Tokyo Trickster

I thought about burning it or shredding it in a shredder, but after all, it was a gift from a friend.

Hanekawa-san is always very considerate and won't deliberately reveal other people's dark history... She must have noticed my change before we parted, and wanted to help me with this. What a great insight. Although I had already noticed it.

Amamiya Ren thought of the girl with pigtails and thick round-framed glasses sitting in the corner of the classroom.

From the second year of junior high school onwards, she was the only one who could keep up with herself as an introvert and rank at the top of the entire grade list.

That's really amazing.

At that time, Amamiya Ren already possessed some of the qualities of "Joker", with exaggerated performance in comprehension and execution.

The only two friends he could confide in...

Amamiya Ren felt a little nostalgic.

Dusk is a glass of sober red wine, which is spilled on the ground after being knocked over. The floating red is intoxicating. The shadows of pedestrians are stretched out and bent, as if they are drunk and lonely.

810 Park.

Amamiya Ren is happily playing "Granblue Files" on her mobile phone. The season for the total battle has arrived again.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind.

It’s 19:19.

What followed was a beast-like roar, "Pressure Masne (This is OK)!!!"

The thief dropped his phone and rolled over to dodge. The bench where he was originally sitting suddenly had a huge hole from bottom to top.

It was as if an invisible stick had pierced it.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench like that of a septic tank.

Phantoms of hundreds of bronze-skinned men appeared in all directions.

They roared like wild animals.

“Hum↑Hum↑Hum→Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”

(Second update. Over)

(Amamiya Ren: Dear reader, you don’t want to be played around by the beast senior, do you? Submit a free recommendation ticket and you can avoid the disaster. I guarantee it in the name of the abbot of Yiyi Temple and Wuyi Temple.)

The weather is dry: 043. Tansho-senpai is a wild beast

Ghost stories are born out of human cognition, desire and emotion. They follow the accompanying "rules" and exist in corners of society that no one cares about.

The stories that give rise to strange stories are not necessarily the legends from ancient times to the present.

It may just be a rumor spread on the Internet, or a piece of fake news with widespread influence. As long as enough people believe it and the emotions it carries are strong enough, it will become reality.

Oshino Yoshi stood in front of the dilapidated Buddhist shrine, clasped his hands together, and said, "Mr. Tansho is a respectable man, so you should just become a Buddha."

In response to him, there were roars that were getting louder and louder from the wind in the mountains.

"Really? You are only one step away from achieving your goal." The cross pendant on Shinobu's right ear swayed slightly in the autumn wind. He patted the faded red pillar with his hand. "Oh, this is really troublesome. The resentment of 113 people has gathered here. It seems that you can't become a Buddha."

"Pressure Masne (This is OK)!!!" The beast roared, with no concealment of its bloodthirstiness.

......

At dusk, the sound of OO@@ was heard softly in the woods, and the deep red light and deep shadows intertwined under the gloomy mountains to form a desolate and vast feeling.

Japanese folklore often regards 5pm as the time of the devil. It is probably because of the alternation of night and day, the alternation of light and darkness between the setting sun, the stars and the moon. In times of war, coupled with the streets full of corpses and ruins, it is easy to make people feel awe.

19:19, it was almost dark.

Amamiya Ren looked at the crowds of people in 810 Park. More than a hundred men surrounded him in an open space with strange smiles on their faces.

What a hassle.

He counted 113 people surrounding him.

Of course he could use the personality masks to get rid of them right now, but when he thought of Oshino Yao's commission, he sighed and gave up the idea.

Amamiya Ren nimbly dodged the air columns that suddenly appeared behind her and pointed directly at the back door.

They easily tore the ground apart and smashed trees. If you were hit by one of these things, you would surely end up in a miserable state. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. It was a disgusting and bizarre story.

As the distance got closer, Amamiya Ren could see clearly that the body shapes of the more than 100 people were different, as if they were covered with a layer of fake flesh. Their bronze skin was loose and their hair was dry, but their smiles were stiff and weird, and their eyes emanated a deep light.

At a certain moment, Amemiya Ren kicked the ground and rolled to the left, avoiding an air column that almost pierced the back door. He took advantage of the situation to throw out a playing card and cut the forehead of the nearest person at a very close distance. No blood flowed out, and a piece of skin covered with animal hair inside fell off from the broken forehead, revealing the handsome face inside.

