At the zoo, Heisenberg sat on the grass, smiling as he stroked the white tiger in his arms.
That was right, a pure white tiger. Although there were only a little over a hundred of those little cuties in the entire world, Berlin Zoo was one of Berlin's landmark national zoos.
Having a white tiger was nothing unusual, right?
As he rubbed behind the white tiger's ears, making the little tiger rumble and puff out breath nonstop,
Heisenberg smiled and said to Emma,
"Buying this zoo was probably one of the most correct things we've done.
At the very least, it taught us one lesson.
Animals are far more sincere than people."
As he spoke, Heisenberg rubbed the little tiger's ears again.
"If it feels happy, then it is truly happy. If it feels dissatisfied, then it really will be dissatisfied. Everything about animals is so real.
As for people, sometimes what you see isn't real, and what you hear isn't real. They're impossible to figure out, impossible to understand. Truly... troublesome!"
After speaking, Heisenberg gave the white tiger one last pat on the head, then pushed it aside, ending his little tiger-playing session.
Heisenberg stood and clapped his hands. The dust and blades of grass that had just gotten on his clothes instantly vanished.
Once Heisenberg had tidied himself up, Emma smiled, gently unfolded the white coat in her arms, and draped it over his shoulders.
As Emma arranged his clothing, Heisenberg asked her,
"Psychics like you often see the truest corners of other people's hearts.
Do you find that experience interesting?"
"No, not at all. I find it disgusting.
After all, White King, when ninety-five percent of the men I look into are imagining and playing with my body in one way or another,
That is absolutely not