Tokyo Trickster

The terrorists seemed to have a more important plan. They did not defile any girl, but killed all the security guards, kidnapped an investigator and the TV station's manager, and then started a standoff with the police.

But the subsequent changes in events exceeded the expectations of every follower.

The Metropolitan Police Department's investigator, Niijima Yoshiro, believes that the TV station's manager is the mastermind behind the case... It seems that the mafia is involved, and each suspect has a different story in the news reports. The whole case seems confusing.

After hesitating for a moment, Takamaki An nodded to her. This was the timidity and worry that an ordinary female high school student should show. "I am participating in the filming of "Tokyo Fashion Show - Behind the Scenes" on TV with the help of Atlus Office..."

The morning sun shines through the window, dispelling the morning mist and shining into the room through the white floor-to-ceiling glass windows, driving away the gloom in the room. It is just an ordinary day. Takamaki An, who wants to catch up with her idol, found her opportunity in the agency, dressed up for an hour, and then took a taxi to climb the ladder to realize her dream.

Perhaps because of Amamiya Ren's reputation, Takamaki An, who works for Atlus, received preferential treatment from the TV station. She was arranged to stay in the dressing rooms of senior artists, and was able to learn all kinds of valuable knowledge before going on stage. For example, she should use different methods to treat different fans, or she should make various poses to "maintain a sense of distance and camera sense" when facing cameras from different angles.

After her shy self-introduction, she unexpectedly received warm greetings from those seniors... The reason was simple, because Takamaki An and the legendary Amamiya Ren were classmates.

Even though they knew that their relationship was not close, and could even be said to be strangers, and that this was only their one collaboration, it was enough to make these girl idols feel extremely excited.

In Tokyo's entertainment industry, everyone regards Amamiya Ren as a role model. But his success cannot be replicated. He is the only talented young man who has made a name for himself in the literary world and wants to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry.

The arduous filming work lasted from morning to afternoon. It was the first time that Gao Juanxing was so tired that she had to eat in public without caring about her image. Cold rice covered with a thin layer of ham and drizzled with some soy sauce was the simple and quick lunch for the TV station.

"Ms. Takamaki, what kind of boy do you think 'Kurisu Akatsuki' is?" A staff member of the fashion show came up to Takamaki An curiously.

Takamaki looked around and saw that the girls around her were all looking at her with kindness. "My knowledge of Amamiya-san is actually limited to the Internet... because he rarely stays in school for more than three hours. Sometimes he just asks for leave. There are only a few times in a semester when I can see him. In addition, we don't have much interaction, so the answer I give may not deviate too much from your perception."

A middle-aged woman who looked like a photographer came over, and the idols immediately put down their lunch boxes and bowed to her. "Thank you for your hard work, Sister Dongxiang."

There is no need to address the other person by their position. This is Dongxiang's own request. At her age and situation, her urgency for advancement is no longer burning. In other words, her ambition for career has faded. If you think about it carefully, it is more comfortable to be close to each other than to be surrounded by a group of young and beautiful girls pretending to be flattering. No one likes to put on a hypocritical and enthusiastic smile when getting along with others even though they know that the other person is cursing them behind their back.

So she always advises visiting artists, telling them that they don't have to take etiquette too seriously.

"We will start filming again in half an hour. There is only one last segment left before the end of shooting. Everyone, take a break first," Dongxiang said to the artists.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Dongxiang," the girls bowed their heads and sent off the TV station manager. The shooting scene returned to a relaxed atmosphere. Unlike the unreachable ones on the mobile phone screen, the girl idols in reality are also a group of underage girls of the same age, with their own joys, sorrows, anger and happiness... Gao Juan raised her head and took a hazelnut chocolate wrapped in tin foil from a senior. There were some pink cherry blossom patterns scattered on the tin foil.

They thought that this would be the end of a fulfilling and interesting day, but when Takamaki An put on her dress and was about to walk on the red carpet, the ground suddenly shook. The staff nearby explained that there was an earthquake nearby and there were only aftershocks left here, so they asked them not to worry too much.

Then a shrill scream came from outside the door, accompanied by a thunderous noise.

The fire door was kicked open, and a group of burly men wearing masks rushed out of the emergency passage, rushing into the scene with guns in their arms. It was hard to believe that robbers with such a configuration would attack a TV station. Their destination should be a bank or a municipal building. And they were well-trained, and they knocked down the bodyguard who approached subconsciously in a few moves.

No one dared to resist. The thugs showed great self-control. Not only did they not touch these flashy idol girls, but they politely invited them to the hall, where the surveillance cameras were, and then asked them to squat with their heads in their hands. They then searched their phones and didn't even take the opportunity to touch them. It's no exaggeration to say that they were gentlemen without any derogatory meaning.

