Tokyo Trickster

With this ability and Orion's hunting instinct, Amamiya Ren easily found and recorded the locations of the surveillance cameras around the control room through the gaps in the windshields of the ventilation ducts.

It seems that before entering the control room to explore, we must first occupy the monitoring room.

He took out a highlighter from his sleeve and slowly moved towards the monitoring room on the first floor of the art gallery while marking the side of the pipe.

Da. Unlike Kamoshida's castle, the ventilation ducts of Madarame Ikryusai's spiritual palace were new and solid, and every screw of the windshield was painted blue. Amamiya Ren took great pains to dismantle it as quietly as possible.

Crackling...a smoke bomb fell to the ground, and soon the air was filled with light gray smoke.

The two guards in the monitoring room looked around with batons in their hands. A thief in a black windbreaker descended from the sky, stepped on the shoulder of the left guard and ripped off the mask on his face, then took out a hunting knife and cut off the mask of the guard opposite. [Orion] quickly appeared and punched at their bodies with lightning speed. The shadow quickly twisted and disintegrated, leaving only two personality masks that were shattered and merged into the shadow of Amamiya Ren.

Amamiya Ren stood in the monitoring room which was embedded with screens of various sizes, opened the empty teapot on the table, and walked to the water dispenser to get some water.

He didn't think that only the shadows with the duties of "guard" would need to eat.

Amid the sound of water splashing, the thief stretched himself, sat down in the comfortable office chair and sipped the hot water.

Crawling through the entire floor in the ventilation duct with a hunched back, I felt like my bones were going to break.

My back and knees ache. It's really a life of hard work...

Amamiya Ren looked at the various surveillance screens, admiring the shadows running around and patrolling, their voices transmitted to the monitoring room through the intercom.

"No abnormalities were found in the first exhibition hall."

"No abnormalities were found in the second exhibition hall."

"In the special exhibition hall, we found that the screws of the wind shield of the ventilation duct were loose. Please contact the construction team."

Amamiya Ren picked up the main intercom and said in a deep voice, "This is the 1F monitoring room. We have contacted the construction team. Please help seal off the special exhibition hall and prohibit people from entering or leaving to avoid any accidents."

"......receive."

He put down the main intercom safely.

Wait, what is this?

Amemiya Ren squinted his eyes and looked at the surveillance screen. In the corridor outside the first exhibition hall, a yellow-haired cat and a black cat cautiously ran out from the hall door.

Morgana and Ryuji Sakamoto?!

The one in front should wait for his order in reality. Well, even if Morgana did not stick to his mission, Amamiya Ren would understand.

So where did this Ryuji Sakamoto come from?

He really wanted to catch this useless big cat and torture it severely, but after thinking about it, he decided to pick them up first. One was a big cat that even Kamoshida's cavalry had a hard time beating, and the other was just an ordinary yellow-haired man. These two would probably not survive more than half an hour walking in a maze full of shadows.

......

"It's terrible." Ryuji Sakamoto wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He leaned against the wall and put the big cat off his shoulder, panting.

Morgana rubbed his arm, which had lost a lot of hair due to the flames, and complained to him angrily, "I didn't expect you to touch that button."

"I thought it was used to open the door, but it turned out to be an alarm... Who would put an alarm next to the door?"

"Stop talking nonsense and run!" Morgana suddenly shouted.

The yellow-haired mount quickly picked up the big cat and started sprinting at full speed again. The endurance of the ace of the track and field club was fully demonstrated at this moment.

It all started when Ryuji Sakamoto and Morgana were wandering around the art museum blindly and accidentally got trapped in a temporary storage room.

The door was closed, and there happened to be a red button next to it.

So Sakamoto Ryuji slapped him without thinking, "Morgana! Let's get out of here!"

He shouted like this, but the door of the temporary storage room did not open, and the alarm in the room sounded. If Morgana had not reacted in time at that moment and immediately summoned his personality mask [Zorro] to smash it, he would probably be completely surrounded by the guards...

Morgana, the only fighting force, was covered in wounds after defeating five guards in a row. He was carried on Ryuji's shoulders and ran all the way.

Alarms rang everywhere they passed, and guards came rushing in from all directions, forcing them to keep moving around in the art gallery.

In the end, Ryuji Sakamoto and Morgana ran into a dead end.

This is the end of the corridor. There is only one room with a sign on the door that reads [1F General Monitoring Room].

