Tokyo Trickster

Then, he released a notice letter and stole Madarame Ikryusai's treasure in a grand manner.

Let the old man explode gold coins (crossed out). It is to make the old man repent.

【Kitagawa Vsuke: How long will it take you to get there? 】

[Please, shoot me a sniper: probably, maybe, maybe, forty minutes? ]

Amamiya Ren chose to answer the question with a question.

【Kitagawa Vsuke: Is it because you didn’t bring an umbrella? 】

I have to say that Kitagawa Vsuke is a very interesting guy. In response to Amamiya Ren's question, he actually asked another question without any hesitation.

Good, very energetic. Amamiya Ren continued to answer with questions.

[Please, send me a sniper: Guess where I am now? ]

Normally, it would be impossible to continue the conversation now.

But maybe Kitagawa Vsuke is not really a normal person, he immediately raised a new question.

【Kitagawa Vsuke: Maybe you are still in the car? 】

[Please, send a sniper: Shouldn't you guess that I'm eating? ]

[Kitagawa Vsuke: Do you like Taiyaki? 】

Amamiya Ren gave in. It was too strange to keep asking questions, and the other party's conversational habits were somewhat unique, so it was really hard to persist.

[Please, send me a sniper: I'm at Shibuya Station. I don't have an umbrella. ]

【Kitagawa Vsuke: I see. I'll pick you up right away. 】

The thief put down his phone silently, and he understood that Kitagawa Vsuke was a guy who couldn't chat. What he could say depended entirely on the strong atmosphere that the topic initiator could create. If the atmosphere was not strong enough, he would most likely start talking nonsense, engraving the words "inappropriate" on the screen, making everyone except himself too embarrassed to respond.

Kitagawa Vsuke in the studio threw away his paintbrush, picked up his umbrella and keys and went out.

A group of junior high school students passing by were discussing the upcoming "Dark Souls 4". They were impressed by Hidetaka Miyazaki's high productivity and exclaimed that the undead were about to obtain mythical equipment - brand new knees.

Amamiya Ren looked up at the gray sky. Fine silk threads were dancing in the mist, like a spider web blown away by the wind.

(PS: Hamzi only appears temporarily to set up the plot, and will probably be used in the next volume.)

(PS2: Hamuko is the protagonist of Persona 3. She is a beautiful girl. In the official setting, she is called a "cute devil" by Amamiya Ren.)

Dry weather: 082. The Phantom Thief, the Cat, and Sayuri

【Alice: Amamiya.】

[Please, send me a sniper: Um... did you find any results? ]

【Alice: This information is a bit offensive. 】

[Please, send me a sniper: give me some friendship price. ]

【Alice: 5 shake!

(Bank card transfer notification: **

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[Alice: The initial asking price did not fool you. The cost of hacking is really high. The firewalls and traps set up by the other party in the Four-room Teahouse are of a very sophisticated level.]

[Please, send me a sniper: (ultimate flash.jpg)]

【Alice: @Alibaba. 】

【Alice: This is the person who is spying on you all day long. 】

[Please, send me a sniper:? ]

Good fellow, the workers have begun to spy on the boss's private life. Amamiya Ren's breathing stagnated, and the thumb that was tapping the screen could not help but increase its strength.

Kitagawa Vsuke, who was mixing paints nearby, looked at him in confusion and asked, "Let me ask you in advance, have you ever been exposed to painting before?"

"I know a little bit about sketching." Amamiya Renqie screen found the "canvas school bag" he had drawn in art class during junior high school in his mobile phone album, and then showed it to the professional.

"You have a good foundation. I will teach you how to color it today," Kitagawa Vsuke nodded. He opened the door and went to the studio next door to look for the latest painting tools.

Amamiya Ren opened Line again and revealed the true identity of the hacker she hired. "Tell me his true identity."

