Tokyo Trickster

The method that the cult's top leaders thought of was to use the "God" they promoted to eliminate Sadako's position, and then let the noble Son of God who would destroy the "doomsday" come to the world.

The specific operation process is as follows: through the antenna signal, the recorded "God's Prophecy" video that has long been circulated among countless believers is transmitted to the TV player in the computer, replacing Sadako who should have returned to reality, and allowing the "God" passed down by word of mouth by many believers to be born from the TV screen.

So, make a sacrifice...

The missionary opened the door, and the believers outside swarmed in. They put a cute girl in school uniform on the ground with her eyes covered and her mouth blocked with a black cloth. This was the biological daughter of a sister in the church. Her name seemed to be Senjougahara Kuroyori?

"Pure girl," he instructed his followers to place Senjougahara in a strange pattern drawn with human blood under the TV table, and then untied the cloth covering her eyes.

Senjougahara looked at the dark room in panic and despair. An indistinct crowd of people gathered around her. The pungent smell of rotten blood came from all directions, as if countless pairs of pale hands from Avici were trying to drag her into the endless hell... Those were her mother's hands.

As the crowd was talking, a woman in a black robe walked out, knelt devoutly beside the TV, and kowtowed to the missionary. The missionary quickly lifted her up and said, "The Son of God will surely remember your dedication. You and your daughter will enjoy wealth and glory in heaven forever."

Senjougahara's mother burst into tears, "On behalf of my daughter, I would like to thank the messenger for his kindness..."

The girl under the TV struggled desperately to escape, but her limbs were tied tightly together and she couldn't move. She saw her mother had taken a sharp fruit knife from a believer, muttering incomprehensible prayers, saying something about giving her heart, and wanted to cut open her daughter's chest.

"Then, there is the handsome boy." At the same time, a boy wearing the same school uniform as himself was pushed out from the crowd. The high-ranking officials in the church held his hand tightly, walked forward, grabbed his finger and pressed the switch on the TV -

The old TV, which no one would have thought could still work, with its cracked, dusty, and water-stained screen, suddenly lit up, like lightning that illuminated the night sky and the dark, dull brick house.

The screen flickered, and the fruit knife was about to pierce Senjougahara's chest.

The boy who was restrained by the cultists suddenly moved, and his skinny body burst out with incomprehensible strength, and he actually tore off the restraint of an adult. He rushed under the TV, kicked the woman away, and took away the only weapon in the whole house from her hand: the fruit knife that had never been stained with blood and had only knocked against the chopping board.

Who put the wrong channel?! The missionary looked at the TV in panic. The screen with countless noise dots was not showing the medium of the religious ceremony, but... a man laughing wildly under the night sky with fire everywhere. He was wearing a purple suit, with messy hair dyed green, and his face was covered with white paint. He waved his hands and danced a fierce tap dance in the middle of the street.

Click, click, the sound of leather shoes tapping on the concrete floor. Countless people were running away or chasing after him. He laughed bloodily, happily, sadly, angrily... It was as if a vortex in the dark night had disturbed everything around him into pure chaos.

A super criminal who is well-known through comics and movies like Sadako. Exists in the fictional Gotham City, USA.

People call him Joker.

The boy who snatched the fruit knife looked at everyone in the room and grinned. His smile was as crazy and chaotic as the actor on the TV screen.

“Welcome to my gig time.”

That was pure and authentic American English, spoken from the boy's mouth in a muddy and sticky voice.

The night was dyed red with blood. Kurokami Senjougahara, who had already fainted from the pressure of his mother's life and death, luckily missed this scene.

The sect's branch in the town eagerly welcomed back the blood-covered boy, regarding him as the Son of God who had come to earth, and the dead believers as sacrifices calling upon God.

But the so-called Son of God was not born. There was only a clown who escaped from a cardboard box.

Soon, the entire branch fell into his terrifying demonic personality charm, and the chaos and madness belonging to Joker dominated everyone here.

The town controlled by the church was soon renamed "Clown Town", causing great trouble to local security and even exposing the existence of the headquarters to the public many times. Oh, by the way, the boy in this story is me.

