Tokyo Trickster

"You probably hit your knee somewhere and damaged the bone. You may not be able to do strenuous exercises with your legs anymore. My advice is to go to a regular hospital for diagnosis and treatment as soon as possible."

The teacher in the health room handed Sakamoto Ryuji to Amamiya Ren for support and asked, "How many times have you brought me trouble?"

Amamiya Ren laughed and avoided the topic, "Teacher Yosano is still as kind and beautiful as ever."

The other party carefully looked at his handsome face, which was no less handsome than that of a Johnny's idol candidate, and shook his head, "Forget it, I'm just a temporary worker anyway, so I can just quit."

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"I don't think so."

"......" Yosano glared at him, "Hurry up and leave."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Right, wait a minute."

"What's the matter?" Amamiya Ren was almost about to step out the door.

"The detective agency in Yokohama that I introduced to you last time..." Yosano took out a business card.

"I won't bother you anymore."

"You're really not going to consider it again? I think your talent for deceiving people is simply unmatched."

"Bang," the door slammed shut. Yosano skillfully tore up the business card in his hand and threw it into the trash can, then threw a roll of gauze stained with iodine into the trash can.

Ryuji Sakamoto was sweating profusely from the pain, but he didn't pay attention to what was happening outside.

Amamiya Ren wondered how this guy could still speak when he was in school, but now he was in so much pain that he couldn't even open his eyes.

"What did Yosano-sensei do to you?"

"She...hiss," Long Si's face was pale, "the woman pressed her hand on my knee and it crunched, and then..."

"Keep it like this," Amamiya Ren said, leaving him confused. "When we get to the principal's office, remember to howl loudly, and try to squeeze out all your tears."

"What do you mean?"

"Please ask for leave to leave the school."

After a cry of pain, Sakamoto Ryuji suddenly realized, "You want to skip class."

Amamiya Ren nodded in disbelief. Today he was going to collect personal information about Kamoshida, such as his home address. According to Lavenda, each soul palace has a "secret treasure" that is the embodiment of its owner's deepest desire. As long as the palace's secret treasure is taken away in the impression space, the adult dominated by desire will immediately recognize his fault and repent from the bottom of his heart. If his shadow is killed in the palace, the real body in reality will become a walking corpse without all desires, that is, a vegetative person in the medical sense.

He had to conquer Kamoshida's maze because this bastard teacher was really driving him to death.

Before Amamiya Ren actually transferred to the school, various rumors about his bad behavior had already spread among all grades. From this, we can understand what kind of person Kamoshida is.

The purpose of asking for all kinds of information about Kamoshida is to find out his psychological weaknesses. The Mind Palace is a combination of the personality and even the desires of its owner. If we know what Kamoshida fears and values ​​the most, we may be able to find a fatal breakthrough in our actions.

"So, you're planning to skip the volleyball club's practice again?" Kamo Shida, who happened to be in the principal's office discussing the allocation of club resources, glared at him fiercely.

"I have the utmost respect for you and volleyball from the bottom of my heart, but life is difficult, and weak material can hardly support heavy ideals..." After such flattery, Kamoshida couldn't say anything more for a while. He could only watch Amamiya Ren pass the leave application with the problem child whose leg he broke.

In the corridor, Amamiya Ren, who didn't look like a delinquent but was actually the scariest delinquent in the school, supported Sakamoto Ryuji, who looked like a delinquent and might actually be a delinquent, out of the principal's office.

The students thought that the two had just fought a fierce battle and were victorious. Their backs gradually disappeared in the rain.

After all, why should I help this guy? Amamiya Ren abandoned the excuse of "I just used him to leave school" and questioned his heart. There are many ways to deal with Kamoshida or leave school, so why choose this complicated and difficult path?

Well, as expected, it was just a simple act of lending a helping hand to those in need.

Just like when he punched the congressman who harassed women without hesitation, for no reason at all, because that was what he believed in as "right".

