Tokyo Trickster

Lately I keep hearing Futaba muttering things like "Kirisu Akatsuki is the best" and "I can't live a day without watching Kurusu Akatsuki's live broadcast."

Right? Sakura Futaba chewed a piece of candy angrily, staring at the scene on the surveillance screen with envy, jealousy and anger.

I can't bear to watch it anymore. How can there be such a shameless woman?

She didn't even think that "Amamiya Ren is a philandering scumbag".

Japanese society is tolerant of published writers to the point of being pathological. Private debauchery is commonplace, and being tolerated is the preserve of talented people.

What's more, there has never been any negative news about Amamiya Ren. In addition, she and Futaba are under the same guardian, which inevitably makes her have some unrealistic fantasies.

If... I mean if, if Sakura Jiawei invited Yan Lalian from Shaoyuan to come to his house as a guest...

Ugh! Sakura Futaba was a little terrified. She would definitely hide in her room and not dare to go out!

Woo woo woo, the otaku girl who surfs the Internet all year round grabbed the pillow and banged the chair hard. If only she could lock Amamiya Ren in the room. She really wants to be friends with him.

Anyone who can write such passionate books must be a righteous person, like Kamen Rider or Ultraman.

Sakura Futaba looked at the entire row of figures on the storage shelf.

She was a little disappointed.

My righteous companion will surely look down on me, right? She thought to herself with self-mockery.

After all, I am a bad guy who "killed" my relatives. So whether it is Kamen Rider or Ultraman, they will not protect me.

The scene on the surveillance screen stopped at the scene where Amamiya Ren and Tomori Nao were concentrating on eating, occasionally looking at each other and talking.

Sakura Futaba was very envious.

She really wished that the girl sitting opposite Amamiya Ren was herself.

It’s great, I can eat at the same table with my idol and chat casually like friends.

This should be the first time you two have met. The hacker girl puffed up her cheeks. I am so angry, I want to send you an electric shock.

She turned off the surveillance stream, called up the gallery of beautiful photos of Amamiya Ren, and began her life as Tokyo Pikachu.

It's really strange, why is there still someone spying on me? The Phantom Thief was a little annoyed by Orion's hunting consciousness.

Nao Tomori was eating curry, and a light sweat oozed from her smooth forehead. Her lips were slightly swollen from the spiciness, making her look as tempting as if she had put on the best lipstick.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that this reporter's family situation is not very good.

This is the age when girls pursue fashion and vanity the most, but on weekends, they wear rough work clothes, cheap canvas bags, and no makeup.

The most expensive item on his body is probably the handheld camera.

Her mobile phone is an outdated model from several years ago, and it would be difficult for her to play popular games.

Amamiya Ren was actually quite curious about what tricky topics this young reporter who had been following him for several days could bring up.

At this moment, Ryuji Sakamoto, who had no idea that he had been "beheaded by the sword", was walking into the tram station triumphantly.

He boasted to his seniors on the phone.

"Oh! Don't worry, I can definitely bring that Amamiya to the club!"

"Aiya, Amemiya is a very easy-going guy, so you seniors can rest assured!"

"Yeah, that's right, remember to prepare the venue and enjoy my heroic victory over the 'genius'!"

Sakamoto Ryuji slapped his chest with his big hands—

the next day.

Xiujin High School.

The seniors of the track and field club stood by the track and applauded because Ryuji Sakamoto, who had lost miserably in the competition, was wearing a maid outfit, looking pale and heartbroken, dragging a tire on the track and running wildly.

What a handsome and dashing guy.

Dry Weather: 081. Madarame's Ultimatum (4K)

ATLUS office.

Kotaro Tatsumi, who has recently been upgraded to a "gold medal agent", sits at his desk with his hands crossed under his nose. The indoor lights cast a white light on his face, making the outline of his cheekbones more prominent.

The biggest cash cow of the entire firm was now typing diligently on the keyboard opposite him.

Amamiya Ren is busy finishing up the plot of her new book, but she also wants to make money as an idol, so she comes to work with her laptop.

Different from most boys and girls who fall into the trap of being an "idol".

Before entering the industry, Amamiya Ren had already accumulated a large number of fans, and he made his debut directly while taking advantage of the popularity of "writing books under real names". For a period of time afterwards, some old books that were not selling well became popular again, and the sales of Xiangyingsha's publications also increased steadily - fans who did not like to read suspense novels chose to buy them because of their looks, and fans who did not like the idol industry chose to subscribe to blog accounts because of their talents.

It's a win.

He is not an ordinary artist who will die without promotion and traffic. He became an idol just to make his books sell more smoothly and promote the operation of copyright.

