Tokyo Trickster

The Infinite Fountain above the main hall was still solidified, shielding Madarame from the huge rocks that fell after the dome was shattered. This palace was collapsing.

The Phantom Thieves ignored him and turned back to reality.

The door of the hall slowly closed.

Before closing the door, Kitagawa Vsuke glanced at the old man kneeling under the golden waterfall, "Goodbye, Mr. Madarame. No matter what the purpose is, it is your teachings that have brought me to where I am today."

"Let's go." Amamiya Ren nudged him with her elbow.

"Sorry, lost my mind."

"Tomorrow is Halloween, let's celebrate together then."

Two people and a cat walked through the collapsing hall.

That endless greed gradually faded away with the departure of the secret treasure.

10 month 30 day.

Halloween.

The Phantom Thieves of the Hearts successfully stole Madarame Ikryusai's twisted desires.

Dry weather: 099. Things about Fangze's family

“It feels like it has completely turned into a violent gang.”

Amamiya Ren was lying on the sofa with a dazed look in her eyes.

Lavenda massaged his shoulders and arms. "Are you still thinking about Madarame's palace?"

"Well, this time the theft of the secret treasure was totally lacking in skill and it can't be called 'magnificent' at all. It's just like a group of street thugs robbing a sixty-year-old man." The thief was a little annoyed.

The secretary laughed so hard that she couldn't help laughing. "In the end, it's because we don't have enough partners. The many plans you specified in the combat meeting can't be implemented at all."

"It's really upsetting." Amamiya Ren rubbed the girl's head. The silky and soft touch made people calm down involuntarily.

Lavenda cooperated and rubbed Amamiya Ren's palm, allowing him to feel her body temperature more clearly. "Do you feel better now?"

"I'm not in such a bad mood actually." The leader of the Phantom Thieves cheered up a little, "Today is Halloween, let's go out and have fun together."

"Hmm? Do I want to join in?" Lavenda had gotten used to the life between the Velvet Room and the bedroom.

"It's a rare holiday, let's go out for a walk," Amamiya Ren continued to invite.

"It's not a date, huh... It's really boring," the secretary thought of a big cat and a fox man, and her expectations fell into emptiness.

Although she said so, as soon as she walked out of the door, Lavenda immediately smiled with joy. She hugged Amamiya Ren's arm affectionately, and a faint blush appeared on her delicate face.

November 11st is a weekend. In fact, you won’t see many pedestrians in strange costumes during the day, as everyone is busy shopping and enjoying their rare leisure time. It’s only when the lights are on and the crowds of people come together at night that Halloween begins.

It was still noon, and there were already many traffic police setting up safe passages on Shibuya Street to make arrangements for the hundreds of thousands of people that would flow through at night.

When the heavy rain stopped, the sky was as clear as a mirror. Sanitation workers walked along the street in groups of two or three, holding brooms. The billboards on the building broadcast the latest joint event of the Big Bang Burger Shop, "The most powerful beef burger warrior in the galaxy has joined Lelouch's Black Knights. Holy Britannia Empire, your doom has come."

LeBron of Sigenjaya bought some stickers and ribbons to decorate the store, and the gray-haired old customers joked that he still had a childish heart.

The store manager rubbed the back of his head and said, "Oh, Amamiya said he would come to my house as a guest. It's Halloween now, and he hasn't even made a definite promise."

"Are you still thinking about other people's children?" Mr. Fangze sat at the counter and took a sip of coffee with a smile.

"Hey, I'm the guardian of that kid!" Sakura Jiawei said calmly, "The two little girls in your family are going to high school... They come to me every day to ask about various news about school selection. Don't think I didn't notice it."

"Oh..." Mr. Yoshizawa drank his coffee calmly, not feeling awkward at all. "Xia and Sumire both have good talents in gymnastics, so there will be no problem in getting them into a good high school. It's just that the resources for various competitions are closely related to the school, so we need to learn more about them."

"Why, you want them to read Xiujin?"

"That was the plan at first, but there have been a lot of scandals lately, and as a parent it's inevitable that I'm worried."

Sakura Jiawei stopped the kettle and put it in the cupboard. "For this kind of thing, it's best to listen to the children's opinions..."

Fangze's expression became strange, "Of course I asked."

"......" The store manager took a breath, "Are they determined to read Xiu Jin?"

