Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Just as Kurokawa turned around, preparing to head towards the staircase leading to the basement—

hum!hum!hum!

A sudden, rapid, continuous vibration came from the watch on my left wrist. A glaring red light flashed on the edge of the dial, and at the same time, a simple warning pop-up appeared on the miniature screen.

[Outer perimeter security network triggered.]

[Target: A single individual.]

[Location: South side dirt road. Distance: 800 meters, approaching steadily.]

Kurokawa's heart sank, and he froze instantly.

At this time? Who?!

Could they be police officers?

Was it the subway station incident, or the mess left by the Xiapu Lake Observatory...? We've finally traced it back to this point?

He forced himself to calm down, quickly turned on his computer, brought up the monitoring interface, and synchronized the live footage with the patrol drone overhead.

On the screen, in the afternoon twilight, the bumpy dirt road leading to the factory was clearly visible.

A figure was walking slowly along the road.

The camera zooms in.

It was a young girl.

The classic Hime cut features waist-length, jet-black hair that cascades down like a waterfall, with the ends trimmed exceptionally neatly, swaying slightly with each step.

On her left temple, a silver ginkgo leaf hair clip gleamed coldly in the twilight.

With fair skin and delicate features, her deep purple pupils remained calm even in the surveillance footage, possessing a penetrating quality beyond her years.

She was tall and slender, wearing the uniform of a nearby school, with her neckerchief tied meticulously.

Beneath the knee-length skirt, a pair of pure black over-the-knee stockings tightly encased her calves, leaving a neat and orderly "absolute territory" between them.

Her black Mary Jane shoes were polished to a shine, and she took each step with a steady gait.

Completely unfamiliar faces.

Kurokawa frowned, searching his memory quickly, but to no avail.

Did you come to the wrong place?

There are many abandoned factories in this suburb.

Instead of acting immediately, he used his watch to issue commands to the standby "patrol dolls" and nearby drones.

Have them investigate a 1000-meter radius around the factory.

Around the factory, several patrol drones spread out like owls, simultaneously activating infrared, sound wave, and faint magical wave scans, spreading outward from the factory as the center.

Time passed second by second.

The watch continuously sends feedback back.

No other signs of life were found within a 300-meter radius.

No abnormal energy accumulation or vehicle signals were detected within an 800-meter radius.

The target continued to approach at a constant speed, showing no signs of combat readiness or reconnaissance activity.

[Overall assessment: No signs of ambush or coordinated intrusion have been found.]

Is she really all alone?

Kurokawa's vigilance did not lessen in the slightest, but the initial tension subsided slightly.

Perhaps... they really are students who wandered into this place by mistake?

Although his attire and demeanor were completely out of place in this desolate wilderness.

He decided to wait and see.

The factory gates were tightly closed, and ordinary people might not even notice that there were people working there.

However, the girl on the screen walked straight to the side door of the factory where rust was produced, without any hesitation or search.

She stopped and tilted her head slightly, seemingly examining the mottled paint and rust on the door.

Then, she raised her hand, her knuckles bent, and knocked three times clearly and firmly on the heavy iron door.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The knocking sound pierced through the metal sheet and clearly entered the empty workshop; he could hear it very clearly even without the equipment.

Kurokawa's eyes narrowed.

I didn't wander in by accident.

She came here for this place, for... him?

Kurokawa stared at the screen, remaining silent.

The girl outside the door waited a few seconds after knocking, but received no response.

She didn't leave; instead, she tilted her head slightly and looked at the patrol drone in the sky.

There was no surprise in her eyes, as if she already knew that a drone was monitoring her.

Then, she turned back, raised her hand again, and knocked twice on the iron gate slowly and deliberately.

Thump. Thump.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the silence; its persistence was impossible to ignore.

Kurokawa knew there was no way to avoid it.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the surging doubts and vigilance in his heart, and made a decision.

But caution was never abandoned.

He issued commands to the two patrol dolls.

If any girl outside does anything inappropriate, immediately subdue her with electric shock tentacles.

Command confirmed.

Two puppets quietly approached the shadows on either side of the gate.

The mechanical tentacles behind it silently adjusted their angles, and the electric shock modules at their ends emitted an extremely faint blue light, ready to strike.

At the same time, Kurokawa also ordered the drones in the sky to rise higher and expand the monitoring range to ensure that there would be no further "surprises".

Just as I finished doing all this, the third knock on the door sounded.

Thump. Thump.

This time, Kurokawa broke his silence.

"They're here."

He responded.

He walked behind the door, unfastened the inner bolt, and with both hands, pulled the heavy iron door inwards, creating a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

As dusk approached, the last warm golden rays of light eagerly poured in through the crack in the door, casting a narrow strip of light on the dusty ground and outlining the clear silhouette of the girl outside.

Facing each other directly, a subtle ripple of emotion flashed through Kurokawa's mind.

The images on the screen are far from sufficient to fully capture its essence.

Up close, the girl's face was so exquisite it was almost unreal, her purple eyes were as calm as a deep well, and her impeccable attire contrasted sharply with the desolate surroundings.

They all carry a strong, almost oppressive sense of beauty and order.

It was as if she didn't belong in this messy, dangerous space filled with the smell of engine oil.

This daze lasted only a brief moment.

Kurokawa's gaze quickly cleared, and he calmly examined the other person before asking:

"Who should I look for?"