The rainstorm had just stopped, and beads of water fell from the eaves with a clicking sound, landing on the overpass full of puddles. There was a rush of traffic in the bridge hole, whimpering with the wind and rain.

"Do you have enough money?" Amamiya Lian asked expressionlessly.

"......" Sakamoto Ryuji was silent for a moment, "More than a thousand shakes!

This is his living expenses for two days.

It was Amamiya Ren's turn to be silent. He looked at the clear mirror-like sky after the rain, and the vast streets and roads around him, with few pedestrians. He suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness, as if he was in an endless wilderness, or standing on the steps in front of the abandoned White Snake Shrine in Naoetsu, overlooking the wheat fields with crisscrossing ditches below.

"Forget it, wait here for a while," the thief took Ryuji to a convenience store and let him rest on a bench that was not wet by the rain.

The cell phone dialed to his guardian in Tokyo.

"Hello, I'm Sakura Jiawei-san," the owner of the coffee shop said, "What trouble have you gotten into?"

"My classmate's leg was injured, and the bone was broken. I asked for leave to accompany him to find a hospital, but he had no money."

Amamiya Lian said calmly, "I don't have much money right now, and the next batch of royalties won't be paid until the end of the month. So, do you know of any private clinics with reasonable fees and relatively good skills?"

Sakura Jia Wei Shao stepped on the emperor's stealing interpretation. He could hear the faint sound of a twister grinding coffee beans from the other side of the receiver. He waited for a while before asking, "Where are you?"

"Shibuya Station."

"Where is the child's guardian?"

"I heard it's a single-parent family."

"Oh, there's really nothing I can do about you. Come to Sixuan Tea House, I'll take you to see a doctor." His tone was somewhat helpless, "This won't happen again."

"Okay, okay," Amamiya Ren agreed.

When the train arrived at the station, he carried Ryuji Sakamoto, who looked desperate, on his back and walked to LeBron's door.

There was a sign on the door saying "Temporarily Closed". A middle-aged man leaned against the bright red wall and squinted at them. "Is your leg seriously injured?"

Amamiya Lian pointed at the yellow-haired corpse lying on his back and said, "It's already like this."

Sakura Jiawei paused to take a look at Sakamoto Ryuji's gangster-like appearance, and couldn't help but click his tongue, "You should be more careful when making friends."

"He is the ace of our school's track and field club."

"Ha," the store manager was a little surprised, "it doesn't matter, just follow me quickly."

He led the two of them around the alley and soon found a rental house hidden deep inside. After some renovation, it was used as a clinic. The old building seemed a bit out of place with the new decoration.

There was a billboard hanging at the door, with a broken LED light flickering in it, "Takemi Clinic".

A young woman with short black hair and a white coat sat at the counter surrounded by a barred window. Her delicate and soft features were elongated in the dim light, making her look more three-dimensional, but her slightly drooping eyes and even her pursed lips eliminated her gentle temperament, leaving only a faint indifference and rationality. The sharp contrast between the black dress and the white coat highlighted the slenderness of her neck and the exquisiteness of her collarbone.

She should be the doctor here, although she looks like a college student, and her appearance is so dazzling that it would be dazzling even at a high-end hotel ball, which makes people doubt whether she has the skills to diagnose and treat patients.

"Dr. Takemi, these two are the patients I mentioned on the phone."

"You're still in high school," Dr. Takemi's voice was as clear and melodious as the sound of spring water hitting round, soft pebbles. "Are you both?"

"Ah, maybe this kid has some illness, too." Sakura Jiawei touched La Lian's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "If you don't have enough money, tell me."

"Thank you..." Ryuji Sakamoto, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke. He kept wiping the corners of his eyes as if he was trying to hide some emotions.

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to him, and Amamiya Ren was settling the score in his heart.

Doctor Wu Jian stood up, pushed open the small door of the counter, and opened the main door of the clinic next to it. "Come in, we can talk about the money later."