"That's true." Mr. Yoshizawa sighed, "I guess it has something to do with Amemiya. My eldest daughter secretly used the prize money from the junior gymnastics competition to buy idol merchandise, and my youngest daughter's room is covered with all kinds of posters about 'Kurisu Akatsuki'... They are only in the third grade of junior high school and they are already so fanatical. If they went to the same high school, I can't imagine what they would do."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not going to torture me, are you?"

"To be precise, it's a request or a request," Fangze said seriously, "I want to get to know the child named Amamiya more deeply in my daily life. Just my personal opinion, chasing stars is an entertainment activity that conforms to the trend of the times. It can relieve the pressure accumulated from study and training. If I can find a suitable role model, I will be grateful to him."

"Oh, what a good father."

"Anyway, I'm counting on you."

"Well, since Kasumi and Sumire are so cute, I'll help you with this matter," Sakura Jiawei Shang Jiusi flattered, "I haven't had any trouble with my own family yet..."

boom!

In a small bedroom in Sakura's house.

The genius hacker accidentally fell off the gaming chair and hurt his butt.

She wanted to cry but had no tears. It was clearly me who came here first, so why was the guardian busy helping outsiders first?

No, Sakura Futaba thought of Alice's tip-off and she shuddered.

It’s better if Amamiya Ren doesn’t come, I’m a little scared.

(I am busy taking care of my dad. The speed at which I type in the hospital is really annoying.)

100. Halloween Phantom Thieves

(Hot fact: Halloween in Japan is November 11st.)

Niito Steak House. This little-known shop has a supply channel that makes its peers tremble... A5 and M9 and other top-quality beef are the main ingredients of the shop.

It is said that the store is closely related to that "Totsuki Academy"... (crossed out) Reality has nothing to do with the comics.

It is said that the owner of the restaurant is actually a "super chef" who went to the mysterious East for further studies and returned to China... (crossed out)

In short, it’s sold at a very high price.

Wearing big square sunglasses, Amamiya Ren cut a small piece of beef with a little myoglobin, put it in her mouth and praised it for being melt-in-the-mouth, tender and fresh... No, I'm not a gourmet, why would I want to write a poem to describe it? It's good to eat.

Kitagawa Vsuke often followed Madarame Ikryusai to high-end restaurants, and was not too surprised to eat expensive food.

The surprise belonged to the others, who were lost in thought and confusion as they looked at the black cat squatting on the dining table and gnawing on Kobe beef. Have cats started to eat such expensive food these days?

Lavenda wore a black hoodie with a knee-length skirt, pale white lace socks and black thick-soled Mary Jane shoes, probably to highlight her "white" attribute.

The secretary whispered to Amamiya Ren, "There's a guy at the next table who's been spying on us."

The new idol just turned his head and met a pair of blue eyes. He was silent for a moment, "Um, paparazzi?"

Nao Tomori, who wrapped herself tightly, lowered her head in embarrassment and took a big gulp of lemonade.

The two girls sitting opposite her looked at her in confusion, "What's wrong with Nao-chan? You've been acting weird lately."

"Ah, nothing," Tomori Nao explained to her friends with a wry smile, "I was just surprised that the cat at that table was eating steak."

"Oh, that's right. You even feed black pepper to the cat. Aren't you afraid that it will get sick?"

Dongxiang Yiersan picked up the porcelain cup elegantly, and the light brown tea rolled on the white wall of the cup. "We have no reason to interfere in other people's affairs."

"I hope the family can take the cat to the doctor in time after discovering that it is sick."

"Yeah." Nao Tomori nodded repeatedly. She also felt that this was inappropriate.

Yagi Yui picked up a piece of toast, dipped it in some white salad and put it in her mouth. "Don't be polite with me. Eat it freely. The fruits of victory are only delicious when they are shared with friends."

She won the Tokyo Mahjong City Championship yesterday and excitedly took out some of the prize money to treat her friends to a high-end meal.

Togo Ichi-San thought for a while and said, "At the end of the month, I will participate in the Ryuoku Shogi competition for women. If I win a prize, we can get together again."

Tomori Nao's hand froze for a few seconds as she cut the steak. "Then I too... I've been contributing to newspapers and magazines and have earned some money recently. How about having dinner together at the cultural festival?"

What a friendship between girls. Nao has been making money these days by using the three characters "Ramgiya Ren". Mr. Money Tree is sitting at the next table, wearing a pair of big sunglasses and pretending to be a passerby.