Amamiya Ren stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and pulled the corner of her mouth with her fingers, where she still felt the phantom pain of being cut by a knife.

He didn't know when he woke up.

As soon as he regained consciousness, his hands and feet were already firmly tied to the interrogation chair.

A tired-looking man wearing a gray, mourning-like outfit stood in front of Amamiya Ren. At the door, a man in a Hawaiian shirt approached with the sound of flip-flops dripping. It was a slovenly and frivolous older delinquent with dyed blond hair and earrings.

"You look so energetic, did something good happen?" The yellow-haired boy approached him with a swagger, and asked the 14-year-old boy curiously, "By the way... you should know what you did after being kidnapped by the cult."

Amamiya Ren shook her head.

"See?" The yellow-haired man winked at the decadent man with some pride.

"Anyway, this guy is the weirdo you have to deal with..." The man in mourning clothes sighed, "He looks like he has come to his senses. Do you want me to untie him and let you take him away?"

"Joker is not a simple thing," the yellow-haired man took out a red thread that had turned black and colorful without him noticing from his pocket, "Bei Mu, the little gadget I asked for from the shrine has been contaminated and broken."

"Do you think I haven't seen the movie?" The man called Beimu sneered, "Tell me what you think first."

The yellow-haired man yawned, "Joker has taken root in this kid's spirit... To be precise, there is no madman's soul from American comics now, he is Joker himself."

Beimu raised an eyebrow, "Tell me the result."

"You have to help," the yellow-haired man's tone became serious. "If we want to completely solve this weird story, there are only two ways: first, we kill him, and second, let him create a mental cage by himself and imprison the part of Joker inside it."

"You mean, you want me to accept a disciple?" Bei Mu's already gloomy expression became even more gloomy.

It's obvious that they are all experts in dealing with strange stories.

Amemiya Ren knew nothing about this. He only knew that he was caught here for no apparent reason and would soon be killed.

"They want to kill me? Why... I..." His body instinctively tried to move his fingers, as if searching for - cards?

"Amemiya Ren" poured out an ordinary playing card from his sleeve, then exerted force from his wrist to his fingertips, and the card disappeared with a bang, cutting the rope that bound his hands, and fell towards the throat of the yellow-haired man closest to him with a sharp edge.

Boom!

The sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Joker just stood up when the thin and gloomy man pressed him back into the chair. He realized that as the other party touched his body, all the muscles in his body seemed to be out of control. This should be the effect of "strange talk". He rolled his pupils and quickly analyzed the current situation based on the information he got from the cultists.

"You are such a monster," Beimu looked at Amamiya Ren in astonishment, "How could you fight for control of the body with that devil-like thing?"

"I didn't learn it until today." The boy who had turned back into himself at some point answered.

"Based on the way we woke you up, you figured out a way to fight it?"

"I mastered it after seeing you use it once," Amamiya Ren didn't realize until she spoke that her cheeks were burning with pain and warm liquid was dripping down her chin, "I didn't have this ability before."

The yellow-haired man dodged the card thrown by Joker easily, and watched the thin "K" fly to the wall a little further away and get nailed on it. He couldn't help but whistle in admiration.

"Shinobu," Kaimu called to his colleague, "Are you wearing glasses? Any degree."

Shinobu took out a pair of greasy plain glasses from somewhere and put them on Amamiya Ren's face.

"These glasses can help you get rid of the influence of that consciousness," Beimu said to him.

"Thank you very much," Amamiya Ren thanked him, and then a look of confusion and sorrow appeared on her face, "I..."

"The 'Clown Town' case has been solved. All illegal religious elements have been arrested by the commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department. You and your classmate Senjougahara Kuroni were lucky enough to survive here for half a month as victims." Shinobu patted his shoulder and squeezed it hard. "You are just a victim, understand? And you are the young hero who solved this case."

"......" Speechlessly, Amamiya Ren nodded heavily.

Shinobu laughed, "That's right, from now on you should be a good friend to this person..."

He gave Beimu a look.