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019. The Day the King Was Cut Down (Part )

The electric fan buzzed on the ceiling, like a spirited fly, provoking and teasing with the sound of its flapping wings, but it would never come close, deliberately stirring up the impatience in people's hearts.

Amamiya Ren slapped his wallet as if he was slapping a fake fly. He took out several tens of thousands of yuan bills and handed them to Dr. Takemi with a heavy heart.

"Aren't you going to pay by card?" Dr. Takemi rarely saw young people carrying large amounts of cash around, especially since Amamiya Ren obviously didn't come from a wealthy family.

"Miss Takemi, it's really troublesome to swipe your card here," Amamiya Ren pointed at the door of the sterile room, "A young doctor like you, who is very skilled in diagnosing and treating diseases, stays in Shikenjaya to run a community hospital... I happened to hear that there is a notorious genius in the Tokyo medical community, who is called the Plague God, and his name is also Takemi..."

"I'll erase the remainder for you." The cold-faced female doctor said reluctantly with her mouth twitching a few times.

Amamiya Ren took back the amiable Fukuzawa Yukichi and couldn't help but smile, "I'll leave Sakamoto-san to your care for now. I have to go to school."

Dr. Takemi tapped his notebook impatiently with the pen in his hand. "Let's go."

It was already noon. Amamiya Ren glanced at the electronic clock hanging on the wall and hurriedly left.

He wasted a lot of time here, he thought, but Dr. Wu Jian was indeed very beautiful, an icy beauty with a model-like figure. Her legs under the short skirt were round, straight, white and smooth like jade, and she was wearing black high-heeled Roman shoes with thin straps, which left faint marks on her well-proportioned calves.

Ten toes stand out like tender lotus buds, trimmed and polished to be round and small, like the enamel layer of shellfish, painted with black nail polish, the delicate arch of the foot is slender and thin, and a few light blue veins are faintly visible on the white instep, as if a sculptor kneeled on the ground and carefully carved the white marble for several days to create an excellent work of art, which makes people feel intoxicated. For a moment, I want to imitate the craftsman who completed this ingenious work, kneel down, hold it and kiss it gently, and feel the natural perfection wrapped in modern industrial products.

Amamiya Ren, Amamiya Ren, you are such a determined and good boy. Mr. Kaito gave a satisfied evaluation. In fact, he didn't know the details of Dr. Takemi until today. The personal information about her was collected by surfing the Internet intensively when she was treating Sakamoto Ryuji's wound.

He has an intelligence network that shouldn't belong to someone his age... In junior high school, he learned deception from a con man named Bei Mu Ni Zhou for two and a half years, and gained many special channels through this profit-oriented man.

With just a little money, you can find out the true inside story of those hot social news.

Fortunately, Dr. Takemi was well-known in the medical field in Tokyo, so it was easy to find her personal information.

Takemi Miyabi, a genius physician from a prestigious school, has outstanding talents in drug development and disease diagnosis. Because he was accidentally involved in a drug dispute, he was unfairly persecuted by the medical community and was forced to take the blame and responsibility for "killing people with medicine". So he stayed away from the front line of drug development and came to a corner of Shigenjaya to work as a community doctor.

According to the description in the purchased intelligence, Miss Takemiya seemed to be engaged in illegal drug development in private.

But none of this has anything to do with me.

Amamiya Ren just wanted to get back a little bit of the money. He really had to tighten his belt. That bastard Joker used his money to buy several expensive brand-name suits, the latest Apple phone, a lot of bottles and jars of paint, and even paid full price for knives and model guns online.

By the way, I have also bought the information about Kamoshida, and now I will go to check out the place.

He strolled on the street where the rain had just stopped. The window walls of the western restaurant were covered with a layer of white water vapor. A girl was sitting on the sofa, extending her index finger and unconsciously scratching the passage in the white box. After passing the passage, she could see clearly. She saw Amamiya Ren, who was not wearing glasses, walking on the cobblestone road separated by a wall. The dark gray eyes scattered under the messy short hair seemed to be filled with countless melancholy, which attracted the girl's feelings like a whirlpool, making people eager to explore what he was thinking.

