Tokyo Trickster

Amamiya Ren squeezed her wrist, "He knows nothing about me, but I've come here with bad intentions, so why not?"

"I think a safe plan is better!"

"I've been planning this for almost two weeks," Amamiya Ren had investigated Madarame Ichiryusai thoroughly during this time. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Today I'm going to make Madarame, the old bastard who stole his disciples' artwork, repent!"

"But the time to capture the palace is too tight!"

"If we don't hurry up, the Phantom Thieves will collapse," Amamiya Ren finally exploded. With a miserable look on his face, he grabbed Morgana by the back of his neck and shook him vigorously. "The entire server unit in the base is supported by my hard-earned money. If I don't do something big soon, how can I attract sponsorship to expand the scale of the organization?"

Morgana's brain was almost shaken, so he had no choice but to agree to Amamiya Ren's action plan. There was no need to ask for Lavenda's opinion, as this guy would definitely support it unconditionally.

"Okay, let's begin the action," the leader of the Phantom Thieves, who was about to be driven to despair by the financial crisis, clapped his hands, went downstairs and walked towards the hut.

The sponsorship he mentioned does not necessarily mean money, it can also mean technical support.

It costs money to be a hero in the impression space, whether it is contacting victims and clue providers in reality, or gathering intelligence to confirm the existence of the Mind Palace, it is a considerable expense.

The solution is to find a way to get the money, or find a way to get people with relevant talents.

[I am the bug stick master: Kitagawa-san, I am here to check your game progress. ]

[Kitagawa Vsuke: Mr. Amamiya, I will be downstairs soon, please wait. ]

Accompanied by hurried footsteps, the door was soon opened. Kitagawa Vsuke stood straight and invited Amamiya Ren into the room.

Madarame Ikryusai was busy in the studio and didn't seem to care about his disciple's friendship problems.

Amemiya Ren stroked his chin, looked at the "Praise of the Humble Dwelling" hanging on the wall and the words "clean and upright" mentioned in the corridor, and fell into deep thought.

The furniture in the hut is extremely simple and old, just like the old man who bought them in the beginning. With the passage of time, the original glory has faded, and what remains is only the moldy nature surrounded by an anti-oxidation glue layer.

Amamiya Ren is a man who keeps his promises. At least, he is willing to keep those vows that come from the heart.

“What does a painting model need to do?”

He walked into Kitagawa Vsuke's simple room which only had a table and a bed. The most expensive things were probably the TV and PS5 which had long been eliminated by the cutting-edge technology.

Kitagawa brought a drawing board, paints and pens. He sat on a plastic stool and suppressed his excitement. "Then let's start from the first step! Please take off your clothes!"

Amamiya Ren looked carefully at the guy's expression and made sure that he was really not gay. Then she took off her glasses and began to take off her school uniform.

"Want to take off your shirt?"

"want!"

"Where are the pants?"

"want!"

"Shorts shouldn't be used anymore."

"Well," Kitagawa Vsuke had no distractions, with only the drawing paper and the pen tip in his eyes, "Please imagine that you are a warrior holding a sword with both hands, fighting a life-and-death battle with the enemy. You are stuck in the most anxious stalemate, and neither of you can move..."

For the first time, the art student showed a look of surprise.

A little further in front of him, Amamiya Ren, who had stripped down to her shorts, held her hands in a "middle" kendo stance, or what could be called a "blue-eye stance."

It is obvious that Amamiya Ren's figure shows signs of extensive exercise, but she is by no means as sturdy and strong as a Greek sculpture produced in the gym.

Every muscle of his body seems to be designed for better exertion. Just like a winter bamboo, it is neither thick nor thin, neither bent nor broken, but upright and tough, revealing a clear sense of power in its thin appearance.

The contours of his abdominal muscles were clear, and the straight grooves seemed to be carved by a carving knife. His slender arms exerted force, and the muscle lines were smooth like soothing waves, driving the chest and back muscles. Although there was nothing in his hands, it seemed as if he really held the imperial sword pulled out of the temple for sacrifice. His eyes were cold and he clenched his teeth, as if there was really a mortal enemy standing seven steps in front of him, and just one step would cause the blades of both sides to collide in a flash. Those who failed to parry would be beheaded.

This is a performance. Amamiya Ren perfectly puts herself into the mood described by Kitagawa Vsuke.

Kitagawa Vsuke had never seen such a shocking performance. He could feel a sharp cold light flickering between his brows. Any neglect would be disrespectful to art.

He took a deep breath and depicted the "God" revealed by Amamiya Ren with a pious and peaceful heart.

......

Ryuji Sakamoto is lost.

After being scolded by Shin Shinjima, he left the alley in shame and wandered aimlessly on the streets, venting his depression.

Then the ace of the track and field club was lucky enough to accidentally enter an elderly community, and was even luckier to see Amamiya Ren and Kitagawa Vsuke walking into the hut together.

This guy actually served as an art model for the disciple of a great painter?