"Beimunizhou," the man untied the rope around Amamiya Ren's ankles, "you will learn from me how to control yourself from now on."

"You are all experts in dealing with ghost stories?"

"His name is Shinobu Yao, he is," Bei Mu Ni Zhou spread out his hands and clenched them in front of Amamiya Lian, "I am just a trickster who worships money."

The next moment, the boy fainted for unknown reasons, just as he woke up for unknown reasons.

"The tuition fee is 300 million yen," Bei Mu Nizhou slapped away the hand that Shinobu Yao extended, took out a handkerchief and wiped Amamiya Ren's face a few times. The bloodstains disappeared, and the two cuts that cut the entire cheek disappeared.

"This guy doesn't look like he has money."

"Then I'll owe you..."

Since then, Amamiya Ren has studied hard with Beimu Nishu for two years in Naoetsu, and has mastered the technique of deceiving himself and others. Since he put on the glasses, his comprehension and action ability, which were so terrifying that they could not be described in words, have been greatly weakened, which shows that he has truly turned back into an ordinary person who needs unremitting efforts to achieve something, instead of the super criminal who can easily play with people's hearts in the comics.

Amamiya Ren looked at herself in the mirror. She was still wearing glasses. In fact, the glasses themselves were not special. What was special was the psychological suggestion imposed on the concept of glasses.

He was beaten up by the congressman's bodyguard... It seemed that from that time on, the Joker became restless.

He traced the corner of his mouth with his index finger, "You're not going to come out, are you?"

The "Amamiya Ren" in the mirror laughed, as if she had never worn glasses before. "When you bring me out, can you introduce me as...Joker?"

"This is my stage, and it's enough for you to be a good audience."

Amamiya Ren raised her middle finger towards Joker in the mirror, then filled the mouthwash cup with water and poured it at him.

Splash, fine water splashes on the mirror.

It was as if raindrops suddenly floated in the sky, and someone was pouring water from the clouds onto most of Tokyo.

The patter is a gloomy, torrential rain.

Just like the gloomy mood of the pedestrians.

Amamiya Ren bought an umbrella, but he was also in a bad mood.

Today is his first day of school.

I played APEX all night and accidentally overslept...

(As always, a 4k word chapter, please vote, please vote!!!)

Dry weather: 005. King Jiji and his monkeys (4K)

Dozens of fine streams of water meandered like snakes, climbing down along the mirror in the bathroom. In life, they were like water without a source and duckweed without roots, so naturally, after death, they would rest in a place where it was difficult to trace their source.

The clear sky outside the window suddenly turned gray, the sea of ​​clouds was low, and there was a sudden thunder, as if the valve of a reservoir in the clouds had been opened, and a waterfall swirled down above the distant and vast stars.

Heavy rain swept towards the high-rise buildings. The neon lights reflected dazzling mottled light in the endless water curtain. It was as if there was no sun and the day and night were reversed. Pedestrians walked in the heavy rain with umbrellas. The umbrellas of various colors were like flowers blooming on the street. There was no refreshing fragrance, and the dampness was full of boredom and complaining water stench. The sign of the roadside ramen stall was dimly lit, and the gray-haired customer asked the skinny and old shop owner for a bowl of hot pork bone ramen. Students and white-collar workers rushing to school or work crowded at the entrance of the tram station. Sweat and rain mixed into a terrible anxiety in the passing time. The not-so-wide road outside the station was blocked by traffic. In accordance with traffic regulations, no driver honked his horn no matter how impatient he was, and the atmosphere of tranquility and harmony was barely maintained.

Beep, beep, beep, beep...

Amamiya Ren was woken up by the ticking alarm clock. He sat up from the bed and looked at the French window covered with raindrops. Outside the window was an endless iron-gray sky. Below the sky was Shibuya Street shrouded in gray mist. The colorful LED lights were spreading halos in the thick fog. He took out his cell phone from under the pillow and checked the time.

Oh, it's time for class. Amamiya Ren suddenly realized what was going on, and then her body froze.

Class has already started? Then where am I?