The Metropolitan Police Department was operating slowly, the media were busy visiting and reporting, and the public gathered in circles under the building to join in the fun. In contrast, the once bustling commercial street became deserted in just an hour, and the tourists moved to other places to spend this difficult night. The attack on the TV station became a hotly discussed topic in the country.

And its anticlimactic ending also puts a strange question mark on this matter.

Strangely enough, the police found a letter of warning from the Phantom Thieves in the lapel of the "repentant" mob leader, but the suspect Niijima, who was the focus of public opinion, and Ms. Togo, who was the mastermind behind the scenes, also maintained a clear logic in the hospital and tried to explain her innocence.

Soon after, news such as "The Phantom Thieves of the Minds are suspected of manipulating public opinion" was released one after another, pushing the Phantom Thieves of the Minds, who were hiding in the dark, to the forefront.

There is an invisible hand that makes "justice" severe and acute, and then puts it before the public.

If the Phantom Thieves take a wrong step, they will immediately be labeled as a "carefully disguised criminal organization" and completely lose the support of the citizens.

As a price, they will be unable to move forward in the space of impression.

Shi Tong Zhengyi was satisfied with the success of the plan.

He called to say some words of encouragement to Xiao, Zhong and Da.

beep...

Beep...a ​​short busy tone.

"The number you dialed is currently unavailable." A sweet female voice synthesized by computer answered.

Shi Tong Zhengyi's expression froze. How could a journalist leave his phone behind? Could he have diarrhea?

He asked his secretary to go next door and bring a steak for a midnight snack.

After finishing my midnight snack, I called again.

No one heard.

Shi Tong Zhengyi frowned. What happened to Xiaozhongda? Did he fall asleep?

He stroked his chin, which was covered with rough stubble.

I'll go and ask tomorrow what's going on.

At this time, Shitong Zhengyi didn't understand that Xiaozhongda had already escaped with some of his dirty tricks.

*

Amamiya Ren punched through the sandbag in front of him, moving his sore shoulders and wrists without breaking a sweat. He watched sawdust and sand flow out of the hole—he rubbed his bright red pupils and subconsciously transformed into a vampire.

"Shinobu." The thief looked at the rice balls on the table and said, "I haven't had dinner yet. Take your blood back."

The strange color in her pupils quickly faded, and Amamiya Ren regained her appetite as a human. The seaweed rice balls that looked like clay just now now looked like normal food.

Shinobu Oshino emerged from his shadow and slapped Amamiya Ren's strong biceps, "Stop training. Look at me, you're hungry."

Amamiya Ren glanced at the petite vampire and said, "I let you drink blood yesterday."

"That's not your blood." Shinobu Oshino rubbed her bright eyes, and her rose-like pupils stared at Amamiya Ren without blinking.

"But I'm very busy now," Amamiya Ren slapped away the little hand that was reaching towards her lips, "There are still a lot of messes in the impression space waiting for me to solve."

"Hey, are you so cruel? You used to call me 'princess' all the time, but now you turn against me." Oshino stamped his feet in anger.

"Saving is the most important thing." Amamiya Ren pinched her cold and soft face.

"What if I'm starving?"

"Do you think I don't know that every time you vampire, you steal a little blood?"

"It's only a little bit every time! Really just a little bit!" Shinobu Oshino tried hard to gesture.

After a simple bickering, Amamiya Ren put on her coat, opened the door and walked into the endless night.

The night is like an impenetrable net, wantonly encroaching on every inch of accessible space. The danger, undercurrent, confusion and desire hidden deep in people's hearts finally find a chance to be released, slowly spreading through the complexity and bustle of Chengdu in the hazy lights.

*

Togo family.

The talented girl in the shogi world looked at her father who had rushed in through the door with a panicked expression, "Where's my mother?"

The man who supported the family trembled his lips and turned pale. "She... is in the detention room of the Metropolitan Police Department."

17-year-old Ace: 254. Good things happen to evildoers

(The second volume, which has been partially cut off from the plot, is nearing its end, with only one major event left. The third volume will be all daily life, so I'm sure I won't be stuck - come back, my royalties!)

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"Niijima." The former boss stood in the interrogation room and looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the plastic stool. The wrinkles on her face were now so tight and deep that she looked like a dry and cracked riverbed.

He went on to say, "I really want to believe that you are innocent. I am willing to believe that you are innocent. I taught you, and I know very well that you would not do such a thing."

It was a beating by a female police officer in the name of "interrogation". It was very measured. No teeth or nose were broken, just pure pain. People who are fanatical about pursuing progress always have some colleagues in the system who are mortal enemies.

She looked at her "teacher" with hopeful eyes.

But the gray-haired middle-aged man shook his head after a brief hesitation. "But the public firmly believes that you are the mastermind of this case. If you want to clear your suspicion, you must produce decisive evidence—" He sighed deeply, like a critically ill patient with difficulty breathing. "Now the entire network is reporting your evil deeds."

