Tokyo Trickster

The barrier that blocked the eyes and ears of ordinary people quietly opened a gap, and Xiu Jin's student union president left carefully, holding a briefcase.

Shinjima accepted the invitation of the Phantom Thieves and joined the logistics team as an "assistant". Her first task was to collect information about "bullying, blackmail" and other incidents on campus and report them to Sophia after verifying the authenticity.

As soon as Shinjima left and before Amamiya Ren could say a few words to Shiomi Kotone, his cell phone rang. It was Okumura Haru.

"Answer it, why not?" Xijian Qinyin looked at him with a smile.

Amamiya Ren hesitated for two seconds, but still answered the phone, "Okumura-senpai, what's going on?"

"Well..." Okumura Haru's voice was a little shy, "This weekend...are you free? There's a new movie coming out soon, shall we go see it together?"

Amamiya Ren looked at Shiomi Kotone.

His girlfriend smiled and nodded at him.

"That's something I'll have to think about," Amamiya Ren felt cold all over, "I might be very busy on the weekend."

"Oh, then... let's find another opportunity next time!" Okumura Haru replied disappointedly.

Amamiya Ren had just put her phone away, but before she finished, she got a call from Yoshizawa Kasumi, "Amamiya-senpai, do you want to go shopping together this weekend?"

Shiomi Kotone's smile did not diminish at all.

"Maybe not."

"Oh, I see..." There was a ping-pong sound coming from Fang Ze Xia's place. It was probably Fang Ze Jin who was snatching the phone from her.

Amamiya Ren took the opportunity to hang up the phone.

"Anything else?" Xijian Qinyin crossed her arms and looked at him with a half-smile.

"It's gone, it's really gone." The thief felt a little guilty.

Then his phone rang for the third time. It was Alice.

"Joker~" The girl's clear voice came from the receiver.

"I'm listening, I'm listening." Amamiya Ren thought, you, Shionji Ariko, you can't ask me out on a date too, right?

"Can you come to my house this weekend? I have something very important to discuss with you." Alice said.

Amamiya Ren broke out in a cold sweat because Lavenda had walked out of the Velvet Room at some point, sat on the desk with her smooth legs crossed, and looked at him with a smile.

Shiomi Kotone applauded Amamiya Ren, "As expected of a trickster, you are so charming."

"Thank you, thank you." The thief was sweating profusely.

Cong Yupiao was behind him, poking his earlobe with her finger angrily.

In the shadow, Shinobu Oshino yawned, then wrapped herself in the quilt and continued to sleep without interest.

Spring is a good time of year, but it is also the peak season for spring flu. The Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital across the street is overcrowded.

After finally getting out of the devil's lair, Amamiya Ren limped onto the street.

He looked up at the fiery dusk in the sky. The setting sun was wrapped in the sea of ​​clouds and pressed down by the moonlight. He stammered, unable to utter a word, and was about to be pressed into the deep night.

I took the train back to my apartment in Shibuya.

Empty room.

turn on computer.

Familiar friends are still online.

【】：Battlefield V is launching.

I'm about to be killed by Chun-Li's Lian: This game is not fun to play.

【】: Now you are controlling four accounts, what do you say?

Chun Li is about to kill Lian: Isn’t this your basic operation?

【】: What I mean is, you better come online quickly, my left and right brain is about to split apart.

Is she going to be killed by Chun Li's set of Lian?

【】：Bai fell asleep, and I could only fight on my own with my hands and feet.

Amamiya Ren entered the game. On a cold spring night, at least there were friends to play games with.

Lavenda and Shiomi Kotone are not going home today...they girls said they were going to have a secret meeting and expel him from the country.

(A brief explanation of the recent slow updates: I was hospitalized due to myocarditis complicated by influenza A, and I had no money, so I opened two short stories of 30 to 40 words on Uma Musume to make some money for the medical expenses. And because the plot involved the Ace Attorney part... I forgot everything, and I'm re-setting it.)

17-year-old Ace: 231. Shibuya Street

The snow can be seen melting in the green mountains. The swirling waterfall sings a song from the clouds to the foot of the mountain. The moment it falls into the pool, it is like a thunder in the endless chaos. In the misty white fog, a gust of wind rises, and the willow trees scatter into invisible catkins.