He stood where he was, the successive impacts causing his already slow brain to go into overload mode.

"Don't block the road, please let me pass!" Morgana, who was climbing over the low wall, jumped onto Ryuji Sakamoto's shoulder, and then jumped to the opposite corner.

Of course, normal humans can't understand what it is saying, they can only hear the mocking cat meow.

"Hey! You stupid cat!"

Ryuji Sakamoto started yelling. He looked at the gray cat paw prints on his shoulder, and angrily picked up a brick and chased after him.

Morgana's eyes widened, and he turned and ran away without hesitation.

(Second update)

Dry weather: 065. Phantom Thief, Stickman and Catman

Kitagawa Vsuke put down his pen after only twenty minutes. He looked at his phone that kept ringing and finally remembered that he had to go to the exhibition to explain the works to several politicians' juniors on behalf of Madarame Ikryusai in the evening. "Thank you for your assistance. I think we can stop here today."

He bowed deeply to Amamiya Ren.

The painting showed sharp lines that were contrary to the past. Black and red turned into a bloody and gloomy reed field outside a touch of paleness. The warrior, whose outline was only outlined, stood in a pool of blood. The pale light should be the samurai sword.

Amamiya Ren didn't have a knife in his hand. He looked at the canvas, which was just a draft, with great interest. Kitagawa Vsuke was a man with great talent in painting.

Obviously, this draft is of great importance to Kitagawa, but it still cannot surpass Madarame Ikryusai in his heart.

Even if it turns from a draft into a finished product and shows amazing artistic conception or artistry, it will only become a tool for Madarame to make profits.

So, Madarame Ikryusai, who enlightened Kitagawa, was deeply indebted to him, but also mixed with the dirty interests of adults. Where exactly did this twisted desire point to? Amamiya Ren put on her school uniform and turned on her cell phone in the studio where only one person was left.

The Different World Navigation APP really responded, beeping.

A greedy man who has been robbing his disciples of their future and creativity for decades.

What should your palace look like?

"I have long heard of your name, and it is a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Madarame."

"His name is Amemiya, right?" Madarame Ichiryusai walked into the living room holding a thick stack of drawings.

The boy pretended to be a good and obedient student and said, "Excuse me for disturbing you."

"Don't be so reserved. After all, it was V who invited you here. I'm glad that brat has found a friend to talk to." The famous painter laughed happily, as if he was really a kind old man who cared about the child. "Speaking of which, how did you two meet?"

"It all started because I was very interested in painting, and coincidentally Kitagawa-san..." Amemiya Ren lowered her head shyly and began to tell lies, mixing them with her experiences of meeting Kitagawa Vsuke on the street and attending an art exhibition, which confused Madarame.

Madarame likes flattery and praise from others. This is the conclusion that Amamiya Ren came to from art exhibitions and various TV programs about him.

Amamiya Ren did so, and Madarame was very pleased with his sweet talk. He repeatedly invited him to visit again next time, and even said, "You can audit the painting classes, and if you have talent, I'd like to take you as my disciple."

Forget about being your disciple. Not only is the living condition difficult, I can't learn any useful knowledge, and I have to work as an unpaid laborer. Amamiya Ren complained truthfully in his heart, but in reality he smiled gratefully and said goodbye to Madarame Ikryusai who was sitting at the table. He left the hut.

After some discussion, combined with the various intelligence he had collected, he could probably understand the obvious desire.

This old man actually regarded the residence where he trained students as a base for incubating fame, fortune and money. Every student's creativity and hardship was a painting that he would put in the exhibition hall, and judge its value in the eyes of businessmen and politicians, using the smell of money to cover up the bloody exploitation and oppression. Finally, he wrapped it with a layer of tin foil and framed a few lines of haiku to modify the anger and grief in every stroke of ink, and he said it was art.

According to Lavender's instructions, the prerequisite for entering the Heart Palace in the cognitive world is to enter three key palace information in the "Other World Navigation APP" - the full name of the subject, the physical location of the palace, and the other world form of the palace. The Other World Navigation APP then saves this information as a query history record, and you can enter the palace directly through the history record. The history record information will only be automatically deleted after the palace is destroyed.

"Madarame Ichiryusai and the 'hut' where he trained his disciples." Amamiya Ren stood in a deserted alley in the neighborhood and added to the palace's otherworldly form on his phone, "Art gallery."

[Current navigation: Madarame Ikryusai's spiritual palace. ]

【Distance: 0M. 】

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly. A muddy glare engulfed the surroundings. The dilapidated house disappeared, and in its place was a huge, magnificent building.

The building and the walls inside and outside were made of golden bricks, and above the main entrance, where countless spotlights were swaying, was a sign that read "Madame Master Painter Art Museum."

The road was full of parked cars, there was a long queue of tourists in front of the art museum, and a burly security guard was walking back and forth outside the ticket counter.

Amamiya Ren, whose attire had quietly changed, stood under the low wall of the art gallery, holding a hunting bow. This was the entrance to Madarame's spiritual palace.

