the criminal'.

After the catastrophe, the scene of family reunion is always moving.

They felt sympathy for what happened to their important people, and they were happy that the murderer was severely punished and their loved ones returned safely.

Because these are people who are cared about, accepted by society, and needed by the surroundings.

It is for this reason that the police work hard to keep the peace and catch criminals.

For those who are cared about, and for those who care about them.

But what if one day, the unfortunate victims are people who are not needed or cared about at all?

Kamijou Touma twisted his neck stiffly, and looked at the closed door of the dissecting room.

Occasionally, the Security Bureau will cooperate with medical institutions to search for corpses that died on the streets due to accidents or diseases in abandoned areas, bring them back to the crematorium for cremation, and place them properly in public cemeteries. On the one hand, it can also demonstrate the benevolence of the Sibyl system so as to influence the wandering people to return to society.

Although Kamijou Touma, who worked in the Security Bureau, was not directly involved, he had heard and seen some.

He didn't approve of such obviously utilitarian behavior in the past, but he didn't deny that there were some good starting points in it.

However, at this moment, Kamijou Touma really felt the stupidity of his thoughts——

Those brought back were burned to a handful of fluffy ashes in the crematorium's incinerator, then packed in a box and buried under a small headstone.

No name, year of birth and death.

No one asked why they died, no one asked what happened to them, no one grieved for them.

How many of them died from violence and premeditated murder?How many murderers are still walking on the street swaggeringly?

But no one stood up to ask questions.

Why not send food and resources if you want them to live in peace?

If you are worried about infectious diseases, why don't you send those people medicines for treatment?

If you just want to bring the murderer to justice, why not track it down to the end?

Kamijou Touma finally understood where the illusory image-like illusion came from.

Because, all hypocrites don't care.