Tatsumi Kotaro cleared his throat, "Kurisu Akatsuki-sensei?"

"Ah, I'm listening." Amamiya Ren stopped typing on the keyboard.

"Are you closely related to the Daidoji Group?"

"So...are they inviting me to participate in some program they sponsor?"

The agent stood up and fiddled with the printer. He quickly took out a stack of warm contracts and put them on the table. "The 'Kinomoto Stationery' brand under the Daidoji Group sincerely invites you to be their annual spokesperson this year. There is no cash compensation, but a box of the latest school supplies will be given as a gift."

Kotaro Tatsumi took out a plastic box with exquisite white packaging from under his desk. On it was written "Kinomoto's Stationery Shop" in Chinese characters with a cute cherry blossom pattern.

"I still recommend that you take this endorsement. The hidden income is considerable."

Amamiya Lian looked through the contracts. Most of them were tentative cooperation matters, and the sincerity was not high. "What is this?"

He pulled out a piece of white paper from the bottom, the content of which was almost the same as the endorsement invitation from the Daidoji Group, with the word "free" highlighted. The rice bowl filled with money was already at his mouth.

"Genji Heavy Industries?"

"Well, this is a very famous industrial group in Tokyo, involved in various technological fields."

"Why did they ask me to endorse these..." Amamiya Ren was sweating. Is there any connection between his external personality and large industrial equipment such as "copper ore re-separation machine, electric furnace, jack"?

"I heard that the contact there said that there are fans of yours among the children of the group's management. They are probably using public funds to chase after your idol."

"Are they going to give me a jack or a furnace?"

"That's a bit exaggerated," Tatsumi Kotaro lamented that his artists' style was too tough, which brought great convenience to the operation of the agency, "Genji Heavy Industries gave you a set of scale gun models of "APEX"."

Amamiya Ren tactically retreated, "Quickly bring me a pen!"

After setting up some schedules at the office, he ran back to the secret base carrying a large box of stationery.

As I was walking down the hallway, I passed by a pretty girl. She was probably a sophomore in high school, wearing a black top and short skirt, with her long orange-brown hair tied into a high ponytail. Her hair was neatly combed with a few hairpins, which were intentionally or unintentionally arranged in the shape of the Roman numeral 22: "XXII".

The agent's voice sounded behind him, "Oh, it's Shiomi, aren't you going to school today?"

The girl's voice was lively and brisk, like the flame of a lighter, warm and friendly. "I wanted to learn more about emotional management from idols, so I asked for leave from my teacher this afternoon. Don't worry, my grades are very good!"

"You are really diligent," Tatsumi Kotaro applauded, "You should be able to get rid of your reserve status soon and step onto the stage for real."

"Hey, it's all thanks to my manager and teachers~" The girl suddenly stood up straight and saluted like a member of the Self-Defense Forces. "Soldier Shiomi Kotone, I'm at the command of the commander at any time!"

Hardworking. Maybe she is just trying to become a regular idol, Amamiya Ren thought casually, not caring...

The broken Fool card suddenly emitted a blinding light in the empty velvet room. Fragmented consciousnesses were awakened. They whispered and argued about [The Fool], [The World] and [The Universe].

No one noticed this change, it was silent and did not cause any incidents. Lavenda was helping Amamiya Ren work on his computer to get the APEX pass.

The office of ATLUS firm is located in Sixuan Tea House, quite close to Sakura Jiawei's home.

The deserted streets and the yellow low walls are covered with colorful graffiti, which may give the layman the illusion of abstract art.

An old man with a cane pushed open the door and started scolding three children who were squatting against his wall and painting with crayons. His endless words were the essence of the Japanese language, the quintessence of the country, and the concentrated crystallization of human society's art of expressing emotions.

This artistic influence may have a profound impact on these uncivilized human cubs, guiding them to the palace of art in the near future, and actively inheriting the most essential part of the Japanese language. And passing it on to others, from generation to generation, the flame will not be extinguished, this is civilization.

"Amamiya?" Sakura Jiawei was watering two newly bought pots of olive trees outside the shop. Through the open door, one could see the counter and dining table covered with dustproof cloth. There were two iron buckets on the ground, as if they were doing a big cleaning.

"Mr. Sakura, good afternoon," Amamiya Ren put the plastic box in her hand next to the counter, rolled up her sleeves, and naturally walked into the store to pick up the rag and dip it in water, "Do you need any help?"

"Hey, kid," the store manager seemed to be hesitant to speak, but scratched the back of his head helplessly, "Thank you for your hard work."

The camera in LeBron was spinning very fast, as if it wanted to grow wings and stick to Amamiya Ren's face.

