Tokyo Trickster

The birthday cake that Lavenda prepared for Amamiya Ren could more accurately be described as a "snack."

Small and exquisite, it was for his exclusive use, leaving no room for sharing.

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After opening the packaging and the cake enters the stomach, it will be digested.

First, she tasted the colorful needles mixed with fruit flavor, then gently sucked the fragrant and sweet cream, and took advantage of the cool autumn weather to bite open the soft cake base. The ice cream in it melted with the temperature of her saliva, turning into a trickle of sugar water, which fell untidy on Amamiya Ren's chin and clothes.

I don’t know what kind of precious and valuable ingredients were used, but the first feeling that the cake gave to Amamiya Lian was one of pure purity without any filth. Every part was meticulously crafted and flawless. Rolling it around in the mouth and chewing it made people so comfortable that they were speechless.

Lavenda could see that her contractor was very satisfied with the gift.

The fatigue from carefully baking the cake and the pain from accidentally getting burned all disappeared.

She hummed the birthday song happily; her voice was gentle and melodious, like the singing of an oriole on a spring night. After the chirping, it was followed by the drizzling spring rain and the spring breeze.

What an unforgettable birthday.

Amamiya Ren woke up from her fatigue and it was already afternoon.

I just felt refreshed and the experience was endless.

(2 chapters in one. Please vote.)

Dry weather: 041. Seventeen-year-old Amamiya Ren

Amamiya Ren is in the second semester of her first year at Shujin High School.

Half a month has passed since I came to Tokyo from Naoetsu.

Today is February 9.

He successfully broke through the shackles of 16 years old and reached the realm of 17 years old.

"Cosmic Superman, open your eyes, I am Shafulin." The cell phone alarm rang at exactly seven o'clock.

The Phantom Thief suddenly sat up, "I'll go with you! Take me to the Kingdom of Light!"

Lavenda scratched his messy short hair and said, "Didn't Mr. Amamiya say he was going to meet a friend?"

With the careful assistance of Lavenda, Amamiya Ren finished washing up, and with his fashionable outfit, he fits the definition of "Tokyo handsome guy" very well.

Even Morgana, a cat, had his eyes light up. "Where are you going, Mr. Amamiya?"

"Shimokitazawa in Setagaya District." Amamiya Ren was putting on her shoes at the entrance. "From Shibuya Station, take the Keio Inokashira Line. It only takes five minutes to get there."

"Is it close to Shigenjaya?" Morgana said a place name that it shouldn't have known.

"Very close." Lavenda looked at it with cold eyes.

Amamiya Ren heard something strange, but he didn't care.

Click. The door closed.

Lavenda grabbed Morgana by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up. "Why not just send you to Mr. Sakura's house to be a pet cat for life?"

"No, Ms. Lavenda!" Morgana cried bitterly, flapping his cat claws in the air, "I... I am not a cat!"

Lavenda, who always behaved gently, well-behaved and obediently in front of Amamiya Ren, now had a terrifying expression that made Morgana's hair stand on end. Her voice was very light and cold, like a sashimi knife placed on ice, sharp as a cold light, "Today you will stay in Leblanc obediently for one night, do you understand? You are not allowed to come back before noon tomorrow."

The big cat confirmed that the other party was not joking, so he nodded repeatedly, "I understand..."

Lavenda chased the cat away and began to decorate the empty room.

The washable paint that "Joker" bought online came in handy at this moment. The girl also bought a lot of colored paper and ribbons some time ago, and she was busy around the room on a stool.

......

"You look so energetic. Did something good happen?" The yellow-haired man scratched his head.

Clang, clang. It's the sound of cans rolling into metal grooves.

Bang, bang.

The wheels and tracks quickly intersected, making a dull vibration.

The polished semi-elliptical metal shell emits dazzling spots of light in the sun. The train is coming from afar, connecting to the sky, accompanied by the roar of the engine and the clanging sound of metal colliding.

A few feather maple trees were planted next to the gravel, their flame-like red leaves swaying in the wind.

Amamiya Ren and Oshino Yoko stood in the bus stop and watched Woyan fly away into the distance at Lake Izu.

"Didn't we agree to go to Shimokitazawa? Why did we change to the train station?"

"It's rare that she takes the initiative to ask to leave, so of course we should send her away quickly."