The door opened, and the thief grabbed a man and a cat and threw them into the room. He then closed the door and stood in the corridor that was crowded with shadows.

He raised his hunting knife as he faced the guards who were rushing towards him in formation.

"Orion!"

Amamiya Ren swung his sword down, and with it came Orion's burly and majestic half-naked body.

Amidst the thunderous war cries were fists that were as rapid as a rainstorm, and the entire corridor was shaking as if an earthquake.

Chapter 066, which was posted by mistake last night, is now available

Chapter 066, which was mistakenly posted last night, has been revised and is now available for reading.

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Dry weather: 067. A seductive old man is looking for someone online?

Thunder, tsunamis, hurricane-like roars and punches.

In the devastated corridor, dozens of shadows turned into black smoke and merged into Amamiya Ren's body after being defeated.

The sound of chains entangled was faint. They condensed into a new fragment on the broken Fool card, in which was Ren Amamiya wearing a guard uniform and holding an electric shock device.

......

After Ryuji Sakamoto and Morgana were kicked into the monitoring room, the first thing they saw was a building structure diagram filled with various symbols on the big screen.

There were more than a dozen walkie-talkies lying all over the desk, and it was obvious that the fact that they had made it all the way here safely was the result of Amamiya Ren's painstaking efforts.

The CPU in my brain almost burned out, but luckily I practiced StarCraft with my friends in junior high school. The thief pushed the door and walked into the monitoring room. He pulled out the office chair and sat down, "Tell me, how did you get in?"

Sakamoto Ryuji looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar classmate. The relief and excitement of surviving a near-death experience made him somewhat incoherent, "Amamiya, I..."

"Today's plan is terminated," the thief interrupted him coldly, then looked at Morgana, "Mona, have you thought about what to say?"

The big black cat showed a frustrated and sad expression, "I dragged irrelevant people into the plan and even put myself in danger."

"Hey! What's the plan? Are you going to erase my memory?!" Ryuji Sakamoto shouted in panic.

"There is no way to delete memory here," Amamiya Ren motioned him to calm down, "I will send you out later. I hope you can keep today's experience a secret."

Ryuji Sakamoto swallowed his saliva. The journey to the Mind Palace that shattered his worldview made his mind full of thoughts like "I want to join them", "I want to escape from here", "I also want to become a psychic like Amemiya-san"... His eyes suddenly rolled back, his whole body convulsed, and he began to foam at the mouth and fell into a coma.

Another "Amemiya Lian" stood behind him and withdrew his hand with a giggle. This was an electric current output at the level of a police stun gun, coming from the shadows that had just been defeated.

Amamiya Ren let Orion's physical strength act on him, and he easily carried Sakamoto Ryuji on his back. The monitoring room is very close to the special exhibition hall. This place, which has been marked as a "construction area", is an excellent entrance and exit. I hope that next time I come back, Madarame Ikryusai will not notice this.

"Mr. Ace," the Joker snorted, "look at the screen."

Amamiya Ren put Ryuji back in the chair and punched her inner personality. "How dare you talk like that? Do you want to rebel?"

Boom. The clown was smashed into the table. "You even hit your own inner personality... You really surprised me."

"You're just one of the inner personalities, you bastard," Amamiya Ren clapped her hands in disdain, "Is there anything wrong with me disliking you?"

The clown gave him a thumbs up, "Without my hard work, would your unruly power be so strong?"

"I created you," Amamiya Ren glanced at the surveillance screen and threw Sakamoto Ryuji to the clown, "Take this guy out. I'll stay and fight him for a few moves."

"You have the final say," the clown picked up Ryuji Sakamoto with one hand, grabbed the wounded Morgana with the other, and ran away with light steps.

On the surveillance screen, an old man wearing a kimono that looked like gold foil walked up the stairs one step at a time from the second floor to the reception room on the first floor.

He wore the same golden clogs, and his hair was tied into a strange ponytail, which was tied with thin bandages into a handle like a plant root, and hung down half an arm's length above his head, like a withered daisy.

His eyebrows were painted into a wide, short black quadrilateral, his lips were painted vermilion, and his narrow amber eyes swept around like a snake.

This is the shadow of Madarame Ikryusai, a Japanese daimyo from the Edo period who seemed to have been dug out of a grave.

It was obvious that he was disturbed by the noise on the first floor, so he hurried over with his loyal warriors to investigate the situation.