But the other party was wailing, losing his smile, and rolling on the ground in pain. The men around him rushed over with strange smiles, pressing him to the ground. With the spurting of blood and the desperate and happy groans, the number of the organization returned from 112 to 113.

What kind of weird talk is this?!

Amamiya Ren observed the air column piercing the man's anus. After the unbearable sight, a transparent mist like a cicada's wing covered his whole body, turning him into a completely different person.

They seemed to follow a rule that only one person would release the air column to attack at a time, and there would be at least 5 seconds between each attack. The longest time could be 14 seconds. Once hit, in addition to enduring the fear beyond death, you would also become one of them.

Does this situation seem like playing with prey? Amamiya Ren frowned. He couldn't wait for Oshino Yao's help, so he had to find a way to escape by himself.

This feeling of being surrounded was not good, because the true face of the strange story might not be what he had guessed.

As expected, the men surrounding him suddenly began to wail. Long brown hairs sprouted from their entire bodies, piercing their skin and clothes. The dryness and wrinkles on their faces became more and more obvious, and turbid yellow bone tissue grew at the corners of their mouths, like the dried corpse of a jackal.

Amamiya Ren glanced at his well-proportioned arms. Well, they looked powerful, but he was still far from being able to defeat a hundred people at once, a feat that could only be achieved in fantasy novels from another world.

The stench of fermenting feces became stronger and stronger.

He sighed and wondered how to escape.

Looking around, I saw a huge crowd of beastmen. It seemed that I really couldn't escape.

Oshino Yao, ah, Oshino Yao, I have tried my best to help you hold them back.

Amamiya Ren scratched his hair, and suddenly he dodged again, avoiding the air columns that were piercing from all directions with gorgeous and light movements, and his expression changed drastically.

"Orion."

World-weary

The shadow of a burly hunter appeared beside him. As the strongest and most resolute human being in a certain era in ancient Greece, his terrifying physical fitness was also reflected in Amamiya Lian.

Killing the beast...

Orion was the best hunter. His strong and powerful body gave him the power to kill any beast with his bare hands or a bow.

"Beastly Grand Arms," ​​Amamiya Ren whispered the name of the skill of this hero in "Fate/Grand Order".

Of course, there is no concept of treasure or skills for personality masks.

But he truly reflected Amamiya Ren's thoughts.

The hunter laughed loudly, his gnarled muscles bulged and he rushed towards the beastman in front of him, punching hard.

"Ola!" A battle cry like in the JOJO comics was heard.

"Ola Ola Ola...Ola Ola! Ola!!!" Punch after punch, like a meteor, shattered all the air columns that tried to approach Amamiya Ren. Then the strong fist wind rolled outward like a wave, knocking away the beastmen who controlled the air columns, throwing them heavily into the distance, accompanied by a dull sound, and then smashing to the ground.

Let's rate this personality mask named "Orion" in the same way as the stand in "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure".

[Orion/Strength:

Growth: C;

Strength: A (heroic strength);

Speed: A (extremely agile speed);

Range: C;

Endurance: A (extremely strong physique);

Precision: B (exceptional vision and perception)]

The overwhelming stench was blown away, Amamiya Ren's face turned a little paler, and the hunter's shadow disappeared behind him.

One of the beastmen recovered quickly and tried to stand up, but a foot stepped on his chest and pushed him back down.

"Hey! Oshino!"

Amamiya Ren shouted to the older yellow-haired man who was stepping on the beastman with some dissatisfaction, "Did you solve it?"

"Who are you looking down on, Amemiya boy? I'm an expert in dealing with this kind of problem," Oshino Yao could see that the other party was a little annoyed by the stench and didn't care about his rude tone.

Shinobu Yao grabbed a handful of yellowed banknotes from his pocket and scattered them down. They quickly ignited, and gray-black air currents rolled up. The beastmen on the ground began to shed their thick hair and loose flesh.

Soon, 113 handsome men were lying on the ground, either seriously injured and dying or lifeless. The same thing was that they all had a shocking bloody hole in their anus.

(There’s another chapter tonight. Maybe even two.)

Tianganwuzao: 044. Tian Suo Koji's admission ticket

After the victims shed their beastly shells, 810 Park collapsed.