Then a burly man with a red face and long beard walked out of the pond holding a Green Dragon Crescent Blade. He strode forward and glared at the approaching enemy troops, "Who dares to stop me?!"

"Second brother," the elegant scholar holding a double-edged sword walked behind him, "The King of Western Chu has finally been resurrected. We can't waste time here."

Click, click. The sound of the handle shaking. The Guandao and the two swords faced the thousands of troops.

In the noisy video game hall, Amamiya Ren quickly slapped the game board in front of him. Liu Bei in the screen transformed into the swordmaster in "Warcraft" and shouted "Bladestorm!" and started charging forward, leaving behind corpses with their heads and bodies cut off wherever he passed.

Sakamoto Ryuji controlled Guan Yu to ride on a warhorse, waving the Guandao in his hand back and forth in the crowd, killing the group of Yellow Turban bandits and making them completely defeated.

Then willow catkins filled the sky and corpses were everywhere.

Liu Xuande and Guan Yu stood shoulder to shoulder, crossed the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and walked towards a shining tomorrow together.

That's how it should be.

The thief was sitting on a plastic stool with a pocky in his mouth.

Ryuji Sakamoto stood up expressionlessly and said that his mother wanted to see him about something.

Shiomi Kotone sat next to Amamiya Ren, "Is the game fun?"

"Yeah." Amamiya Ren said gloomily.

"Smile?"

Amamiya Ren did as she was told.

Xijian Qinyin patted his head in satisfaction, then reached into his pocket and stuffed a plate of energy capsules, "You are allowed to eat this tonight."

The thief's face turned pale. "Can we do it solo?"

"Hehe." The lovely girlfriend kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth, "Guess?"

After completing this old arcade game, the two continued to wander around the arcade, and soon their eyes fell on "Street Fighter 6".

"The Solo you wanted."

"Well... let's forget about it." Amamiya Ren was worried that she wouldn't be able to control her strong desire to win and would beat Shiomi Kotone until she was dizzy.

"Look down on me?"

"Yeah." Amamiya Ren nodded honestly, "Street Fighter is really boring, let's go catch some rag dolls, shall we?"

"Then why don't you say let's go to Disneyland to see Winnie the Pooh and his friends."

"Good idea, let's go now." The thief hurriedly took Shiomi Kotone away from this place of trouble.

If you really play Street Fighter, the outcome can't be determined by one or two rounds. You have to use "nights" as the unit of measurement.

******

"Busy this weekend?" Nao Tomouri, with her white hair tied into a ponytail, sat on the left side of Amamiya Ren.

The hair was carefully combed into a bunch, highlighting the slenderness and fragility of the neck.

The reporter took out a chocolate bar and handed it to Amamiya Ren.

Kotone Shiomi didn't show any disgusted expression. She leaned back in her chair with a glass of lemonade, looking up at the roller coaster spinning at high speed above her head. The screams and cheers of the crowd merged into a grand noise.

"I'm not busy now," she thought for a moment, and explained to another "girlfriend" of Amamiya Ren, "You should know that our business scope is a bit large."

After all, the relationship between Tomori Nao and Amamiya Ren is only nominal, and further development...

We can't say it doesn't exist, we can only say it can be ignored.

Tomori Nao was not satisfied, "I am also a member of the Phantom Thieves."

"There is a difference between the logistics team and the execution team." Xijian Qinyin's words had some hidden meaning.

How can you call someone a spare tire like this? Amamiya Ren sweatdropped.

He felt that even if Nao Tomori rushed up and fought with Kotone Shiomi the next moment, it was a predictable result.

But Nao Tomori endured it, it seemed like she could endure anything.

Just a few days ago, a girl named Hanekawa Tsubasa found the apartment rented by Tomori Nao and discussed a lot of secret matters such as "becoming a regular member of the Phantom Thieves" and "Amamiya Ren's special hobby", which scared her.

By the time Nao Tomori came to her senses, Hanekawa Tsubasa had already left, leaving behind a photo of Amamiya Ren lifting weights shirtless in the gym.

