"Bang!"

[Profile loading progress: 100%]

The prompt surfaces in the center of the field of vision, and the fat officer's snotty, huddled face freezes, fading and disappearing in favor of familiar darkness surfacing.

In the sound of darkness, a voice rang out, it was the fat officer's, "You listen to my explanation, at that time it was really..."

Compared to the aged fat officer, this voice was a bit younger, sounding around the early forties, but the panic and fawning in the voice remained, and with a few more aggravations of panic, it would sound the same as it did when it was being held at gunpoint by Ichijō Mirai.

The voice sounded a little far away, like it was separated by a layer of water that wasn't quite clear, and it had the feel of a dream.

The darkness faded to light and the voice of some strange adult, a few years younger than the fat officer, interrupted the fat officer's pleas for mercy, "Mirai, go wash the strawberries."

"It's your birthday, you can have more sweets."

Ichijō Mirai reacted: this was probably the profile piece from when the fat officer exterminated the player's parents, the incident officer at the time.

The first person who spoke was the fat officer who killed the player's parents, and the second person who spoke was the player's father in the setting.

Only, upon hearing the second person speak, Ichijō Mirai felt that the voice sounded familiar for a few moments, like... he had heard it somewhere before.

The darkness grew brighter and brighter, surfacing the chubby young cheeks of the fat officer, who looked like he was standing in the doorway of a security door, looking over with his head down, an undisguised heartiness on his face, "Mi- Mirai is here too, hahaha, I forgot to bring you dessert this time I came, next time my uncle comes, I'll bring it for you, okay?"

The image was shaky and looked to mimic a human perspective, with a low viewpoint, and the owner of the viewpoint was about a child a bit taller than Fat officer's waist.

In the shaky perspective, the heartiness on the fat officer's face became more and more apparent.

The player's father spoke sternly, stopping the words the fat officer was trying to get out, "Tarō!"

He slowed his tone again, "Go wash the strawberries, Mirai."

As the player's father spoke, the familiar feeling of 'I think I've heard that voice somewhere' grew stronger, and Ichijō Mirai unconsciously frowned.

There was a third voice that rang out, belonging to a small child and sounding a bit childish, "Okay."

He whispers, "Did Uncle Tarō accidentally shoot down a Yakuza in the course of his off-duty duties?"

This is the voice of the player as a child.

Hearing the childish but familiar voice, Ichijō Mirai reacted half a second slower to why it felt familiar: his voice.

Whether it was 'the player's father', or 'the young player', the voices were very similar to his, only one was more mature and the other more childish.

Ichijō Mirai: "..."

He didn't say many words in the game, did he? It was actually possible to use his voice as a template to create a corresponding father's voice and child's voice.

Or was it the same as creating character cards in advance, where you could record voices in advance?

While he pondered, the shaky image continued, shifting to the dishwashing sink in the kitchen.

The center of gravity of the image was fixed on the cheerful splashing of water and red strawberries, and there was a constant murmur of voices from the fat police officer and the player's father, too low for Ichijō Mirai to tell exactly what they were saying, but one could make out that they were arguing about something in a low voice.

It was also possible to surmise that it was about arguing about Fat officer's white powder deal with the Yakuza.

Their whispered argument was interrupted by the sound of a door opening, followed by a young woman's voice, "What's up?"

It still sounded familiar.

It was similar to Ichijō Mirai's voice, only lower and softer, leaning towards an imperial voice.

Ichijō Mirai again: "..."

A family of three all with the same voice? It's more or less too much!

The screen shifted and the voices cluttered for a few moments before the young woman came into the kitchen and inquired in a low voice, "There's something strange about Uncle Tarō today, did Mirai notice anything?"

"Him." 

The view was low, and the young woman's face did not appear in the picture, only a slender, formally dressed figure, who was a bit hesitant, "He's a bit cranky."

The player's voice rang out, "Uncle Tarō accidentally shot down a Yakuza while off-duty."

"He had blood on his shoes, a gun behind his waist that wasn't a police gun, smelled like nitrous, and had just rolled on the ground with dust under his knees and elbows."

"What?" The young woman immediately took out her cell phone and hurriedly pressed the press button while droning, "Don't you go out yet..."

A gunshot rang out, close enough to have a deafening sound effect, forcefully interrupting the young woman's droning instructions.

Even the shaking image seemed to be shaken, frozen for a moment.

Breaking the shocking calm brought on by the gunshot were panicked footsteps and a stammering voice, "I, I..."

Then the feet rushed towards the kitchen and the gunshots rang out again.

The low view could only see the fat officer rushing to the kitchen door, his teeth clenched tightly and a black gun raised in his hand, his hand trembling even as the gun shook.

But the focus of the view was not on the fat officer with the gun, but on the target he had just hit: the young woman fell to the floor, her formal attire stained red in the blink of an eye, and an inconspicuous pool of blood forming beneath her.

The fat officer shuddered and gripped his gun tighter, his whole body breathing hard to find a little oxygen from the blankness of his brain, "Huff, huff, huff."

The basket by the sink collapsed and fresh strawberries tumbled to the floor, crashing like glass beads as they rolled across the floor, some hitting the soon-to-be corpse of the young woman, some hitting the fat officer's feet, and some rolling out of the kitchen and disappearing from view.

The fat officer woke up as if from a dream and gripped his gun again, his eyes rising menacingly as he glared at the owner of the view.

He raised the gun and gritted his teeth, "Don't blame me, Mirai, just blame..."

The shot was fired.

The screen shook violently for a few seconds, mimicking the human perspective's fall, slamming heavily into the ground, leaving nothing but white tiles, red blood, and a few strawberries in the perspective.

Darkness rears its ugly head.

A series of system prompts surfaced: [Profile loading complete.]

[Looking at this kneeling and begging for forgiveness of your deceased friend, you recall the past after a long time, when you were an intelligent son of a police officer who wanted to become righteous when he grew up.]

[Congratulations on obtaining [Son of a Police Officer], the title function has been unlocked.]

['Son of a Police Officer': Justice is not you, but you can be justice.]

The system suggests the benefits of wearing this title: [Earsight, analyzes information faster, affinity increased appropriately, large increase in physical skill proficiency, small decrease in firearms proficiency].

Ichijō Mirai regains sight of the snotty, fat officer.

He was still on his knees, looking tilted over in panic, his clothing nearly soaked from bodily fluids and standing water.

['Old Friend?' All information collected]

System prompt:

[Looking at the wretched deceased person in front of you, you grip the gun in your hand tightly and have a few moments of struggle... if you shoot, it will no longer be justice, and if you don't shoot, you won't be able to avenge your parents with your own hands.]

[In the struggle, you choose:]

[A. Not to shoot.]

[You firmly choose justice, and from now on, you will follow the order, respect the human rights of every citizen and criminal, and will not take anyone's life, even in the most frightening moments.

Note: You cannot kill any NPC.]

[B. Shoot.]

[Justice is the rightful reason, you...]

Ichijō Mirai swept a glance and read the note for option A clearly, then without even finishing reading the hint for option B, and upholding the principle that one more second of hesitation would be a great disrespect to the player, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Players who couldn't kill NPCs are unhappy players!