Tokyo Trickster

"It is possible that Goro Akechi was involved in this conspiracy. Of course, there is a certain possibility that he was a 'victim'."

"Two people have already died. Are we really not going to take action... Well, I know that being anxious won't save anyone..." Shiomi Kotone sighed. "Sakamoto Ryuji and the others should have reached the depths of the impression space."

Amamiya Ren had a puzzled expression on her face. "Actually, Kitagawa Vsuke tried to have Morgana contact me two hours ago."

"The first female artist who was 'shot' was not dead. Kitagawa Vsuke found her shadow in the memory space. A person who died in the surveillance live broadcast that the gangster accidentally leaked, her real landmark was actually a large shopping mall in Ginza." The thief explained to his girlfriend, "The same is true for the second victim."

"There are so many mysteries," Shiomi Kotone also regained her composure.

"So let's look forward to Goro Akechi's performance." Amamiya Ren hugged Kotone Shiomi's shoulders, "I'm sure Mr. Shido Masayoshi won't just sit there and watch his most powerful weapon die."

"Then where are we going now?"

"Have you heard of Ichiran Ramen, the 'Guinness World Record'? It's a ramen shop famous for its over-sized barbecued pork and perfect assembly line operations. We're going to have dinner here today," Amamiya Ren took out two tickets, "I've reserved two seats here for eight hours. During this time, we're going to wait for a guy who might need to repent."

"I guess it's about the construction team at Disneyland. They're so busy." Shiomi Kotone sighed. "We're only in the first year of high school, right?"

"Busy, everyone is busy, it's better to be busy."

The Phantom Thief casually evaded the topic, saying that he was truly a top-notch employee under Philemon, but he just didn't know when he would get his bonus.

17-year-old Ace: 251. Weak and helpless but useful

The spacious hall was littered with bullet holes and scorch marks from fire.

The young and beautiful female models squatted in the corner, miserably imagining their impending end.

The robbers were standing at the door with their backs to them. Only a burly man wearing a mask and holding a pistol was sitting behind the counter. His cloudy eyes fell on these beautiful girls.

This group of thugs with their faces covered and guns in hand actually showed an amazing level of discipline. They did not make any moves towards these beautifully dressed girls, but just waited quietly for the police representatives to come and negotiate - unfortunately, according to the ethos of the Metropolitan Police Department of this country, this process was destined to be quite long.

Suddenly, the leader behind the counter stood up and walked towards Goro Akechi, who was knocked unconscious and thrown in the corner of the room.

The reporters and police behind the surveillance cameras were immediately nervous, while Goro Akechi's fans began to frantically attack the Metropolitan Police Department for its incompetence and corruption on the Internet.

They watched helplessly as the famous detective Goro Akechi was tied up and thrown into the bathroom.

The faucet was turned on, and cold tap water rushed to Goro Akechi's face through the rubber tube. The smell of alum... Goro Akechi opened his eyes with difficulty, and a familiar figure was reflected in his blurred vision, and he immediately felt creepy. There was a sharp pain in his knee... It was just an illusion.

Adachi Toru?!

But he immediately realized that the other party was just a fake pretending to be Adachi Toru.

Time, place, events...Goro Akechi determined that this was Shido's legitimate plan.

His heart was immediately relieved.

Goro Akechi saw through the mirror on the sink the secret sign the man behind him was making with his sleeves.

He immediately understood that this was to lure the Phantom Thieves to appear, and by the way, he could also use the live surveillance broadcast to portray himself as a young hero who solved major criminal cases and saved citizens.

The Phantom Thieves of the Minds are a rather terrible opponent for Shido Masayoshi - he has determined that the principle of this secret society with unclear motives and "chivalrous and righteous" in making evil people repent is "cognitive absolutism".

As a result, the Phantom Thieves of the Minds became a difficult problem that Shido Zhengyi had to deal with.

According to the Phantom Thieves' logic of action, they will definitely not let go of these criminals who do evil in public... This is a carefully constructed stage, and the actors are the Phantom Thieves of the Mind and Goro Akechi.

Shido Masayoshi firmly believes that Goro Akechi can defeat the Phantom Thieves. Even the inner world of those famous bigwigs cannot withstand his assassination, let alone a group of thieves who have only recently become active in the public eye?

But what Goro Akechi, who was forced to be tied up in a funny posture, did not see was that the man who pressed him against the sink and kept pouring cold water on his face took out his cell phone behind him and dialed a number without leaving a trace, and then immediately turned it off.

