Tokyo Trickster

"The terrain here is too complicated, we will be besieged..." The thief took a breath, and Yassen appeared behind him, waving his claws to tear the chain on the iron door. There were many shadows in the castle that looked like knights wearing golden armor and riding red horses. If you were surrounded by these guys with fierce momentum, it would be difficult to escape.

Relying on their familiarity with the building structure, they rushed straight into the door, preparing to bypass the Knights in the main hall through the secret passage of the underground prison and reach the tower at the top of the castle.

Until this moment, Amamiya Ren still did not realize an obvious loophole outside the plan -

As a caring secretary, Lavenda has said many times that those who have formed a bond with the contractor will leave a tarot card in the Velvet Room to record the fate of the two.

The crazy Joker is the Fool, Lavenda is the Strength, and even Sakamoto Ryuji has a Chariot.

Joker once said, "I know everything you are good at, and I use it better than you."

Deep in the castle's underground, the two walked on the spiral staircase, but there was no communication between them. Only Lavenda's increasingly hot skin and heavy breathing warned Amamiya Ren that something was wrong.

Just when the thief was about to ask Lavenda about it, she hugged his neck tightly, and then her cute little face quickly moved closer, and she kissed him passionately... During the intercourse between lips and teeth, Amamiya Ren did not feel the impulse of lust at all, he only felt panic.

Because Lavenda's face had turned pink, her tortoise-shell eyes were wet, and she was staring at him obsessively, greedily demanding with her actions, as if she had indescribable affection and love... This almost morbid lust was all too familiar.

That was the curse contained in the strange story that Oshino Yoru gave him.

How could a curse that only works once on anyone be used on Lavenda?

Amamiya Ren broke free from the girl's entanglement, her eyes quickly became empty, and a psychological suggestion that had been planted several days ago was activated... Lavenda took out a tarot card from her pocket and spread it out in front of Amamiya Ren.

That is The Fool in the Velvet Room.

The clown laughed wildly on the card, and overwhelming flames burned beside him, burning the cage. The flames rushed out and burned towards Amamiya Ren, making him roll on the ground in pain trying to put them out.

The flames burned the thief's black windbreaker, revealing the crimson suit underneath.

"Amamiya Lian" slowly stood up from the ground. He elegantly tightened his tie, then snapped his fingers at Lavenda, "You can go back now, you little cutie who is in the way."

The girl returned in a daze, crawled into the ventilation duct, and came to the outside of the castle, returning to the Velvet Room.

Only then did Lavenda wake up from her dream and realize what she had done. She almost burst into tears and tried to rush out of the Velvet Room like crazy, but countless chains tightly handcuffed her limbs and bound her tightly in the prison that once restrained the clown.

One Joker fell asleep, and another Joker woke up.

The clown walked towards the castle and was ready to give the king a thrilling monologue.

He left nothing out.

023. Not a clown, but an ace

Accompanied by crazy and shrill laughter, Amamiya Ren dreamed of Naoetsu again and dreamed of the "Clown Town".

The sky is overcast.

The people there were all wearing weird and funny makeup, destroying everything they could see in the chaos... the sound of fire burning, the sound of glass and wood being broken...

He opened his eyes and laughed wildly like everyone else. A grand celebration was held, in which the clowns tied the mayor, who was sheltering the cult, to a stake, splashed him with paint, and lit matches.

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Until a woman with a baseball cap tilted on one side appeared, and she nonchalantly took the match from a clown's hand and pressed it on the painted, laughing face.

Without any warning, heavy rain fell from the sky.

The flames went out. The laughter died down. The clowns stood there like puppets, their faces covered in blood.

In the rain, the woman who claimed to be an expert in ghost stories said.

"Woyan, Woyan Izuko, that's my name. I'm here to deal with you, Joker."

The next moment, severe pain spread throughout the body, as if countless sharp blades had grown out of the bones, piercing the flesh and tearing the entire body into pieces from the inside out.

The parts before and after were all blank. Once she tried to recall, the pain that tore her whole body apart came back again, preventing Amamiya Ren from accessing that memory.

Wakko Izu is an expert in dealing with ghost stories. She skillfully killed the "Joker" who possessed Amamiya Ren, and then took away the starving little girl who was locked in the sacrifice site.

Even the power of ghost stories cannot perfectly reproduce the madman who brewed countless nightmares in the comics. What he created is just a phantom that seems to be true. In essence, it is just an alienation of "Sadako".

Shinobu, Beimu Nishu, Yingfeng Cosine and Shuzhe Zhengsine, and Woyan Izuko. They once organized a supernatural research club in the university, but before they knew it, they had become the five people who knew the most about ghost stories in this country and were the best at handling them.

The notorious "Clown Town" existed for only three days before it was destroyed.