Amamiya Ren, who bought two cans of Dr. Pepper from the vending machine, looked at him suspiciously, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Ha, of course, it's to deal with the out-of-control ghost stories in this city," the ghost story expert took the Dr. Pepper from Amamiya Ren, unzipped the pull ring, and sipped the numbing bubbles of the carbonated drink. "In fact, Woyan and I have almost solved them in the past few days, but there is still some cleanup work left."

Shinobu Yao patted Amamiya Ren's shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's go to Shimokitazawa together."

The two took the subway back to Setagaya Ward.

Squeezing out the crowd and strolling on the old-fashioned street, four pretty girls came towards me carrying guitars or basses on their backs.

After looking at Amamiya Ren a few more times, they quickly noticed the older delinquent man next to him and quickly moved away.

Following the autumn wind, I can faintly hear the sound of conversation gradually fading away.

"Senior Liang, that boy just now was so handsome~" a lively voice.

"Indeed." A calm voice.

"Haha, he's just like the male lead in an idol drama. Should we go back and ask him for a photo and autograph?" A gentle and cheerful voice said.

"Well, then I'll ask Hongxia to help distract the uncle next to him. I'll remember to get an extra autograph for you." A flat voice.

"How can this be possible!" The girl called Hong Xia was a little dissatisfied, "I also want to take a photo with the male idol up close."

"Well - I actually often follow the entertainment industry, he shouldn't be an idol~" a lively voice reminded.

"I see, then...Pochi?" Hongxia panicked, "Everyone, help Pochi-chan! She has completely melted!"

A pool of pink liquid flowed on the road at the entrance of the alley, emitting a series of mumblings. "Idol, photo, autograph, idol, photo, autograph..."

A few red maple leaves stumbled in between them, as if dividing two worlds.

The thief glanced back at the four little girls who were laughing and making a fuss behind him, and then he paid no more attention to them.

He called out to Shinobu Yoru, "It looks like there's a very troublesome ghost story here."

"It's not really a problem, just... a little disgusting." The expert on ghost stories sighed and held his forehead.

"You called me out on purpose. I should be the key to that strange story." Amamiya Lian stood there and said, "If you don't explain the matter clearly, I will go home immediately."

Shinobu's face was solemn. "Do you really want to listen?"

"Come on," Amamiya Ren said with determination.

Oshino Yao took a deep breath and then told a horror legend that had recently been circulating in Shimokitazawa.

"It is said that decades ago, near Shimokitazawa, where music and rock are now concentrated, there was an abandoned demon temple called Ishi Temple. It is said that at night, as long as someone went to Ishi Temple in a group, they would disappear forever in the Buddhist temple. This demon temple has always been a nightmare for the people of Shimokitazawa, until one year, the monk Miura led two disciples, Tadokoro Koji and Kimura, to this place. After praying and chanting for many days, they started to tear down Ishi Temple and rebuilt a new temple - Wuyi Temple. Since then, there has been no more missing pedestrians."

What happened next? Amamiya Ren asked him.

"But in recent years, as Wuyi Temple has fallen into disrepair, more and more monks have left. It seems the horror of the former Yiyi Temple is beginning to reappear. Several disappearances have been reported here."

Shinobu pointed to the hill covered in trees in the distance, "That's Wuyi Temple. The last person to call the police was a girl from Shimokitazawa Shuka High School. She said she passed by the temple with her boyfriend at night, and suddenly heard someone shouting 'Pressure Masne (This is OK)!' Then her boyfriend disappeared."

"Isn't this horrible?" Amamiya Ren had already searched the Internet for related cases. "All the missing people were good-looking boys."

Oshino Yao looked at him without saying a word.

Amamiya Ren seemed to understand something, his face remained expressionless.

(There is another chapter to come)

Dry weather: 042. The legend of Yiyi Temple and Wuyi Temple

Many people say that Shimokitazawa is a gathering place for young intellectuals.

"Shimokitazawa" is actually a broad term, referring to the area including the large streets and communities outside Shimokitazawa Station.

There are a lot of vintage shops, theaters, and live houses here. The overall style is close to the business streets of the Showa era, like a mini version of Kichijoji. There are many schools near Shimokitazawa, including the Komaba campus of the University of Tokyo, the Izumi campus of Meiji University, Kokushikan University, and a large number of middle schools.

For students who come here to hang out or tourists with a retro feel, this is a great place to spend time.

