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After Yan sat down.

Tsunemori Zhu also sat down.

"Is coffee alright?"

"Ah."

"Ah good."

“Even so, there’s no choice but coffee.” Saiga spoke very casually, completely different from the people he usually met, as if he were quite carefree. Tsunemori Akane picked up the cup and smelled the rich aroma of the coffee, which surprised her.

These are real coffee beans.

"Is Inspector Tsunemori Akane from Chiba Prefecture?"

"Yes……"

"Your athletic ability isn't bad, but why... can't you swim?"

"Cough...!" Tsunemori Akane almost choked on his coffee. He was somewhat surprised that Saiga, whom he was meeting for the first time, would say such a thing.

"Your parents... are both still alive. They're worried that their only daughter won't find a boyfriend. Of course, they're also against you joining the police force. And your grandparents..."

Saiga continued speaking.

However, Tsunemori Akane's expression clearly changed after hearing about her grandmother. She frowned slightly and awkwardly smoothed her hair.

“Grandma. She dotes on you very much. She’s a very kind old lady. People who spend a lot of time with the elderly during their early childhood are often able to build good relationships with virtual AI avatars when they grow up. This pattern also applies to Miss Tsunemori.”

Have you looked at my file?

"The public probably can't see the information on the police station's surveillance officers," Yan casually remarked from the side, more of an observer than a witness.

"what……"

“Still the same, Saiga-sensei.” Yan continued, after all, he had inherited all the memories and knew Saiga very well.

Although Tsunemori Akane felt a little uncomfortable, she quickly recovered. At this moment, she was more curious about why Saiga, whom she had just met, could say so much information, especially since it was impossible to investigate the Inspector's information.

How exactly did they do it?

So Tsunemori Akane tentatively asked, "How...did you do that just now?"

"It's just observation. People unconsciously emit many signals. As long as you remember a few tricks, you can easily read these signals."

"Is the first bet on your place of origin?"

Yan asked, then smiled slightly.

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"I immediately knew she was either in Tokyo or in the outskirts of Kanto. Well, even if I guessed wrong about her hometown, she wouldn't care. Her clothes were very new; her fashion sense was artificial. She's not used to traveling. She uses projection clothing too much in her daily life. When we talked about sports, I applied a tiny bit of pressure, and I could see the tension in her shoulder muscles. Then she brought her coffee to her lips. Although it was an unconscious action, these were all hints... I'm sorry to have startled you. But once she relaxes like that, the conversation can proceed smoothly."

“Saiga Joji… Professor… major is clinical psychology.”

Saiga Joji?

Tsunemori Akane's eyes instantly filled with respect. This was the name of a professor she greatly respected. Could it be that she had actually met him in person?

She was even a little excited.

This was a meeting I never dreamed of. This was the renowned Saiga Joji. Did I really meet him in person?

"Although I was conducting mental evaluations and assisting in the search, somehow my focus shifted to criminal research."

"I have two favors to ask of you today."

Yan then shifted the topic to the main purpose of his visit.

"But it doesn't matter."

"The first thing is to give this supervisor a short-term intensive course."

"The police training courses these days don't seem very serious, especially in criminal psychology."

"Criminal profiling and the like... although it's an outdated method, I'm very interested in it... actually, I've only just become interested in it."

"For someone like me who has been abandoned by society, having new students is something to be grateful for, really. So, what about the other thing?"

"Please show me the student roster that the teacher has kept up to this point."

"Was it mandatory by the police?"

"No, I understand that this violates the professional ethics of a teacher, but this is my personal request."

“If Yan is emphasizing power here, I will refuse.” Saiga stood up with a wry smile. “Let me show you the roster. Who are you looking for?”

"He can be described as the most heinous criminal since the birth of the Sibyl System."

"How to say?"

"He is a highly intelligent criminal, and probably also physically strong. He possesses a special leadership quality, rarely committing crimes himself, but rather controlling and influencing the minds of others, conducting crimes as if directing a scientific experiment."

"Yan, do you know what leadership qualities are?"

"Refers to heroic, domineering qualities..."

"I'll give you 20 points... There are three key elements to leadership qualities. 'Heroic, prophetic qualities.' 'The ability to create a pleasant and simple atmosphere in which you are present.' Finally, 'The intellect to eloquently discuss everything.' These are the three points. What type of person is Yan looking for?"

"I think he has all the elements."

……

Criminal investigation.

Search meeting.

Ginoza, Seiryu, Teng, and Rokugozuka all stared at the figure on the screen, an old man with white hair, whose name was written on his face—Shibata Yukimori.

"Yukimori Shibata, an art teacher at Sakura-shimo Academy—though that's how it is," Seiji paused slightly, then said with a hint of helplessness.

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"He was actually a completely unrelated old man housed in a care facility. Only his resume was arbitrarily altered, and then he used that to become a teacher."

Teng, perhaps a little tired or bored, propped himself up on his arm, tilted his head, and looked at Shibata Yukimori on the screen, saying, "...It's not a complete fabrication of his resume, it's really both vile and ingenious."