Unfortunately, it was located near these experts in ghost stories. Beimunishu, who was proficient in deception, fabricated a false case and handed it over to the police. Izuko, who claimed to know everything, eliminated the spread of the "clown" with unknown means. With the help of his friends, Oshino Yoru used the power of ghost stories to accurately block Amamiya Ren's memory.

"Joker" died a long time ago.

So, who are you?

Amamiya Ren stood beside the suspension bridge of the underground prison, looking at the mirror-like lake below.

The water surface reflected a face without the slightest smile.

There are no clowns here.

Only Amamiya Ren.

He took off the invisible glasses on his face and threw them into the lake. The false and true memories were swept away, exposing the truth hidden in the fog.

Amamiya Ren finally remembered the purpose of learning deception from Beimunizhou - he wanted to obtain the extraordinary action and understanding that was infinitely close to the Joker in DC comics.

The moment he was locked up in the detention room, the plan he and his master had been working on for two full years was finally put into action.

Amemiya Rensa received three million yen and got the help of Beimu Nizhou and Oshino Yao. He used psychological suggestion, environment, and the power of ghost stories to create a false memory and fabricated a completely non-existent personality to replicate the existence of the "Joker".

Finally, with the advent of the Velvet Room, he succeeded.

For the first time, he deliberately let the "clown" control his body, simulating the chaotic madness. In order to prevent him from going berserk, Amamiya Ren put a shackle on him as a bottom line.

The second time, he deliberately let the "Joker" control the Velvet Room and let the impression space record his existence.

When he just entered the Velvet Room, he had already found Lavenda. Relying on her trust in the contractor, he gave her a series of psychological hints before the "Joker" used the power of the curse on her, so that she could cooperate with him in her true colors.

the third time......

Amamiya Ren took out the Fool card from the pocket of his bright red suit. The laughing madman was no longer in the picture on the card. The raging fire reflected a shattered mirror. The countless fragments represented countless consciousnesses, which together formed an absolutely chaotic personality.

"Joker," he whispered, and a brand new personality mask appeared beside him. It was the same clown with messy algae green hair and a suit. As soon as he appeared, he lay on the ground and laughed, clapping ecstatically.

The clown laughed until tears came out and the applause was warm.

Amamiya Ren looked down at herself as she continued to laugh wildly.

In this way, he successfully usurped the ability from the strange stories that was almost at the rule level.

Dr. Yosano from the health room also praised Amamiya Ren for her unparalleled talent in deceiving people.

Not only did he deceive himself, he also deceived everything around him to cooperate with him to achieve an overly bold goal.

Amamiya Ren likes the code name Joker.

Because it means "hidden trump card".

As early as two years ago, when Oshino Yao, who was afraid of getting into trouble, specifically asked him about the success rate, Amamiya Ren had already given the answer.

"I will leave nothing out."

(A lot of foreshadowing has been laid in the previous part, including but not limited to the abnormal behavior of the "Joker", the changes in the Velvet Room, and the dialogue between the "Joker" and the protagonist...Please be patient, everyone. If you think about it, you will know that I can't be the real Joker in DC, otherwise I would have robbed a bank long ago.)

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Tick, tick, tick...water dripped down her wet short hair, and her bright red suit jacket floated away with the river.

Amamiya Ren opened the manhole cover and crawled out of the sewer.

This is the prison cell where male students are detained. Various novel corporal punishment facilities constitute this hell of physical training that strengthens the body and tempers the will.

"(A miserable cat's cry)" Amamiya Ren seemed to hear a voice that did not belong to a human among the cries of pain.

"(miserable cat's meow)" The sound became louder and louder.

The thief went to check it out out of curiosity.

It was an execution room with its gate open. A humanoid cat that I had met once before was running furiously on a treadmill that was a little too big for its body.

"Morgana?"

"Mr. Amemiya, please save us!!!" Morgana wailed, and a soldier behind it came with a long whip and whipped it fiercely.

The humanoid cat who claimed to be a first-class thief was knocked to the ground by the whip, and the high-speed rolling tracks of the treadmill threw it away and it fell heavily on the rough stone brick wall.

The soldier ignored Morgana's intention. He threw away the whip, took off the sword and shield from behind, and was about to rush out of the room to fight with Amamiya Ren.

"Yasen." A bloody demon emerged from the void, holding a musket in his hand. With a flash of fire, the soldier who had just taken a step was exploded into black mist.

Times have changed, the iron shell of the Middle Ages. Amamiya Ren dispersed her own personality mask, walked into the room and picked up the wounded Morgana, "How were you caught?"

"We..." The humanoid cat was about to explain the whole story, but suddenly his expression changed, "Watch out behind you!"

A shadow soldier emerged from the ceiling, transforming from gas to liquid and finally condensing into a solid body, swinging a broad two-handed sword to stab Amamiya Ren.

