Tokyo Trickster

"Homemade medicine," Ooyamada walked to the medicine cabinet and carefully examined the bottles and jars from top to bottom. "I heard that your homemade medicine has been released recently. You should know the consequences, right? After all, you have killed people with medicine."

Wu Jian Miao's face turned pale in an instant. Where did this rumor come from? The energy capsule she developed should only be used as a supply for the Phantom Thieves... There must be a mistake... It must be the place where they bought the medicinal materials -

"You should have noticed it, too." Ooyamada sighed. "I don't know where you got such a strong capital injection. It's impossible to hide the high-frequency wholesale of medicinal materials from everyone."

"You've gone too far this time. If you continue to degenerate in a dark place, I'll let you go," he said angrily. "Listen, this is my final advice. Close the clinic at the teahouse, hand over all the drugs to me, and don't be a doctor anymore."

Wu Jianmiao took a step back and stared at the man in front of him, "Who instructed you to do this?!"

The director of the Medical Bureau sneered, "Someone has set their sights on your medicine. Do you know, Dr. Wu Jian, that your medicine is actually an extremely profitable channel, but it is not in compliance with regulations."

"You can't possibly know what these drugs do..."

“I don’t need to know,” Ooyamada patted the medicine cabinet beside him roughly, “You are a scum of the medical field who develops shoddy new drugs and tortures patients. The garbage you develop has its own uses!”

Wu Jian Miao has realized that his situation may not be as comfortable as he expected... "I warn you not to do anything illegal."

"Illegal? A criminal like you also want to talk to me about this? There should be a corresponding attitude when dealing with garbage," Ooyamada seemed to have lost his mind, his eyes spitting jealous light, "The drug you used in the clinic was taken a fancy to by a big shot in Yokohama, and you are not bad looking, so you can live a good life there in the future."

"What an ugly face." Takemiya scolded Ooyamada.

The other party just expressed his jealousy unscrupulously, "How can a young person like you come up with research results that change the market?"

"Twisted desires..." After reading the "instructions" written by Amamiya Ren in the communications room of the Phantom Thieves, Takemiya Miao immediately realized that the director of the Medical Bureau in front of him was probably a monster dominated by desires.

The entrance and exit of the warehouse were filled with grim-looking gang members.

The man in a black suit adjusted his tie and walked closer step by step. His leather shoes stepped on the slightly dusty ground, and the crisp footsteps echoed in the warehouse.

"Mr. Akutagawa." Oyamada bowed his head respectfully.

"The patents for those drugs will be given to you in the future." Akutagawa pushed Ooyamada aside, stood in front of Takemiya, and looked down at him. "Then, you will live in Yokohama from now on."

"Are you a gangster?"

"Port." Akutagawa didn't seem to want to talk more. "My name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the liaison between you and the organization. You will have a safe place to stay in Yokohama, so just focus on developing drugs."

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, his expression somewhat disgusted, "Of course, there may be some guests coming to visit us sometimes, you just need to find a way to entertain them."

Wu Jianmiao tried to send a text message for help using his mobile phone.

Deafening gunfire.

A masked man stood in the crowd, took out a pistol and pulled the trigger, accurately hitting the cell phone that Wu Jianmiao had hidden behind his back. Wu Jianmiao was so scared that he trembled all over.

"Cough cough cough... If we hurt her, the mission will be considered a failure. Do you understand the consequences?" Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed and glared at the masked figure.

The other party nodded without saying anything.

The doctor bit her lip, her eyes moist. It was the first time she had seen such a vicious scene. She had only seen the so-called gangsters in TV dramas.

No one cared about her strength or courage, and everyone looked at her as if they were just looking at a cold corpse.

until......

"Ugh." Suddenly a man knelt on the ground and vomited violently, tears streaming down his face. He kept shouting words like "atonement" and then raised his pistol and indiscriminately shot at his companions around him.

"The situation has changed. Shitong Zhengyi has betrayed our agreement. Evacuate immediately!" The masked figure rushed forward and kicked his wrist, breaking it.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke looked embarrassed, "Is this the 'disablement' you've been talking about?"

More and more people are shouting for forgiveness and going crazy.

The situation in the entire warehouse was completely out of control.