Instead, there was a hall with cobwebs all over the beams, and a paint-chipped Buddha statue standing on a high platform, looking dignified. More than a hundred corpses or "corpses" lay peacefully on the dark stone floor, making no sound, and seemed to be sleeping soundly.

The original location of the woods is now a load-bearing column covered with gray-white spider webs, and the park benches have become low tables with many marks on them.

It seems that 810 Park does not exist.

Amamiya Ren patted the dust off his pants, took out his phone and tried to search the Internet. Great, there was no signal on the phone. He looked at Shinobu Yao, the old bad boy who had sneaked into the Buddhist temple and was squatting and rummaging in the tattered offering box.

Isn’t this guy afraid of being bitten by centipedes or something like that?

Huh?! Shinobu suddenly let out a strange cry, and amid the pale paper money, he actually grabbed a black centipede as long as a palm and threw it to the ground. The arthropod twisted hideously, its legs and claws scratching back and forth, awakening the instinctive fear of humans.

Amamiya Ren subconsciously wanted to step on it, but he controlled himself.

Because Oshino Yao looked like he had a plan.

"Mr. Tansho, your admission ticket has been found," he said, "let's put an end to this meaningless hatred."

A crack appeared on the Buddha statue's face, and dark blood oozed out.

"Amemiya," Oshino Yama suddenly spoke.

Without asking, Amamiya Ren summoned her personality mask without hesitation. Orion rushed forward and swung his huge fist at the Buddha statue, accompanied by a loud battle cry, "Ola!!!"

It was as if the earth was shaking. With just one punch, the entire hall began to show signs of collapse.

The Buddha statue and the wall behind it shattered in an instant, the ground cracked, and fine cracks spread rapidly. Mud and wood chips mixed with dark blood gushed out of the hall like a waterfall, and a strong wind blew away the spider webs in the room.

The air smelled thick with dust.

Shinobu looked at him in surprise, "You are such a freak."

Orion stretched out his index finger and poked Oshino Yoru's nose, and Oshino Yoru closed his mouth.

Amamiya Lian looked a little smug, "It's just luck that changes."

Shinobu Yao pulled at his collar and said, "Aiyaha. I must find a way to win you over, Amamiya."

"I thought you had realized it when Miss Woyan invited me to dinner."

"As we age, we are bound to fall into misconceptions," the ghost story expert looked at the mess behind the platform. The threat that was intended to attack them had disappeared.

"There's no park at all. From the moment we walked into that bakery, we've entered the area of ​​influence of this strange story," Amamiya Ren described his guess, "It's like... Clown Town?"

"This is Wuyi Temple," Shinobu Yao carefully checked Amamiya Ren's expression after hearing the term "Clown Town" and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "You are right. We have been under the influence of this strange story since noon."

"Tell me about it." Amamiya Ren looked at the centipede at Oshino Yao's feet. It was no longer moving and had twisted and transformed into a piece of plastic-wrapped paper.

Shinobu picked it up, and many of the words on it were already blurred:

National Examination. Chinese Literature. Tadokoro Koji. 18 years old. Registration number:......

The ghost story expert took out a clean handkerchief and wiped the admission ticket, then handed it to Amamiya Ren, "Let's talk while we walk."

As he spoke, Oshino Yao walked to the side of the main hall and pushed open the rotten wooden door. The two of them entered the temple one after the other.

The air here is filled with desolation and decay.

There was no trace of any monks.

There were only scattered draft papers, exercise books, torn textbooks, and broken pens.

This is a story about a boy who was murdered.

The monk Koji Tadokoro, who once initiated the campaign to tear down the Ishiji Temple, never imagined that a boy with the same name as himself would pass by here decades later.

18-year-old Koji Tadokoro is a boy with bronze skin and delicate appearance. His parents are workers at a biogas power plant near Shimokitazawa and earn a lot of money. He showed a strong interest in opera and acting since he was a child. With the support of his parents and after hard practice, he finally became a member of the HOMO agency. In addition to studying, he participated in the filming of many youth idol dramas.

All good luck seems to have a price tag.

Koji Tadokoro, who had never had to worry about money since childhood and had been successful in both study and career, came to Wuyi Temple near Shimokitazawa to draw lots before the national examination, hoping to get some good luck like countless other students.