This overly obvious behavior made the thief a little unbearable.

But this is his guardian's store after all, and he was too embarrassed to remove the camera or point out the clues. He thought about going home and asking Alice to help find out who was spying on him all day long.

After finishing LeBron's spring cleaning, Sakura Jiawei invited Amamiya Ren to her house for lunch.

"I will definitely come visit you next time," the Phantom Thief said with some regret, "I have an appointment with a friend today. I want to learn more about the connotation of Japanese paintings."

"Well, it's not good to break an appointment," Sakura Jiawei Zen Maki Shino's shoulder, "Remember what you said, you must remember to come to my house when you are free - you have worked hard this time. When the time comes, I will definitely show you the cooking skills that a middle-aged man has worked hard on for many years."

"Then let me look forward to it." Amamiya Ren replied with a smile.

Far away, the reserve idol who just passed by was fiddling with a "pistol" in the bathroom. She began to think...

What's going on with that boy?

I had never seen him before, but I felt familiar with him, as if he was haunted by a shadow.

The girl's name is Shiomi Kotone, and she was once a contractor of the Velvet Room. The word "once" is used to modify it because it has been a long time since she entered the room that is located between reality and spirit.

If the Velvet Room has a new contractor, maybe [The Fool] will be like this? Shiomi Kotone made a face in front of the mirror. She tried many ways to contact Igor, but all to no avail.

Forget it, I’d better find a way to fill my stomach first.

Since she was inexplicably dragged into that strange vortex, she traveled from Gekkoukan Academy in 2009 to Kita-ku, Tokyo many years later. It has been nearly a week since then. The few days of surviving on the streets of Tokyo made her realize that things have changed.

A second ago I was sitting in the dormitory listening to music, and in the blink of an eye, everything was strange and there were gang fights all around.

Tokyo is such an interesting place.

Shiomi Kotone, who had nothing with her except headphones and personal belongings, took advantage of the chaos to knock out a few hooligans who had ill intentions towards her and borrowed Fukuzawa Yukichi from them.

It was so annoying because my phone was charging on the desk at that time and I didn’t bring it with me.

Xijian Qinyin snorted softly and said, "Forget it, let's try to become an idol first."

If I become famous, those guys will definitely contact me. And I can earn a lot of money.

If...if they really existed in this world.

She looked up at the leaden sky of Tokyo. She had actually tried to dial with her new phone, but the phone numbers in her memory were all here and even the format was wrong.

It is going to rain.

Suddenly I feel a little lonely.

A person is thrown into a strange era and a strange city, and all the friends he once knew cannot be contacted.

"Are you starting to miss school while you're working?" the agent saw her in the corridor.

Shiomi Kotone blinked her bright brown eyes and said, "I was thinking about the boy I just met."

"Hey, that guy is your senior, you should show some respect to him," said Tatsumi Kotaro. "But I understand. After all, Amamiya is really into the tastes of little girls like you. Most of the girl idols in the agency are his fans."

"Can I ask your stage name, Senior?"

"Kurisu Akatsuki." The manager still answered, "If you have nothing to do, don't bother him. This guy doesn't really care about idols."

Could he be the contractor of the Velvet Room? the time traveler wondered.

A light rain began to fall from the sky. It was hazy, like the sinking of a sea of ​​clouds after it collapsed, like a whale falling. Even the ending of a magnificent life was a grand epic.

The end of a life actually awakened countless people to rebirth.

There were scattered sounds of car horns on the street. After walking out of the tram station, Amamiya Ren leaned against the wall and turned on the weather forecast on her mobile phone.

Isn’t it going to rain tomorrow?

He thought expressionlessly, but fortunately, the one who was more unlucky was Morgana who was outside carrying the notice letters.

The camera hung on the big cat has been treated with waterproof and drop-proof treatment, but if it rains too heavily, it may become a sponge soaked with water and the water can be squeezed out by twisting it with your hands.

Made an appointment with Kitagawa Vsuke to meet in Madarame's studio.

Amamiya Ren simply expressed his interest in Japanese painting, and the other party enthusiastically began to explain various matters.

As a result, he got the opportunity to go deep into Madarame's "Spiritual Palace" in reality. Amamiya Ren thought this was a great test for Morgana. It was time to verify the results of the big cat's hard work.

Madarame Ikryusai has not returned to his studio during the day in recent days. The great painter is busy organizing TV shows to promote his skills, and then attending parties attended by major socialites to hype up the paintings on display to a suitable price.

He must take advantage of the time difference when Madarame Ikryusai is not present but is about to return to complete his exploration of the studio.