The first time Amamiya Ren saw him, she almost blurted out "What a slut."

Why is the old man making himself so coquettish?

He no longer had time to explore the control room, as the appearance of Ryuji Sakamoto and Morgana disrupted the original plan.

It won’t be so easy next time. Amamiya Ren turned on the radio station and his voice appeared in the reception room.

"Great painter Madarame, I have long heard of your name. This is the Phantom Thieves of the Mind."

The old man who was walking slowly paused. He raised his head and looked at the infrared camera on the ceiling with a grim expression.

"Our target is the painting that you value most - Sayuri."

"The grand theft is about to begin, so stay tuned."

"But before that, please allow me to give you a thunderous applause for your art that aspires to money and fame."

The burly hunter stood in front of the hall. He drew his bow and aimed at the full moon. Suddenly, a full moon really fell from the sky, accompanied by thunder and fire. A pure white arrow flew through the air, making a shrill sound of breaking through the air.

(ps: Chapter 066, which was mistakenly posted last night, has been revised and is now available for reading.

?Readers who have already subscribed can refresh their bookshelf or delete the book and add it again to see Chapter 066.

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Dry weather: 068. Takemi Tadashi and the Phantom Thieves (two in one)

The autumn evening is like a leopard after a full meal, it sits there indifferently, not trying to grab the sunshine of lust, nor trying to prey, but just sinking into the sunshine of peace and tranquility like a practitioner.

Speaking of leopards, Morgana actually felt that the boy next to him was actually very much like a large cat like a black panther. The quiet atmosphere blended with the boundless solemnity of the fallen red street scene in the west at sunset.

The pale-faced Amamiya Ren carried the semi-conscious Sakamoto Ryuji on her back, and a cat with a lot of hair burned off followed her. They stumbled out of the night of Shibuya and ran into the old Shigenjaya.

This strange combination looks like an old man who moves irregularly at night with his seriously injured and dying son and pet.

Amamiya Ren has been having a tough time financially lately, so after much deliberation she decided to seek help from Takemiya Mia, a doctor who could offer the best possible discount...because she would definitely agree to a deal with her given her difficult situation.

The Phantom Thieves have been gaining quite a bit of popularity recently. The series of follow-up impacts brought about by the Kamoshida case, coupled with Alice's manipulation of public opinion, have easily brought this mysterious organization into the spotlight of the public.

It's also time to assemble a support team.

He thought about it and walked into Takemi Clinic.

Wu Jianmiao sat at the counter, writing and drawing on the medical record with his head down.

"What disease is it?" She asked in a cold voice without raising her head.

"Um... Doctor Takemi, my friend fell down while walking, can you help take a look?" Amamiya Ren put Ryuji Sakamoto on the chair.

"So it's you," Wu Jianmiao's mood became a little worse, "Did this kid break his leg again?"

"Maybe he attacked a little girl and was subdued by her using a stun gun." Amamiya Ren shrugged. "That's something a gang would do."

The doctor was angry, and she frowned her pretty eyebrows, "Then you should take him to the Metropolitan Police Department instead of coming to me."

She pointed at the scarred Morgana next to Amamiya Ren, "Besides, I don't treat pets here."

"I am not a pet!" Morgana yelled, trying to express his dissatisfaction with a tiger-like roar, although all he made was a few loud "meows".

Amamiya Lian was very calm, "I don't dare to go to a big hospital. Maybe there will be quack doctors who abuse clinical drugs and cause patients to die in bed."

Wu Jianmiao's anger disappeared in an instant. She had a blank expression on her face, but the fingers holding the pen turned pale due to the force, reflecting her rapidly shaken heart.

"At your age, you shouldn't be someone who understands these things."

"I want to apply to the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo. Is this reason enough?"

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Okay, let me put it another way. I am a student of your former leader."

"I would rather believe that you are preparing to take the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo School of Medicine."

Amamiya Ren helped Sakamoto Ryuji up, "Then I am the family member of a patient who was killed by your medical treatment?"

Crunch. Wu Jianmiao twisted her fingers holding the pen. She stared at Amamiya Ren and finally sighed helplessly, "I've had enough. What do you want to do?"

"Please help treat this patient first," Amamiya Ren pointed at Sakamoto Ryuji, "We can talk about you later."

Wu Jianmiao glared at him, and the annoyed and helpless emotions appeared on such an icy woman, who actually had a kind of charming and graceful feeling, "Pay your hard work fee first."