She felt a strong sense of urgency. As a worker close to the center of power, she had many speculations about her own experience, but no matter which one it was, it was definitely not something she could resist. The more she knew, the more she understood how irresistible this sudden disaster was.

Because her only trusted boss was helpless.

Why would such exaggerated energy be used on an ordinary investigator like her? Is it because of this face and this figure? The graceful body wrapped in a suit by Yohan.

"At least, please help take care of one or two of my sisters." This was the last plea made by a member of the Special Investigation Department to his mentor.

"Your sister Shinjima is also suspected..." Before the old man could finish his words, Shinjima Zetu Hajime in front of him began to struggle violently, her bound breasts shaking with her movements. She glared at the surveillance camera in the corner of the interrogation room, "Shin is just a high school student, there is no way she was involved in this!!"

"The evidence is conclusive." The old man shook his head. Obviously, it would be difficult for Niijima to escape the "sanction" of the law.

She could not make any humble plea, because she was the one in charge, so she knew that no matter what she did in this situation, it would be useless. She could only bite her lip and stare at the surveillance camera with an angry look, and suddenly looked at her boss, "Can you tell me who arranged this?" She asked this question without expecting an answer, she just wanted to convey her doubts and demands to the police officer behind the surveillance.

But the Metropolitan Police Department is now in a state of panic. In the eyes of the public, it is their internal corruption that led to an investigator colluding with the powerful to commit such a tyrannical act. The public's dissatisfaction and resentment towards the Metropolitan Police Department has been accumulating, and took advantage of this incident to explode in one go. This is destined to be the end of the New Island Hospital.

The old man was soon called out of the interrogation room by a phone call.

Only Xindao Zanping was left with the metal table, looking dazed.

*

In a high-end apartment.

Shinjima was watching the news on TV, biting her thumb, her face full of fear. How could her sister do such a thing? Colluding with the TV station to leak state secrets... She curled up on the sofa helplessly, hugging her knees, tears welling up in her eyes.

The collapsed family, the painful memories of her parents, and the only sister she could rely on were all away from her. The intense loneliness and fear of the city and the future swallowed up her rationality, and tears fell like pearls from a broken string from the face of this always strong and courageous girl.

With no other options left, she called the number that Amamiya Ren left for her, but no one answered. The empty base of the Phantom Thieves of the Mind was filled with the ringing of the telephone.

The Phantom Thieves of the Hearts. She thought of the discussions on the Internet about their "justice", and a strong sense of despair spread in her heart.

Knock, knock, knock. A dull knock on the door.

Shinichi Niijima was startled. She felt that her sister had returned... It must be her sister who had returned. This must have been a dream, right?

She jumped off the sofa, tiptoed towards the security door, and got close to the peephole.

Snap. The door lock was released almost instantly, and a man who was not tall but had strong muscles rushed towards Shinjima Makoto, subdued her when she was completely defenseless, stuffed a cloth in her mouth, and took her to a car under the apartment building while the corridor was completely dark. Before leaving, he did not forget to take out the key to their house. This was found in her pocket when the police arrested Shinjima Masanobu.

"Found it?" Such a frivolous voice came from the radio headset worn by the man.

"Yes, President Kozanaka... In this way, your promise..."

"I will give you some room to 'solve the case' in the Criminal Police Section 5." Xiao Zhongda said proudly, "All the resources of the Special Investigation Department will be taken over by you."

The phone hangs up.

The president of the Kozhong Culture Club, who has achieved all his goals, begins to fantasize about the future in which the two beautiful sisters are forced to sacrifice themselves for survival - a prestigious investigator and a meticulous student union president, what an exciting combination.

He drank the red wine in his hand and felt a little hot all over.

*

The staff of Xindao were all unaware, including the surveillance camera... A young man was standing quietly in front of Xindao, his scarlet pupils looking as hideous as if they were about to bleed.

Amamiya Ren watched as Niijima Hui stepped on her shadow and slowly walked around the table, leaning against the corner of the table and looking down at the beautiful female investigator from the Metropolitan Police Department.

If there is a parallel world, Amamiya Ren should be sitting on the chair now, and Niijima Toukomaru should be in the current position asking some questions about the Phantom Thieves of the Mind.

The thief waved his hand to stop time, stretched out his hand to lift her delicate chin, stroked her soft and cold lips, then opened her mouth and pulled out a small positioning device from inside. He looked down at the faint lipstick marks on his fingertips, wiped them on his trouser legs with some disgust, then pulled out Cong Yu Wan and cut open the passage between reality and impression space.

at the same time.

The image on the advertising screen of the building on the street in Shibuya twitched, and then the preview letter of the Phantom Thieves of the Mind fell on it.

【Time until the result is revealed: 24 hours - 0 minute - 0 second. 】

People passing by exclaimed in surprise.

Because the number dialed to [0-0-0] in an instant.