He surveyed the bedroom, lost in a strange state of contemplation. Who am I? What am I to do?

It extends from philosophical issues to sociology and humanities, and finally rises to complex mathematical models, physics' special theory of relativity, general theory of relativity, and even optics, electricity, quantum mechanics, Einstein's formula, Gaussian function, Fourier transform... and then returns to the origin of species, human evolution, change of dynasties, industrial revolution, and finally ends with the Big Bang.

So, who am I? I am...

At a certain moment, Amemiya Ren's thoughts returned to ethics and sociology, and he came to a conclusion for his own wild thoughts.

I was born by my mother.

I got up slowly, washed slowly, and changed into my school uniform slowly.

When a person is about to be late, he will feel that time is very urgent. Every minute and every second is like an expensive diamond falling from a high altitude into a cliff. The wealth disappears in the rushing cold wind along with the stench of capital. He will be nervous, restless, and emotionally fragile. Any failure may defeat a person's rationality at this time. After rationality comes uncontrollable panic and anger transferred to the environment.

When a person is late for a while, he will feel very nervous and timid, and will constantly think about the punishment and the price he needs to bear for being late. He will be restless until he knows the result of his treatment, and then he will relax and return to his normal work or study.

But what if... what if I'm already very late, and I'm sure I won't be able to catch up no matter how fast I try...

Amemiya Ren put on long rubber boots, put on a raincoat, carried her empty school bag, opened her umbrella, and stepped into the water curtain.

The big black umbrella and its tip looked like a black sharp point, cutting through the heavy rain and blending into the crowd.

The rain was dripping, all over the place, falling on the road full of puddles, and countless ripples appeared in the splashing water. The orange-red houses beside the street were like old monks wearing brightly colored robes, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, receiving the baptism under the rain. The damp red bricks, with the color of pungent pig blood, formed a sharp contrast with the green osmanthus leaves under the wall. The silver-gray sticky spider silk wove a large net in the sky, covering the entire Tokyo.

A fine stream of water fell along the edge of the umbrella and merged into the inky shadow.

Amamiya Ren walked into the tram station. He had just called Mr. Sakura and asked him to cover for him.

As an excuse for being late... just use the excuse of "going to the Metropolitan Police Department to complete the assigned questionnaire" to get away with it. Amamiya Ren made good use of the "protective observation" record on him. Anyway, the school would not go to the Metropolitan Police Department to verify for him, an insignificant student.

Depart from Shibuya Station and arrive at Aoyama-itchome Station.

Leaving the station, walking through the block, you enter a long straight road, and the school is located in the middle of the road.

As expected, it is now the third class in the morning.

Amamiya Ren walked through the deserted path and stood at the school gate. The sturdy guard looked at him affectionately. The school uniform of Shujin High School uses the same suit jacket as most middle schools, but the buttons are bright red and the school emblem is printed on the handkerchief pocket sewn on the left chest. The lower body is a red and black plaid trousers.

"Are you on sick leave?" the guard asked him.

"Yes." Amamiya Ren, who was determined to become a "three-no" student, nodded repeatedly. The "three-no" here refers to "no class position, no club position, and no focus." He wanted to reduce the attention he received in school.

"Show me your student ID." The guard took out a form and started writing and drawing.

"Ah," Amamiya Ren followed the muscle memory from junior high school and reached into his pocket, but found nothing. "Um... I don't have a student ID."

"Are you kidding me?" The guard's thick, short eyebrows were raised and he looked as if he was ready to take out his baton and teach him a lesson at any time.

Amamiya Ren looked up at the metal frame under the umbrella and said stutteringly, "I'm a transfer student, reporting today..."

"Are you the transfer student?" The guard's face changed drastically, as if he had seen something dirty.

"Oh, yes, if there are no other transfer students recently..." Amamiya Ren lost his expression. He could already guess from the security guard's expression how bad his reputation was in the school, even though he hadn't started school yet.

The marginalized plan has failed, and it may be difficult to lead a normal campus life in the future.

"Come in," the gatekeeper suppressed his disgust and opened the door.

"Grateful."