The girl's face turned pink and her heartbeat quickened. The talent scout sitting opposite her also wiped away the mist with his hands to take a look, and couldn't help but smack his lips, "Wow, this is top-notch. With a little packaging, it can become the most dazzling star under the spotlight."

The talent scout dropped the idol candidate who was negotiating a contract with him, and trotted out of the restaurant. He had to stop the passing boy. This might be his only chance in this life.

As I got closer to the tram stop, I suddenly felt dazed.

Walking through the increasingly crowded crowd, surrounded by body temperatures, an indescribable sense of alienation came to my heart.

Amamiya Ren had lived a peaceful life for more than two years, until he swung his fist at the congressman and everything collapsed.

In just a few days, he rushed to Osaka and then to Tokyo, transferred to a good high school, and then faced malicious persecution from a high-ranking adult.

Accepting the contract of the Velvet Room and becoming a worker in the noble "collective subconscious" is just a compromise made in order to survive.

Ren Amamiya has no great ideals, nor does he want to be "The One" in society. All he wants is to be reborn. The more chaotic the environment is, the faster Joker will replace him, until the "worst day" comes - when that day comes, the individual named Ren Amamiya will fall into a deep sleep. What will replace him is a crazy clown who tries to make fun of the whole world and will not be restrained by anything.

He met a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair at a ticket booth at the Shikenjaya station.

"Hello, are you Mr. Kamoshida?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of the coarse tea in the thermos cup and said, "Boy, what's the matter?"

"I am a student of Mr. Kamoshida, and I learn volleyball from him."

"Look," the other party became interested and put down the cup, "Zhuo, did he talk about me with you kids at school?"

"It is said that you enlightened his interest in volleyball."

"Hahaha, those were all things that happened when we were young. At the time, I just hoped that the guy could use his mischievous energy to do serious things." The uncle was proud of his son's achievements, "But I didn't expect that he could become an Olympic champion..."

Men in the Showa era sighed, "It's great to bring glory to the country."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Mr. Kamoshida would become such an excellent adult..." Amamiya Ren took out a pack of cigarettes that she bought at the grocery store on the way and handed it to him, "This is a gift to you."

“You’re welcome,” the uncle said with a smile.

No one noticed that the moment Amamiya Ren reached his hand into the ticket booth, his fingers trembled like an afterimage, and then something like a card flew from the table into his cuffs and fell into his sleeves.

This is a blind spot that is absolutely impossible to detect even with surveillance.

He stole the work permit of Taku Kamoshida's father.

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020. The Day the King Was Cut Down, Part

"Wait!" A loud shout came from behind Amamiya Ren, attracting the attention of the people around. While others quietly admired the boy's beauty, they turned their eyes away as if they were afraid of getting into trouble.

A certain thief who had just completed a theft tensed up for a moment, but soon relaxed. His face remained calm, and he walked forward without any pause.

"Um... please wait a moment!" a panting voice.

Amamiya Ren felt someone grabbing his shoulder, and he turned around.

A young man dressed fashionably and wearing big-framed sunglasses bowed deeply and raised a business card above his head with both hands.

"My name is Tatsumi Kotaro, and I'm the manager of ATLUS. You have the perfect qualifications to become an idol, and I think it would be a huge loss for both me and the company if I missed you, so—" Tatsumi Kotaro took a deep breath, lowered his head, and exhaled heavily, "Please do me the favor and give me a chance to talk!"

Amamiya Ren patted her pocket and threw the work permit into it in a very obscure way. "Is it around here?"

"Yes." Seeing that there was a chance, Tatsumi Kotaro's voice immediately returned to a calm state, but his attitude was still respectful, as if he really regarded Amamiya Ren as a cash cow. The more he watched, the more he thought that this young man had a pursuit of art engraved in his bones, and his every move revealed a natural sense of magnificence.