This time, Arsen did not show up. In Amamiya Ren's hand, black mist suddenly appeared and turned into the smoothbore rifle used by the demon just now. He moved his body neatly and stuffed the barrel of the gun into the jaw of the attacker.

boom.

There was a sudden roar of flames. The head wearing the steel helmet exploded like a watermelon, and the air rushed violently.

Morgana was dumbfounded, "You...you took the personality mask...?!"

Amamiya Ren blew away the non-existent heat from the muzzle of the gun, and casually hung it on the side of the belt of his trousers. "There's nothing strange about this. Personality masks are made up of our spirit and emotions. It's only reasonable for us to use our own power as we wish."

"That doesn't make sense at all!" Morgana was furious, his blue cat eyes widened. "How can someone break their own personality into pieces and use them again? I... I have never heard of such a thing!"

"Now you have not only heard it, but you have seen it with your own eyes."

Seeing that Morgana didn't seem to be able to walk easily, Amamiya Ren simply lifted it by the scruff of the neck and continued moving.

The sound of dense footsteps could be heard coming from all around the prison. The soldiers' heavy armor stepped on the stone brick floor, and the metal clanged against the rough rocks.

Before being surrounded, Amamiya Ren raised her gun and pointed it at the partition door between the prison and the cellar and pulled the trigger. No bullet was needed, and a flash of light splashed, smashing the tightly locked door lock. The use of personality masks will consume the physical and mental strength of its holder.

Outside the cellar is a huge open space, with waterfalls of water gushing out from holes in the wall, and dozens of channels opened up on the walls on both sides. This is the castle's underground water system.

Amamiya Ren kicked the ground hard, dragged Morgana towards the rushing underground river, and swung a hook made of mist in mid-air and pierced into the ceiling. The man and the cat reached the other side in a nearly flying posture. Then he pinched the hook into a curved dagger, cut open the filter cover of the drain, and then bent down to drill in. This superb use of the personality mask has shocked Morgana to numbness. The life of a cat is short, and I have never seen a monster that can piece together and disassemble its own personality like Lego blocks. World

*种

"His Majesty Kamoshida has new orders!" The knight in golden armor rode a Belgian heavy draft horse covered with red tumors to the palace under the tower, "You are now forbidden to go out and search. You must focus on guarding this place. Anyone who dares to break in will be killed without mercy."

He ordered soldiers to guard the doors and windows, and even arranged for people to watch the ventilation ducts... Kamoshida had discovered that thieves had used the castle's pipeline system to transfer.

But it doesn't matter. His Majesty the King cannot allow anyone to enter his private harem.

Kamoshida carefully stuffed a golden trophy into the deepest part of the treasury, then locked it tightly. As the door of the treasury closed, he breathed a sigh of relief, threw off his thick cotton cloak, and walked towards the rooftop of the tower with his furry thighs.

From here, the whole castle can be seen. The king opened his arms like he was embracing the sky. Satisfied with the absolute domination and rule, he returned to his own bedroom.

In the bedroom with a decadent atmosphere, naked girls were playing around lying on a bed several meters wide.

These girls who boldly reveal their most primitive biological instincts are all students of Shujin High School. Of course, they are just fictional creatures that exist only in Kamoshida's consciousness.

The king took out a wet volleyball from under the bed, and with a greasy and intoxicated smile, he threw the volleyball at the girls on the bed, causing them to scream in pain.

At the same time.

Amamiya Ren and Morgana were crawling deep into the castle, which had a complex terrain.

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Dry weather: 025. Volleyball Murder Part

The wet steps covered with moss, the smelly stone walls, pushing up the wind shield of the ventilation duct, and crawling forward in the rusty pipes.

"Mr. Amemiya, what exactly are you doing here?" Morgana whispered, causing an echo in the pipe.

"Steal the secret treasure."

"So do I..." Morgana chose his words carefully, "I know where the secret treasure might be hidden."

"So you will be in jail," Amamiya Ren said, indicating that she could cooperate, and then pulled the big cat from behind to the front of her, "You lead the way."

The castle's plumbing system was so complicated that his back and waist ached from climbing all the way up.

It took about half an hour to reach the destination.

After a clanging sound, Morgana used his claws to pry off the rusty screws, and the man and the cat entered the palace in the center of the castle.

But as soon as the two thieves jumped to the ground, they looked at each other with the four soldiers below.

Amamiya Ren glanced at Morgana expressionlessly, "Is this the route you're taking?"

Morgana was sweating profusely, "I can explain it."

"Forget it, you don't need to explain." The musket in Amamiya Lian's hand kept changing between the dagger and the hook, and then disappeared at a certain moment. A sentry sounded the siren a little further away, and the soldiers in the entire palace were approaching quickly.

"Although you intentionally concealed the information about the materialization of the secret treasure... it doesn't matter," he said slowly, "Now the secret treasure of this palace has become a physical entity. I sent a warning letter to Mr. King in reality."