17-year-old Ace: 211. Goro Akechi: Narukami Yuu must be very weak

Empty warehouse.

Amamiya Ren walked through the chaotic crowd and stopped in front of Takemiya Miao.

This genius doctor, who was always decisive and dressed in a punk-style uniform and had a very gentle heart despite her icy beauty appearance, fell into the dust. She looked at the boy in front of her who did not seem tall and felt an unprecedented sense of security.

The somewhat thin figure stood in the gap between the sunlight and the hustle and bustle of the world, standing in the opposite direction of the gang members who were hastily evacuating.

He held out his hand. "Doctor Wu Jian, you are not hurt, are you?"

Wu Jianmiao hesitated for a moment and held the hand extended by Amamiya Ren. Only then did she realize that the other person's five fingers had tightly wrapped around her palm.

Amamiya Ren's hands are very large, and Takemiya Myo's hands are only half the size of his. The first impression he gives is that he is not like a "child", but a "man". His fingers are slender and his skin is smooth, not as rough or covered with calluses and scars as expected. This should not be the hand of a "warrior", but the elegant and calm "pianist" or "clerk".

His palms were warm and felt tough, like jade that had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

Wu Jianmiao felt her heart beating very fast, as if stimulated by a pacemaker. The current spread from her insides to her whole body. Her fingertips felt numb. She subconsciously pursed her lips and shook her head. She was probably scared, she thought, and let Amamiya Lian lead her out of the warehouse.

"Why don't they attack you?" Wu Jianmiao whispered, as if to divert from some unclear and annoying emotion.

She found that she was actually much shorter than Amamiya Ren, so she simply lowered her head to avoid looking up at him.

"In layman's terms, it's a superpower." Amamiya Ren felt that it would take tens of thousands of words to explain the use of such a thing as a ghost story. "This is a one-time consumable item, and its duration is especially limited, so we better leave quickly."

"Is that so?" Wu Jianmiao didn't ask any more questions. She didn't know whether she should show fear or some other expression, so she simply remained silent.

The two men walked out of the warehouse and stood in an unnoticed corner of Setagaya Ward, watching the originally vicious "mafia" fighting each other in the chaos, as if it was a farce that just passed by.

......

Tokyo's popular councilor, Mr. Masayoshi Shido, is in a hurry now.

The city is full of strange and suspenseful cases, and everyone who knows the inside story is saying, "Mr. Shitong is so powerful that he is simply a god on earth who is destined to rule the world." They generally believe that the mastermind behind these cases is Shitong Zhengyi, who is controlling the lifeblood of this country.

In the eyes of onlookers, the influence of Shi Tong Justice is growing larger and larger, and his ruling power is becoming more and more terrifying, so they are becoming more and more wary and awed.

Actually...

Clang. Councillor Shi Tong smashed his phone to the ground, his face turning purple with anger.

Just five minutes ago, Tokyo's largest civilian violence organization, Yokohama's "Port Mafia", announced that it would no longer cooperate with Shido Masayoshi and would suspend all planned matters.

Perhaps because they were afraid of the power symbolized by "being disabled", the gangsters only made a declaration to "ban members of the Shido party from entering Yokohama" and did not take any further action.

Shido Masayoshi sent his subordinates to negotiate, but the only result he got was that "the elite troops at the port suffered heavy casualties due to 'disability'."

He took a deep breath, but his mood became more and more impatient. Many people thought that Shido Zhengyi was confident enough to become prime minister without the help of the underworld group, so they praised him.

Being placed on a high seat in the void, he had lost all room for maneuver... Shi Tong Zhengyi angrily crushed the tattered body of the mobile phone with his shoe soles.

The plan was disrupted and had to be carried out ahead of schedule. Goro Akechi, with a bruised face, raised his head from the hospital bed. The poisonous meal from Adachi Toru was intended to make him realize his position. There were many people in Tokyo who were capable of killing him. His daily life was too smooth, making him indulge in "talent" and "power". He suddenly realized the difference, and this difference made him feel... angry and embarrassed.

A stern-looking man placed a thick file next to him, "Are you awake? These are the targets you need to solve."

After giving Shido Masayoshi's orders, he quickly left the ward, leaving Akechi Goro in silence in the ward.