The girl outside the door was also scrutinizing him, her gaze quickly sweeping over him and the dimly lit workshop behind him, without revealing any extra emotion.

Then, she asked to confirm:

"Are you Kurokawa Yoru?"

Kurokawa felt a chill run down his spine when he saw that the other person had called out his name accurately.

It wasn't a mistake; she really did come to see me.

He paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, that's me. What can I do for you?"

The girl outside the door did not answer immediately.

Her face remained expressionless; she simply raised her hand and opened her school handbag.

She took out a stack of documents clipped together with paperclips; the edges of the papers were neat and clearly visible in the dim light.

"This is your agreement document," she asked to confirm, "signed with a girl named Suzukawa Chinatsu, right?"

Kurokawa stared intently.

The title of the top page is clearly "Agreement on Installment Deduction of Combat Suit Deposit," and below it are copies of the "Labor Contract" and the "Confidentiality Agreement."

These were the three documents that Qianxia had hastily signed without even glancing at them just over ten days ago.

Kurokawa was taken aback.

Didn't Chika take these contracts home? How did they end up in this strange girl's hands?

In a flash, a name and fragments from the previous phone call connected in his mind.

smoke.

Chinatsu, my younger sister, is a meticulous person who is preparing for exams and keeps careful accounts.

Is it...

His tense nerves relaxed slightly, but his vigilance remained.

He roughly understood the girl's confusion.

After all, special phenomena management companies are not legalized at present.

The three contracts were also packaged contracts, and they did not explain in detail the nature of Chika's work.

A person unaware of the facts received the contract and read it carefully.

This will result in...

The job is considered shady, and the employees are burdened with a debt of 3000 million due to a mysterious combat suit. They are also forbidden from revealing the secrets to outsiders and are required to pay a large penalty for leaving the company.

Furthermore, Chinatsu was already very interested in combat suits.

Furthermore, the Tokyo underworld is rampant, and there are frequent cases of girls being tricked into working in the sex industry by taking out exorbitant loans.

It's hard not to make people have negative associations.

It's likely that the girl in front of me saw these contracts.

This leads to the misunderstanding that "a shameless bastard is taking advantage of his sister's love for combat suits to trick her into signing a huge loan contract, intending to force her into the sex industry," right?

Kurokawa nodded again, his tone calm: "That's right, it was signed by me and Chinatsu Suzukawa."

The girl nodded, seemingly having received the confirmation she wanted.

She stepped forward and handed the documents in her hand to Kurokawa.

Just as Kurokawa reached out to take it, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to explain this strange contract to his "sister"—

A sudden change has occurred!

The girl suddenly raised her hand, as if to slap Kurokawa across the face.

"you--!"

Kurokawa's pupils contracted sharply.

The body's instinctive reactions are much faster than thought.

The combat experience accumulated in his previous life and the [Advanced Fighting Techniques] he had now mastered instantly took over his body.

He suddenly twisted his right wrist inward to grab the other person's raised hand as he took the document.

"What are you going to do?"

"asshole!"

The girl showed no sign of giving up; she raised her foot to kick Kurokawa.

Kurokawa took a half step back with his left foot to stabilize his center of gravity, thrust his right shoulder forward, and cut in sideways like a swimming fish. His left hand had already gripped the girl's other hand tightly like an iron clamp, and twisted it downwards!

"Ugh!"

The girl let out a short cry of pain.

Kurokawa's movements didn't stop. He lifted and twisted her wrist with his left hand while hooking his right foot behind her calf.

The movements flowed smoothly, happening in the blink of an eye.

The girl felt dizzy and disoriented. Her arms were twisted behind her back, and she lost her balance. She was then slammed against the not-yet-fully-opened iron door by an irresistible force!

boom!

A muffled thud.

Her cheeks were pressed against the cold, rough, rusty surface, and her body was firmly pinned down by Kurokawa's knees and arms, unable to move.

"Are you crazy?!" Kurokawa roared in a low voice.

The girl struggled violently for a few moments, but the difference in strength was too great, and she was unable to break free.

She was breathing heavily, and a hint of panic and pain from being restrained finally flashed in her deep purple eyes, but more than that, there was a stubborn anger.

"Let me go! You liar! Human trafficker! Violent maniac! 3000 million in deposit loan! And a confidentiality agreement! What did you do to my sister?!" she shouted, attempting to verbally attack her.

Kurokawa not only didn't loosen his grip, but instead slightly increased the force he used to twist her arm, ensuring that she couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Hiss—!" The girl gasped in pain, her body tensing up.

Knowing that she could not break free by force, she suddenly stopped struggling, turned her face to the side, and glared at Kurokawa with her watery but still fierce eyes.

"I've already called the police! They'll be here in two minutes at most! You bastard, committing illegal detention, fraud, and assault, you're going to jail!"

Call the police?

Kurokawa's first reaction was disbelief.

How could she have called the police in advance?

bluff?

However, as if to confirm her words—

hum... hum...

The sound of a cell phone vibrating came from the handbag that had fallen to the ground.

Kurokawa glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

Through the gap in the handbag that wasn't fully closed, you could see the phone screen inside was lit up, clearly displaying the caller ID—

Metropolitan Police Department

Kurokawa's heart sank.

This guy... he actually called the police!

Hey!

My base has only just been set up, and the trillion-dollar geisha's skills haven't even warmed up yet...

Is it really going to be completely shut down because of this inexplicable, foolish girl's extreme behavior?!