The reporter couldn't sleep at night as she looked at the tense photo. Her face was red and her heart was beating faster, but she couldn't see the person.

I was thinking of going to Disneyland to collect materials over the weekend, and I ran into Amamiya Ren.

Bang, bang. The roller coaster rubs against the track at high speed, making a clear sound.

Amamiya Lian suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Hmm?" Xijian Qinyin was still sipping lemonade.

"Let's go see Winnie the Pooh and his friends."

"Are you serious?" Xijian Qinyin couldn't believe that a 17-year-old boy could say such a thing.

"Then why did we take the train to Chiba specifically to find the filming location for "My Teen Romantic Comedy Is Wrong, As I Expected"? "Amamiya Ren sneered, "Winnie the Pooh may seem childish to elementary school students, but for a high school student like me, it's just right!"

17-year-old Ace: Officially resurrected on November 11

I am finally done with all the work I have to do recently.

I will be officially resurrected tomorrow, and I will update 6k words at that time. I will resume the update speed later.

After taking a close look at the outline, I discovered that there are nearly twenty events to be written about in this book. Assuming that one event is 6 to 10 words... after calculating various daily events, epilogues, and OO extras, it seems that it is reaching an exaggerated number.

17-year-old Ace: 232. Amamiya Ren's review of Akechi Goro

The next day.

Amamiya Ren pushed away Oshino Shinobu who was sitting on her back and eating a donut, "Stop it, my phone is ringing."

The vampire princess licked the crumbs on her fingertips and lay nonchalantly in his arms, "This kind of thing is irrelevant, why not coax me to sleep first."

"Where are you from?" The windows of Amamiya Ren's bedroom are closed and the curtains are drawn during the day to prevent a vampire who likes to sleep in his bed from being burned to ashes.

Cong Yu was searching the closet for Amamiya Ren's suit and tie.

Today is the latest episode of the popular TV show "Searching for the Phantom Thieves of the Heart". Perhaps there is nothing else to do, so the production team simply invited Amamiya Ren back to chat with the audience and ask when the new script will be released.

As soon as the thief answered the phone, he said that the new script would be on their desk within a week.

at the same time.

Tokyo. Shinjuku area. Kabukicho.

For a long time, "Kabukicho" was known as the largest red-light district in Asia and one of the most prosperous entertainment centers in Tokyo.

From late night to dawn, there is an endless stream of people wandering here. This is truly a city that never sleeps.

It is close to Shinjuku Station and is densely populated with cinemas, bars, entertainment shops, nightclubs, love hotels and other facilities, and is also known as the "sleepless street".

Morgana went into the storage room of a Western restaurant with a black letter in his mouth.

The sun in the early spring morning and afternoon seemed a little listless, hanging on the top of the tall buildings like a tepid boiled egg. The warm yellow sunlight was neither hot nor warm on the body, but when blown by the cold wind from the bay, it made people shiver with cold. The chill penetrated into the skin as the light shone on the chest, making people involuntarily hold their collars tightly and hurriedly pass by the street corner where the sirens were blaring.

Kabukicho in the daytime is tiring, after a night of fun, the buildings and pedestrians here are filled with a kind of fatigue and emptiness that penetrates deep into the bones and comes out of the eyes. The staff on shift clean up the noise of the previous night in the messy and empty storefronts.

Brooms and rags can clean the dirt floating on the tables and chairs, but they cannot clean the filth that this street represents. They flow out from the holes in the hearts of the people, gather in the clouds and winds of the sky, and cover the entire Shinjuku like a heavy veil.

The black cat carefully opened the window.

It placed the envelope where the cook would be sure to notice it when reaching for the spice jar.

That's it. It heaved a sigh of relief, its blue cat eyes moving in the dim room until...

Morgana saw the strange pattern pasted on the window.

Is this a window paper-cut? It felt that the pattern was really creepy. Oh, now I remember, this is the symbol of a cult organization active in the Tokyo area that it had seen on a TV show before.

Unable to stay any longer, Morgana recorded the window paper-cut with the camera hanging around his neck, closed the window, and left the restaurant through the gap in the railing of the small balcony that was full of work clothes.