【Alice: He is my friend...】

[Please, send me a sniper: I am not your friend anymore? ]

【Alice: Friendship is priceless! 】

[Please, I'll come to your house tomorrow. Since we're all friends, let's get to know each other.]

In the small room far away, Alice screamed, scratching her bangs that covered her eyes, helpless. Sorry, Miss Sakura, I've tried my best. This guy is really going to kill me alone online.

【Alice: ... Spare me. 】

(Bank card transfer notification: **

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[Please, send me a sniper: I don’t like people disturbing my life. ]

Oh no, this guy is really angry. Alice cautiously probed. [Don't hurt her... That guy is already quite pitiful.]

[Please, send this: I am a good student who abides by the law, loves the campus, respects teachers, and studies hard. ]

Alice didn't want to pay any attention to this ultimate delinquent boy who punched a popular congressman into a dental hospital.

She compressed all the information about "Sakura Futaba" and stuffed it into the email box to send to Amamiya Ren, then quickly changed the account status to offline.

[Alice: (unnamed compressed package)]

......

at the same time.

Morgana, dripping wet, climbed up the water pipe with difficulty, carrying his waterproof bag, and crawled in through the open window.

The curtains, wet from the rain, were heavy and dark in large areas.

There were no extra furnishings in the room, just a set of tables and chairs, a sofa, and a separate bathroom.

This is a rental house across the street from Madarame Ikryushai Studio. It is located in a remote area, and the decoration and location are a bit shoddy, so the price is naturally affordable.

The conditions for renting out the property are also very low. All you need to do is produce a legally binding document, and you don’t even need to prove that you are the person.

After his first visit to Madarame, Amamiya Ren rented it for a month using the "borrowed" driver's license of Kamoshida Taku, stuffing some infiltration tools and cash into it to serve as a temporary base of operations.

Morgana pulled open the curtains and threw away the heavy bag. The assembled dryer that Amamiya Ren bought at the second-hand market was the most valuable property in the room. He turned on the dryer and used the hot air to blow the hair randomly.

"What a torture," sighed the big cat. It didn't dare to waste any time. Feeling that it was a little lighter, it picked up its bag and started to move.

We must explore the rooms deep inside the studio while Madarame Ikryusai is not at home.

The Joker's efforts could not be wasted. The camera hung under its neck emitted a faint red light.

Morgana has no memory of the past. Ever since he became conscious, he has been jumping up and down alone in the memory space, avoiding the pursuit of shadows and looking for the possibility of recovering his memory.

He entered Kamoshida's palace because he felt that the "secret treasure" was something very important to him and might be able to help it recover its memory.

It doesn't know whether the "secret treasure" is really useful, but if it is not even willing to "recover its memory", the inexplicable knowledge it is born with will be like a joke mocking the meaninglessness of its life.

Different from the "Temple of the Mind", it is a place where a person's ideas are distorted by strong negative or corrupt thoughts, centered on the shadow self, and reflecting the views of the surrounding objects.

Impression space is the place where the collective unconscious is stored, that is, the "palace of everyone", which is the aggregation of the subconscious of the entire city's residents.

Morgana has been hiding alone in the huge impression space.

It is looking for the meaning of existence in blindness and confusion. It doesn't know how long it can hold on. Venturing into Kamoshida's maze may have meant giving up.

During the days when he was imprisoned and punished by the guards, Morgana thought a lot and found that he didn't seem to have anything particularly precious. If he was executed by the shadow like this, it might be a relief -

Until the young man in a black windbreaker and a white bird mask stood outside the prison.

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This period of lonely exploration was ended by Amamiya Ren.

He opened the iron gate and stretched out his hand to the lonely Morgana outside the prison, "Come and join my Phantom Thieves, Morgana."

Thousands of words flashed through Morgana's mind. He wanted to refuse with a condescending attitude and retain his dignity as a "special person" to wait for the thief's next invitation; he also wanted to put on a mercenary face and repeatedly discuss the treatment and remuneration... In the end, he just lowered his head and described his true feelings in a very soft voice.