Even though he was thinking, Goro Akechi was almost suffocating. He felt that this play had been going on for too long, and if it continued like this, the "genius detective boy who saves the female stars" would die at the hands of criminals.

Being loved by a bunch of teenage idols at such a young age is definitely an experience worth bragging about, Akechi Goro thought smugly.

In the hall, a girl with golden hair and skin as white as snow, wearing a complicated and heavy dress, carefully looked at the burly men with guns. After confirming that the murderous intent was genuine, her inner panic reached its peak.

Gao Juan Xing curled up with a sad face, trying her best to be like her colleagues around her and not attract any attention.

If I had known earlier, I would not have been so greedy to develop in the entertainment industry... Gao Juan An wanted to travel through time and space back to before spring break, and slap herself who was persuaded by the agent of Atlus Agency, and then point at her nose and spit loudly: "Gao Juan An, why don't you look in the mirror to see how much you weigh, do you think you can survive in this entertainment industry?"

Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the girls in the hall were immediately frightened, but the strong men standing in front of the door of the hall were like a high wall of fire, dangerous and insurmountable.

......

The skin on Niijima Chao's wrist seemed to be scratched and stung.

She forced herself to calmly assess the situation: a strange house, her hands restrained by handcuffs, no usable communication equipment, and across the door, a tall and burly man was bullying the frequent visitor to the Metropolitan Police Department, Akechi Goro. Just one glance would tell that his physique was definitely not something that could be obtained in a gym or through normal exercise.

My thoughts were racing, but I found a key lying not far from me.

The window shook, as if a black cat had quietly left.

Niijima put on handcuffs.

Suddenly, there was a snap, as if they had anticipated her waking up and had set up a tripwire. After she sat up, she pulled the tripwire mechanism, and a can flew high into the air and then fell to the ground.

......

Click. The sound of bullets being loaded, the leader walked out of the bathroom, raised a Glock pistol in his right hand, and then punched to block the kick from behind the load-bearing column.

"Investigator Niijima, you woke up at a really bad time. You even managed to break free from the handcuffs?" This was an interesting question.

The muscular man, who was not muscular but very strong, pulled out a military dagger from his coat and threw it to Niijima Tsuyoshi. "Although it is unexpected, this is also part of the plan." He deliberately said this to Niijima Tsuyoshi.

He shook his head and said, "According to the implementation of the plan, you are useless now... Whatever I do to you can be regarded as a suitable reward?" He said something that Xindao Huiqi couldn't understand, "In short, this fight is necessary, and what I want to do to you after the fight is reasonable. I have long wanted to try the taste of the cold beauty of the headquarters."

"Are you soldiers from the Self-Defense Forces?!"

"Don't try to tip off the outside world. The surveillance here doesn't have a recording function. As for them..." The leader shrugged helplessly and glanced at the female artists in the hall. "They don't know what you're going to face next. At most, they will come to the conclusion that 'the beauty investigator of our headquarters, Niijima Ai Krypton, is here.'"

A black cat squatted by the window, licking its paws impatiently.

And no one in the hall noticed that a layer of dark and faint light slowly spread from under the ground inside the wall of the building. The light climbed along the wall like maggots, and soon completely isolated the space inside and outside.

As soon as the leader finished speaking, his expression froze. He quickened his pace, then punched the wall hard, blood oozing from the wound on his finger, and then he gasped heavily.

As soon as Goro Akechi, who was handcuffed to the sink, looked up, he saw the scene behind him through the mirror. It was deep red and distorted, with a strange glare.

There is no more golden and magnificent appearance here, this is the impression space of Tokyo.

The young man with dyed yellow hair and a skull mask shrugged his shoulders and held a metal baseball bat in his hand. He hit the shadow standing in the middle of the hall on the top of its head.

The shadow fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

The blue-haired boy in fox costume drew out a katana and approached the handcuffed Goro Akechi.

"Who are you?!" Goro Akechi said solemnly.

The young man in a red suit, who looked dignified but a little bit showy, drew out a thin and long rapier and said, "I am the Sky Dragon of Olysses, he is the Giant God Soldier of Obelisk, and he is the Winged Dragon of the Sun God."

"We are--" Ryuji Sakamoto grabbed Kitagawa Vsuke's shoulder.

"The Phantom Thieves of the Minds?" Goro Akechi's personality mask helped him break free.

"We are..." Sakamoto Ryuji's voice disappeared, and he looked at Araragi Koyomi, "How do we solve this problem? The formula is not written."

Araragi Koyomi sighed, "Now that things have come to this, there's no way I can keep it a secret any longer."