"Tokyo's Genius Detective" looked at the electrocardiogram beside him, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. He thought of Adachi Toru in prison. The despair of being crushed in all aspects and the chasm-like gap almost drove him crazy.

In particular, one can clearly feel that the other person has some degree of "homology" with oneself.

I don’t understand... Goro Akechi has no way of understanding what is happening in this world.

Before he received the gift of power, the only power he knew about was guns and ammunition. After awakening his personality mask, he manipulated society recklessly through the impression space. I thought this was the invincible plot in comics or movies.

Unexpectedly, a few months after the implementation of the "disablement" policy, those forces hidden in the dark of Tokyo began to surface one after another.

The world of ghost stories, and the five-member expert team that maintains the balance between humans and ghost stories; the government's special supernatural force [Hounds], and many civilian supernatural organizations; the public security's special branch, the [Shadow Patrolmen] that handles "shadow" incidents... Fortunately, these organizations that sound exaggerated are actually a mess, and are in a semi-paralyzed state due to various factors.

Therefore, Akechi Goro was still able to maintain a relatively arrogant attitude when negotiating with them, because impression space was a concept beyond their understanding.

Until he was beaten up in prison by a man named Adachi Toru.

"Enemy," these are the words he heard from Adachi Toru.

He tried every possible way to get information from the public security department, and finally found the young man who once left a deep mark in Yasoinaba City, and is now a student in the Faculty of Political Science and Law at the University of Tokyo, named Yu Narukami.

Unlike Adachi Toru's exaggerated performance in prison, Narukami Yuu seems to be just an ordinary college student except for his achievements in academic ability and athletic performance.

If I can’t beat the elite detective, then I can’t beat a lousy bookworm like you?

Goro Akechi believes that he has already mastered the plan to win: even if the opponent is very strong, as long as he is not pulled into the impression space, he will not have any chance to use the personality mask.

In addition, Yu Narukami has almost always shown the image of a "serious student", so it is hard to believe that he has the conditions and resources to continue developing his personality mask.

Then let's crush him from the real level first, and then make him a cripple. After that, tell the prison guards to inform Adachi Toru in prison about this matter - in Shido Masayoshi's design, these guys involved in the impression space are all obstacles that block the implementation of the plan.

Goro Akechi closed his eyes and began to imagine the sense of accomplishment he would feel as a high school student crushing his "senior" who was studying at a prestigious school.

I guess Narukami Yuu must be very weak now.

17-year-old Ace: 212. Everyone likes Amamiya Ren

[A serious fire broke out in a steel warehouse that had been abandoned for two years in Setagaya Ward. Police investigation revealed that it was suspected to be a dispute between gangsters. Residents nearby are advised to travel with caution and pay attention to personal safety...]

"The drugs have been destroyed," Wu Jianmiao said regretfully, leaning against the wall. "I spent a lot of money to buy those materials, and it took two months just to make them."

Amamiya Ren pulled out five blackened plastic bottles from her pocket, "Time is limited, so I just picked these up."

"Energy Capsule 3.0." Wu Jianmiao described, "It is very close to the final version I expected. Now the side effects of moderate consumption can be ignored, but large amounts should still be avoided."

The Phantom Thief threw a black object to Takemiya.

The doctor shuddered the moment he touched it. It was cold and heavy, reflecting a dark color in the light. "Pistol?"

"I'll leave it for you to defend yourself." Amamiya Ren took out a magazine and threw it to her, "I got them all from the mafia."

"I have never learned to shoot." Wu Jianmiao put the gun on the table with a trembling heart. Out of fear of violence, she did not dare to accept this vicious gift.

"As long as the distance is close enough," Amamiya Lian picked up the pistol, loaded the magazine, unlocked the safety, aimed at the wall and pulled the trigger. A bullet was suspended in the air, as if it was restrained by some invisible force. "It is much easier to use than a knife."

The pistol did not make any sound during the whole process. Amamiya Ren skillfully and quickly disassembled the gun, poured out the invisible "gold" from the magazine, and then took off the bullet floating in front of her. She looked at Takemiya, "Have you learned the movements just now?"

"I may not be able to hold it down." Takemiya gestured, "The recoil is quite strong."

"Try your best. If you can shoot, it's a success. Of course...just don't aim at yourself," Amamiya Ren waved his hand, and Chris' figure disappeared behind him.