A swirl of light blue flows quietly in the corner, leading to the velvet room.

Lavenda, wearing a maid outfit, stood next to the whirlpool and held up a sign that read "Come on!".

For various reasons, she did not use her power as a tenant of the Velvet Room to help Amamiya Ren, but... the girl smiled shyly and opened her arms to signal the contractor to hug her.

The cherry-colored lips gently pecked on Amamiya Ren's cheek, and Lavenda gently rubbed her soft face intimately.

"Teacher, keep going~"

The Phantom Thief stuffed his secretary back into the Velvet Room, "Then don't bother me!"

"Humph, I'm clearly trying to encourage you." Lavenda came out angrily, a little aggrieved, "Bullying a girl who dreams of love must be deducted a lot of points!"

She soon made herself laugh, "That's what I said, but in reality, it's impossible to get angry."

Lavenda took Amamiya Ren's hand and let it touch her lips. "In the next few days, please steal the secret treasure here as smoothly as you stole my heart."

There was a gentle and quiet beauty in her eyes, as if she had experienced the current situation at some time and place before, and she showed unreasonable trust and love for Amamiya Ren.

"Can you see my success?" The thief asked Lavenda as she turned and walked into the Velvet Room.

"It's impossible." The secretary was unwilling to reveal any details about this, as it seemed to be a taboo.

After sufficient preparation, Amamiya Ren threw out the grappling hook and jumped into the art gallery by stepping on the wall.

......

"You, damn cat, give it to me quickly..." Ryuji Sakamoto collapsed to the ground panting, still holding the baseball bat in his hand.

Morgana was also exhausted, but he still struggled to move his paws and tried to fly away.

Wait, wait, where is this?! It suddenly found that the surrounding scene became strange and bizarre.

This is a corridor filled with countless paintings of different styles, and molten gold is weaving in the sky like a spider web.

Morgana, who was in the impression space, was able to stand on his feet again.

But Ryuji Sakamoto was no longer able to speak.

Influenced by various two-dimensional works, it was easy for him to accept the concept that "superpowers do exist."

However, when he saw the cat walking upright and speaking human language, Ryuji Sakamoto's worldview collapsed a little.

"Madame-sama's art exhibition is being held." Suddenly, the door to the corridor was opened from the outside, and two security guards rushed in with batons in hand, "We must not let others disturb the master of the house."

Click, click. The leather shoes slowly walked down the stairs. Sakamoto Ryuji and Morgana, who were under the sofa, kept their mouths shut, fearing that they would attract their attention.

In fact, Ryuji didn't understand where this place was, but he could feel that the big cat next to him was in a very bad mood.

Before the shadow approached, Morgana had already dragged Ryuji Sakamoto to hide on the sofa.

It was not until the security guards left the corridor that the man and the cat came out.

"What's going on!" Ryuji Sakamoto glared at the big cat that had turned into a human form.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to live, follow me." Morgana flicked his beard and said in a serious tone.

"Yes, sir!" Sakamoto Ryuji's attitude suddenly changed. He knew that he had strayed into the superpower film set by mistake. The adolescent boy's mind was now full of: I must join them.

He looked at Morgana with a smile as if to offer his services, still unaware of how dire the situation he was in was.

In the corner of the corridor, three cameras slowly turned and stared at the man and the cat below.

Dry weather: 066. Madarame Ikryusai is a daimyo (edited)

I climbed over the low wall outside the art museum and entered the central courtyard. I lowered a rope and climbed in from the glass dome with open ventilation windows in the special exhibition hall. I tiptoed to the visitor hall and took a photo of the "Visitor's Guide" posted on the sign with my mobile phone.

As expected, since it's an art museum, there would be something like this... Finally, I don't have to hand-draw the architectural structure diagram like I did in Kamoshida's palace.

Amamiya Ren crawled into the ventilation duct. He followed the "visitor's guide" and crawled around inside the art museum. Following the increasingly dense cordons, he soon found a place where important objects might be stored.

He was currently lying in the ventilation duct, eavesdropping on the conversation of the guards below.

"Madarame-sama's painting skills are becoming more and more sophisticated. I'm really worried that thieves who don't appreciate art will sneak in and steal these precious paintings." said the guard with the name tag "A0872" on his chest.

"So we have to keep a closer watch," added another guard, whose job number is [A0879].

"Don't worry, as long as the control room is safe, no one can steal Madarame-sama's paintings." The leader-like figure said, "The password to the control room is the sum of your work numbers. Remember to tell the next shift colleagues. If you find anything wrong, go in immediately and sound the alarm!"

"Yes!"

872+879=1751.

Amamiya Lian pinched his chin, but it was still a bit troublesome to go in directly because there were too many cameras around. He moved carefully in the ventilation duct.

One of the job benefits that the Velvet Room gave him as a contractor was an ability called "Fool's Eyes", which allowed him to quickly collect key intelligence in an unknown environment.