He bent his waist suddenly and put his hands out like a Noh actor, "The Phantom Thieves of the Heart, Gomi!"

"The Phantom Thieves of the Mind, Fox!" Kitagawa Vsuke cooperated and raised his katana, assuming a mid-range stance.

"The Phantom Thieves of the Mind, Skuuuuul!!!" Ryuji Sakamoto stretched out the last syllable and swung the baseball bat.

"We have a perfect match in teamwork!" The boys high-fived, then rushed towards Goro Akechi, singing and dancing.

17-year-old Ace: 252. Because I am an expert

Warm lights and partitions between tables cut out diamond-shaped shadows. A copper bell tied to a red rope blocks the shop staff from peeping into the dark side of the world. This is a man-made ghost story made by Beimu Nizhou, which can partially eliminate the user's sense of existence.

Amamiya Ren raised the porcelain bowl and looked at the char siu inside. He sighed heavily, "Pierre Bourdieu said in his book Distinction: When it comes to food and eating choices, the working class emphasizes a pleasant and informal environment and rejects the affectation and restraint of middle-class culture. On the contrary, the middle class pays more attention to the quality, style, presentation, aesthetics and other habits of food."

"I know you're feeling distressed right now," Shiomi Kotone calmly drank a bowl of soup, "Self-consolation is not very useful, so you should just observe the contractor of the construction team."

"He hasn't arrived yet," Amamiya Ren lamented, "and I've already eaten two bowls of ramen."

"Eat another bowl, you have a big appetite anyway," Shiomi Kotono often gets up early to make lunch boxes for this guy. She is well aware of Amamiya Ren's appetite. After all, this guy's daily amount of exercise is extraordinary, and he often moves hundreds of kilometers in the impression space.

Their conversation went unnoticed by the staff until Amamiya Ren took off the copper bell and shouted, "Another bowl of barbecued pork." Faced with the diners who had paid a large sum of money to buy two seats and waited for eight hours, the head chef did not dare to be negligent and quickly served a bowl of hot barbecued pork. With such speed and efficiency, it is not an exaggeration to call him the "Barbecue Immortal."

Amamiya Ren chewed the hot barbecued pork and hung the copper bell on the red string again. "Thinking carefully, Ryuji and the others should be about to solve the incident."

"Is Akechi Goro so weak?" Shiomi Kotone was speechless.

"Based on my personal experience... one Sakamoto Ryuji can probably beat two Akechi Gorous," Amamiya Ren described, "but the three of them together couldn't last more than five minutes under your hands. In other words, Akechi Goro might not survive a single fight with you."

"Yaldabaoth, just treat this guy as your 'archenemy'," Shiomi Kotone's face was full of disappointment. She was already full, so she put the empty porcelain bowl on the table, took out her mobile phone and started browsing the comments on Amamiya Ren's blog.

"According to K's original plan, I should have come to Tokyo in my second year of high school," Amamiya Ren picked up a piece of barbecued pork with chopsticks and shook it in the light. Some light pink fat lines could be seen in the brown meat. "The 'enemy' arranged by K has not yet grown to the height planned."

"Height?" Shiomi Kotone gestured with chopsticks, "Is Morgana that tall?"

"It's a bit harsh, but I like it." The thief went around the partition and handed the barbecued pork to his girlfriend.

Shiomi Kotone handed the char siu back, "It's tiring to stay in shape."

At this time, the store door opened, and a middle-aged man dressed in the dark, carrying a briefcase and sitting down arrogantly, he looked almost provocatively at the old man who was the store manager and chef in the kitchen, and then those guys in staff uniforms began to pull the diners in the store.

When a restaurant becomes too famous and brings a certain amount of economic benefits to the area, it will also be the focus of greedy people. As long as the desire is strong enough, it will be dragged by things existing in the dark side of society and cause tragedies that should not have happened.

Xijian Qinyin pulled her baseball cap lowered. She stood up and left her seat on her own initiative, walking away hurriedly with her head down. If she was molested by those thugs disguised as employees... she couldn't guarantee that there would be only a few people left standing in the store with their limbs intact.

Amamiya Ren took off the copper bell, tied it to her sleeve, and observed the visitor's expression with interest.

"Kenichi Katsume, the organizer of the recently famous construction team 'Katsume Ichiban', has participated in the process of many large-scale construction projects and has an excellent resume. He is currently planning to create a 'new concept commercial district' in the city." They hope that this "Ichiran Ramen" can become part of the commercial district. This means that they want to take away the fame and profits accumulated by this store so far, strangle the efforts of all the employees here, and incorporate it into a behemoth used to make quick money.