"Grateful."

It likes this handsome Phantom Thieves, and also likes the always gorgeous and cool Amamiya Ren who seems to be omnipotent.

So when Amamiya Ren proposed various tasks, Morgana was willing to take the initiative to face his identity as a "cat" and provide as much assistance as possible.

Perhaps this was friendship, and Morgana was experiencing it for the first time.

If it really couldn't get its memory back, then as a member of the Phantom Thieves, as Mona, and as a friend of Amamiya Ren, it felt that it could continue to live.

Walking through the dark beams, I soon saw a door painted with peacock feathers, which exuded a luxurious atmosphere that was out of tune with the entire house.

This should be the painting studio where Madarame Ikryusai did not allow his disciples to enter or leave.

crunch...

It used its claws to operate a homemade lock picking tool and pried open the door lock.

With the cat's night vision, he could clearly see the easels lying across the room and the bookcases piled with paintings.

Their contents are all the same, all of them are about Madarame Ikryusai's debut Japanese painting, "Sayuri," which made him famous.

Oh my, what an amazing discovery. Morgana, who was stabilizing the camera to capture the entire studio, thought that he had to quickly contact Amamiya Ren who was restraining Kitagawa Vsuke in the next room.

Morgana put down the bag behind him and tapped the button on the inside of the zipper. It was a simple signal transmitter that could make the receiver respond when the distance was close.

"This place should be painted with bright blocks of color to create contrast..." Kitagawa Vsuke was explaining while drawing on a canvas nailed to the blackboard with a utility knife.

Amamiya Ren stood up calmly and said, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Want me to lead the way?"

"No, I know where the toilet is. Just take a break. You must have worked hard teaching."

The thief wandered around in the old corridor and soon found the Peacock Feather Studio with its door open.

I didn't turn on the lights, I just used the flashlight on my cell phone for lighting.

This is really an amazing discovery. Amamiya Lian pinched his chin and motioned Morgana to continue to go deeper into the studio to shoot. He thought of Kitagawa Vsuke next door.

Kitagawa seems to regard "Sayuri" as his own enlightenment and pursuit.

If we bring him here and repeat the idea that "Madamame Ikryusai plagiarized other people's works", I'm sure we'll see a very interesting performance.

Amamiya Ren wants to know what choice Kitagawa Vsuke will make between "the grace of raising" and "the collapse of faith".

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, and a rainstorm was brewing.

Dry weather: 083. Be yourself in the rain

Huge water droplets hit the glass window, shattering with a crisp sound.

Madarame Ikryusai stood surrounded by a group of painters and felt an indescribable palpitation.

At this time, a new variety show "The Decline and Rise of Japanese Painting" was being rehearsed, and as a special guest, the great painter Madarame naturally became the focus of the scene.

Everything was as usual. The old man was swept up in flattery and boasting, gradually heading towards the door of desire for fame and wealth.

But I always feel that something important is being spied on.

His brows furrowed and then relaxed, but his face still maintained a kind and friendly smile.

The sound of rain became more and more rapid, like drum beats or heartbeats.

Madarame Ichiryusai's heart was beating fast.

It seemed as if someone was stealing from his treasure trove.

"Mr. Madarame, your "Sayuri" is really..." A regular guest of the show boasted in the stands according to the copywriting on the Internet. It is like Japan's "Mona Lisa", Tokyo's "Night Watch", and Shibuya's "Las Meninas". It is said that it is a rare painting genius in the Yamato nation.

These exaggerated compliments should have been very helpful to Madarame Ichiryusai.

But he just felt cold sweat running down his face.

Sayuri...

This painting, which is quite famous in Japan and even has a high status in the world, was actually stolen once.

The process of retrieving the artifact was full of twists and turns, but it unexpectedly allowed Madarame Ikryusai to discover the lucrative way of "hyping genuine products and selling counterfeits". Through many protective umbrellas, he made a lot of money.