“However, is choosing a job like teaching, which requires being in the public eye, bold or foolish…” Ginoza didn’t quite understand Shibata Yukimori’s choice. If he wanted to hide his identity, shouldn’t he have found a job that didn’t require social interaction or that required him to see as few people as possible?

"Well... the video data is mostly corrupted. The only thing left is a very short audio file. The only options left are montage photos and portraits. Of course, we've tried both."

The montage effect of an image is generally called a mosaic.

A large image is created by piecing together many small images.

Such montage photographs have relatively low clarity and practicality. Secondly, portraits, which are drawn based solely on descriptions of other people, also have a certain degree of inaccuracy.

"Judging from your tone, have you failed?"

“Well, art is an elective subject, and very few students have spoken with Shibata. I asked these students for help, but everyone's drawings were terrible…”

"Why is this happening when you're a student who's taken art as an elective?"

"This generation, surrounded by holographic projections from childhood, seems to have a slightly lower ability to recognize other people's faces. While their still-life sketching skills haven't changed much compared to before, their ability to recognize people they're not close to or interested in is hopelessly low. Portraits all look like scribbles in a notebook..."

"This was already a problem when I was a student... 'The thin interpersonal relationships in the city' 'Completely indifferent to neighbors'."

When he said this, Zheng Lu looked exceptionally old, and he felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"Well, there were also colleagues who were teachers; in short, this montage photo was created."

As Rokugozuka typed on the keyboard, the montage photos, which couldn't display any unique features, were now appearing on the screen.

"Compared to this, Sasayama's blurry photo is still much better."

Zheng Lu was somewhat surprised by this comparison. He had been looking forward to montage photos, but now his hopes were dashed, as montage photos were not very useful for reference.

"In short, this person was referred to as 'Makishima' by Wang Ling Li Hua Zi. This connects to the last piece of evidence left behind by Sasayama."

At this moment, Chang Shouzhu and Yan were on their way back on the highway.

Yan stared blankly ahead, while Tsunemori looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated. Whenever she was around Yan, Tsunemori became more reserved than usual, even a little girlishly shy.

Her heart was beating faster than usual.

Kouhan had always had a smoking habit, but Yan had no interest in the burning leaves. Civilization, as it was given and defined by humans, was meaningless.

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At least in the grand scheme of things, it is utterly insignificant to this planet or even to the civilization on this planet.

Yawned.

Close your eyes and rest to calm your mind during inflammation.

There's really nothing to worry about with self-driving cars.

"...Would it be of some help to the inspectors' work?"

"Yes, it was very helpful. It was unlike any criminology lecture I've received since then... What an amazing teacher. It's incredible that it wasn't entered into the police station's records."

"It's impossible to archive it."

"...Did anything happen?"

"This happened when the Sibyl System and the university system coexisted. Professor Saiga set up a special lecture series for the police station's criminal investigation department. At first, it was the highest lecture series that nurtured outstanding students, but at some point, a major problem arose. The students' appearance became murky, and their crime rate also increased, although not all of them."

"!".

“Once the number of students exceeds a certain amount, it becomes difficult for Professor Saiga to grasp the psychological state of all the students. However, a one-on-one lecture like today is fine, especially since you have a constitution that makes it difficult for your appearance to become muddled.”

"However, the crime rate increased simply from attending classes..."

"...There is a bottomless swamp there, and to investigate it, one must leap in. This has become a habit for Professor Saiga, who has dived into it countless times for the purpose of investigation. However, not all students can return safely after diving in...it's a matter of ability, or simply not being suited for it."

"...Mr. Yan seems to have gone very deep into hiding. But he still came back."

"No, what is it exactly?"

The sarcastic tone was amusing, but it was self-deprecating. In reality, Yan's mindset was quite carefree; having fulfilled his cunning wish, nothing else mattered. His connection with this world would end when it was time to end, and he would move on to a new world.

To Yan, they were all just passersby who came and went in a hurry.

Always—

finally--

No one can stay.

"At least, the Sibylla system determined that I did not return."

One sentence silenced Tsunemori Akane; she didn't say another word, her heart filled with inner turmoil. After all, she knew something about En's past and harbored special feelings for him. This made her emotions complicated when it came to matters concerning En.

A hint of melancholy flickered in the girl's eyes.

sad.

Even sadness.

The two got out of the car without saying a word, silently walking towards the executive officers' quarters—the quarantine area. Ahead lay the roller shutter door of the quarantine area.

The roller shutter door opens.

"Let's break up here. There's another routine search tomorrow—"

"Ah."

Chang Shouzhu noticed something: Yan's voice was lower than usual. She responded with a muffled sound. As Yan entered the quarantine area, Chang Shouzhu's gaze was still fixed on his back when suddenly, Yan turned around and said something to Chang Shouzhu.

"correct."

"Yes."

"This outfit suits you very well."

Tsunemori Zhu was taken aback by this sudden remark. From the sensitive conversation to the silence to the awkward atmosphere, and now to this statement, there had been no build-up, no mental preparation whatsoever; she had just heard it like that.

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