Of course, some time ago, the "Tokyo Disneyland Renovation Project" they participated in failed to withstand the test of earthquakes, and the earthquake resistance level was seriously substandard, and a series of "defects" were found in the load-bearing structure. But this incident did not trigger a large-scale discussion, as if there was an invisible giant hand on the Internet, quietly erasing those traces of evil, and then deviating the direction of public opinion.

The thief was no longer interested in observing him, so he said goodbye to the chefs and patted the wrist of the waiter who was delivering the meal without leaving a trace. The waiter didn't notice that a letter with red letters on a black background was already lying in his sleeve.

Following the tactic of "first courtesy, then force", Katsume Kenichi ordered a few bowls of barbecued pork noodles. A tray with four porcelain bowls was placed on his table. The waiter hurriedly took another tray from the kitchen and went to the next customer.

The construction contractor who disregarded the safety of the citizens looked at the tray and saw a strange letter of warning that appeared in it.

【Personally addressed to Mr. Kenichi Katsume. 】

【――The Phantom Thieves of the Heart. 】

......

In the image space, Goro Akechi in ball form is moving at high speed in orbit. The Phantom Thieves of the Mind are chasing him in a cat car.

The literal meaning of the ball shape. Kitagawa Vsuke used the ability of [Ishikawa Gouyou] to pinch a high-strength hollow ice ball and stuffed Goro Akechi into it, while Araragi Koyomi used the ability of [Sisyriphus] to keep the ice ball in a constant state at all times. Sakamoto Ryuji sat in the passenger seat, and when he saw Goro Akechi was about to stop, he swung the iron chain to hit the ice ball. If he couldn't hit it, he let Morgana speed up and hit it.

Goro Akechi was falling and bumping around in the ice hockey, and due to the intense humiliation, he has now completely lost consciousness.

How come I can't beat anyone? He squeezed out such a sad and angry voice in his heart.

Bang. Morgana hit the ice ball, and Goro Akechi in ball form flew deep into the memory space until he flew out of the exit of the tram station and landed in the separated Xiaozhongda's mind palace.

"Is it really okay for us to do this?"

"Anyway, they are in cahoots with each other, so their lives won't be in danger," Sakamoto Ryuji yawned. "Why not send them in and let Akechi Goro help step on all the traps? According to the route map drawn by Amamiya Ren, this location is full of explosives..."

Faint and shrill screams were heard from outside the exit of the tram station.

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at the same time.

The gangsters looked a little stunned at their struggling expressions.

Bang. The door of the cinema was finally broken open by the police who arrived late. The fully armed police rushed into the room with guns and blast shields. They received instructions through the headphones and quickly surrounded the Niijima dropout.

Then a team was immediately sent out to search the floor. A wooden door of a cleaning room was opened, and they saw the woman in charge of the TV station, the mother of the famous female chess player Togo Ichimi. They handcuffed her without explanation and roughly escorted her out of the cleaning room.

Xiao, Zhong and Da's reaction was extremely quick. As soon as the perpetrator behaved strangely, they immediately notified the company's reporters to "expose the incident".

He looked at the calls from Shitong Zhengyi that kept popping up on his phone and simply ignored them.

After tonight, he would no longer have to act according to Shi Tong Zhengyi's expression.

When the TV station director who has been against him is sentenced to a heavy sentence, he will try to release the troublesome lawyer in prison, give him some evidence about the death of "Ayazato Chihiro", and induce him to investigate further... The Metropolitan Police Department will have a handle on him. As long as the series of old guys still want to spend their old age in peace, they will fight against Kozhongda and Naruhodō Ryuichi at the risk of their lives.

It was a wonderful night. Xiao Zhongda stood in front of the French window in his office and filled a tulip glass with champagne, a symbol of victory.

"To victory." He raised his glass triumphantly and toasted his own blurry reflection in the glass.

17-year-old Ace: 253. Daily life of gradual explosion

An ordinary high school student named Anne Takamaki comes to the Metropolitan Police Department.

Sitting opposite her was a kind-faced female police officer, who spoke in a gentle tone, "Ms. Gao Juan, can you describe what happened to you at the TV station?" Before she said this, a psychologist had already given Gao Juan Xing relevant guidance and comfort.

Gao Juan An was still somewhat frightened. She held her head and painfully recalled the scenes filled with the roar of explosions and the cries of girls.

The sharp sound of the bullet leaving the chamber, the clatter of those long boots hitting the ground, and the low growl mixed with the Kanto accent, this is the horror that she can never forget.