There are old stairs and houses everywhere, and hidden in them are shops full of old-fashioned feeling, such as bakeries and coffee shops. Coincidentally, most of the shops are quite conscientious in their prices, perhaps considering the small profits and quick turnover for students. The prices of many practical goods and snacks can even be called low.

Students who don’t have much spare money are most sensitive to store prices. If they feel they are being cheated once, they may never patronize again.

Shinobu Yoru has been living a rather poor life recently... He has always lived a rather poor life. His financial situation is very tight, and the insurance salesmen would just shake their heads and walk away when they see him.

Amemiya Lian saw that her companion was very hungry, so she simply found a bakery to sit down. It was noon, so she just had a New Orleans chicken breast sandwich for lunch.

The ingredients are very solid and taste good, but the store is quite deserted, with no customers, which reminds him of Mr. Sakura's "LeBron".

"Do we need to wait until the evening to go?" Amamiya Ren ordered a cup of green tea and sipped it while looking at Oshino Yao.

“No need,” the ghost story expert burped contentedly after having a good meal. “The ghost story has been defeated by Woyan. It’s just that our method was a bit too rough, so it was scared and hid deep in the woods.”

"The temple is empty now," Amamiya Lian stroked his chin, "The method you mentioned should be to use me to lure it out."

"After all, that guy only attacks boys with good looks," Shinobu Yoru sighed, "If it were me when I was young, I might have been captured now."

"You're right." The only listener said perfunctorily.

"Ah, it's really sad to see myself become like this after getting older. Is time a killer?"

Amamiya Ren asked him, "How much is the pork? Can it help us pay for this meal?"

Shinobu's smile froze. "Youth is a priceless treasure in life. How can it be measured by money? How superficial!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Oshino who was butchered by a butcher's knife," Amamiya Ren clasped his hands together, "tell us your plan clearly, and after we solve this strange story together, please leave Tokyo as soon as possible."

"Hey, that's a bit heartless," Shinobu's expression turned serious, "At 19:19 in the evening, go sit in the park next to the temple. Leave the rest to me."

"what about now?"

"Of course... Happy birthday to you, Amemiya." Oshino Yao took out a small wooden box from somewhere and put it on the table.

The delinquent smiled smugly and said, "Take out your phone and check it. Your old friends miss you very much."

Line seemed to have been ringing non-stop since the beginning.

[Today. 12:44. Hanekawa is not a cat: Amamiya-san, how are you doing in Tokyo? ]

【12:50. Hanekawa is not a cat: Happy birthday. 】

【12:51. Hanekawa is not a cat: I asked Mr. Oshino to bring the birthday present to you not long ago. 】

[Today. 11:21. Li: Um, Amamiya... I don't really want to say this, it was all forced by those two girls, Huo Lian and Yue Hu.]

【11:22. Li: Anyway, happy birthday. 】

【11:23. Li: I asked Mr. Oshino to bring the birthday present over last week.】

【...】

As expected, I received a lot of congratulations from junior high school and high school classmates, most of whom were girls.

Araragi Koyomi is Amamiya Ren's desk mate. The Karen and Tsukihi mentioned by him in Line are his sisters.

Ever since Amamiya Ren was invited to visit Araragi's house once, these two little girls have been pestering him to get his Line number and harassing him with various text messages every day.

It seemed that many people asked him to leave their addresses and prepare to mail gifts to him.

But Amamiya Ren declined them all.

He opened the wooden box, and inside was a "Monster Hunter: World" NS game cartridge and a palm-sized notebook.

The game cartridge was obviously given by Araragi Koyomi.

As for this little notepad...

Amamiya Ren looked at the familiar, beautiful, small handwriting on it. Well, as expected, it was from her class monitor and best friend in junior high school, Hanekawa Tsubasa.

He opened the notebook curiously.

Curiosity faded. What replaced it was endless confusion and awe. Because it was full of all the middle school declarations he made when he was in the second grade of junior high school and was obsessed with Kamen Rider. Such as: "There is no so-called justice in this battle, only pure wishes. So, Araragi-san, take up your weapons and fight me to the death!" "I don't have a dream, but I can protect dreams. Hanekawa, I will protect your dream of becoming the second in the grade!"

Amamiya Ren quickly turned to the last page of the notebook, and sure enough, after the signature "Hekawa Tsubasa" there was a playful stick figure drawing of a smiley face.

Tired, destroy it.

He closed the notebook, determined not to let this thing get out to the outside world.