He said nothing more and left the clinic calmly, leaving Wu Jianmiao staring at his departing back in a daze, with complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.

Ugh. After walking out of the clinic, Amamiya Ren immediately quickened her pace, walked into a dark alley where no one was paying attention, and huddled beside a trash can by the wall, vomiting.

The high frequency of space travel severely stimulated his senses... In order to resist the tearing of the flesh by the ultra-high-speed movement, he had to turn into a vampire. After regaining his human body, those bizarre memories were fed back to his mortal body, making Amamiya Ren feel like a rag that was stuffed into a washing machine and tumbled at high speed, filled with heavy water, and then taken out of the bucket, and then began to pour out hysterically.

It’s Monday and high school students are in their last class of the morning.

Kitagawa Vsuke sat in front of the easel, sketching a plaster statue with a pencil.

The windows on one side were already crowded with boys, who were pointing and talking at the scene on the playground, sometimes making loud noises, sometimes joking with red faces, full of the smell of adolescent hormones. Because the most beautiful girls in this school were actually taking physical education classes at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hey, look! That's Togo One-Two-Three!"

"Oh, what a beautiful lady with a classic charm."

"That transfer student Hanekawa Tsubasa is also a very pretty girl. I didn't expect that she would become a completely different person after she took off her glasses and pigtails!"

"I think Yagi Yui is cuter."

"Haha, you also like cold girls?"

"How do you know she won't show a warm smile to her boyfriend? That strong contrast, the tenderness that is exclusive to one person is super heart-warming, right?"

"What about Tomori Nao? She's got a look that's not inferior to the top girl idols!"

"What are you thinking about? I already have a boyfriend, and he's the legendary Amamiya Ren."

"You are a bunch of ordinary people. You only care about pretty girls and those unattainable goals!" Someone shouted angrily, "Can you please focus on the present?"

"What do you mean?"

"Instead of daydreaming about how to date girls, I should think about improving myself!" He finally revealed his true intentions. "Here I want to introduce my idol, my faith, my goal, and the light of my life—"

"You don't mean Amamiya Ren?"

"Correct answer! A 17-year-old genius novelist, a supernova in Tokyo's literary world, the best solution for Altus, a monster with superior academic ability, a beautiful boy rarely seen in a thousand years, with the delicate fragility of porcelain and the fiery toughness of cast iron, as clear as a mirror, the most..."

"Stop bragging. Even if you admire her, you can't be related to Amamiya Ren."

"If I could be one tenth as good as Amamiya Ren, would you still be able to talk to me like this?"

"It makes sense."

"Let me make it clear first, I'm not a fan of Amamiya Ren; but to be honest, the talented and beautiful boy with smooth muscle lines and a love for playing games is really attractive, making people want to open Twitter all the time to check his updates... But I'm not a fan of Amamiya Ren; whether it's the smooth follow-up and body movements in APEX, people can record and learn repeatedly... But I'm not a fan of Amamiya Ren; if I can't see Amamiya Ren's daily live broadcast, my life, my dreams, my academic performance, my good character and even my soul will be ruined... But I'm really not a fan of Amamiya Ren, but I'm really not a fan of Amamiya Ren; but to be honest, the setting of a talented boy in the literary world is really cool, and I have to buy three copies of each of his books... But I'm not a fan of Amamiya Ren; every day after school, I blindly refresh Twitter to wait for his latest updates... But I'm not a fan of Amamiya Ren; but I have to say that he is really easy to inspire people to stick to their ideals, I'm really not a fan of Amamiya Ren."

Kitagawa Vsuke stood up, moved the easel away, pushed the anti-myopia glasses on his nose with a creaking sound, and walked towards the window with the boys who were having a heated argument about whether Amamiya Ren was a life landmark.

"I think your understanding of Amamiya Ren is still too superficial."

Kitagawa Vsuke stopped walking, his expression solemn, like a priest presiding over a service in a church. The sun shone behind him, outlining his outline with a golden edge, and he opened his arms as if embracing the holiness of heaven, chanting religious classics.

In the classroom, all the boys held their breath and fell silent.

The art teacher who was checking the progress pushed the door open and felt as if he had accidentally walked into a cult's message site.