In fact, the effect is minimal. With the operation of Atlus office, Amamiya Ren's popularity has soared. Originally, she could blend in with the public with a little disguise... But now, even if she covers her face with a scarf and wears sunglasses, she will be recognized by her loyal fans at a glance.

There weren't many young people chasing stars in the steakhouse, but these high-income people in Tokyo's upper class read a lot. They might not know the idols, but the famous author "Kurisu Akatsuki" who was gaining fame... Hey, we're all old friends, please publish your new book faster, thank you. A well-dressed middle-aged man was already hesitating whether to go up and ask for an autograph for his child.

Amamiya Ren was aware of the increasing attention around him, so he hurriedly finished his steak and fled with the members of the Phantom Thieves.

The three of them and the cat got into a business-style stretched sedan. When the agent, who was playing Switch, saw Amamiya Ren, he saved the game and put the game console into the storage cabinet. "Where are you going?"

Mr. Money Tree gave Morgana to Lavenda as a toy to prevent his secretary from playing with his hands.

"Just find a corner in Shigenjaya and put it down. We have to attend the Halloween carnival tonight."

Tatsumi Kotaro wiped the sweat off his face. Speaking of Halloween, he remembered Amamiya Ren's makeup trial in the office's dressing room last night. "Teacher Kurusu Akatsuki, you're not really going to cosplay that gentleman from Gotham, are you?"

“I think the cosplay is pretty authentic.”

"Haha, yeah..." The agent was sweating profusely, "The girls in the agency were almost scared to tears by you, how can we not restore it..."

For some reason, Lavenda suddenly became upset. She grabbed Morgana's cat paws and hit Amamiya Ren's cheek hard, causing the black cat to scream.

Ever since they cleared Madarame Ichiryusai's spiritual palace, the old man immediately disappeared from the public eye. His assistant said in an interview with the media that "Madarame teacher is in seclusion."

Perhaps the day of repentance is approaching.

Kitagawa Vsuke did not feel happy or relieved, his mood was more complicated than ever. In the Line inbox, the "reluctance" and "will" sent by Madarame Ikryusai yesterday afternoon contained emotions that made him, who had already "revenged his great hatred", not know how to respond.

Amamiya Ren specifically tied Kitagawa out of the studio for a dinner party in the hope of helping him.

"I don't need it," Kitagawa Vsuke couldn't say such words.

After Madarame Ichiryusai regained his normal outlook, he began to regret his actions. His desire to compensate his disciple was genuine. In Kitagawa Vsuke's eyes, the old man once again overlapped with the "great painter" in his imagination. How could the admiration and respect that lasted for more than ten years be easily forgotten?

Kitagawa Vsuke could thrust his blade at the greedy old man without hesitation, but he could not point his weapon at the old man who raised him and was now old and regretful. He asked himself many times that some mistakes could not be made up for, and the trauma caused by Madarame Ikryusai to many children in the studio was unforgettable. He should accept the other party's "compensation".

But in fact, until now, Kitagawa Vsuke has not made any reply to that account on Line.

Amamiya Ren patted his shoulder and handed him a Morgana, "Rubbing the cat might make you feel better. No matter how you treat Madarame's confession, we are still your friends."

"Although I am the same age as you, I have quite a lot of experience."

Mr. Money Tree glanced at the agent who was pretending to be deaf and dumb in the seat in front of him, "So, if there is something you really can't figure out, you can try to talk to me."

Lavenda was not surprised that Amamiya Ren would say such a thing.

after all......

Kitagawa called him "Captain".

Humph, my Joker really likes to show off in all kinds of things. She grasped Amamiya Ren's right hand and rubbed it, with a somewhat regretful look flickering on the bony ring finger.

(The 11th to 13th were the busiest days, with all kinds of things to do, so I can’t help but be lazy in updating recently. But my family members are recovering well. Socializing is really bad etiquette.)

Dry weather: 101. Gao Juanxing's first round

LeBron on Halloween.

Sakura Jiawei's sandstone emblem was blindly tied to the shop. Suddenly there was a crackling sound in the shop. He pushed the door open and walked in, fuming with anger, "Sakamoto! What bad things have you done again?!"

Wearing a white work hat to hide his yellow hair, Sakamoto Ryuji was dancing at the counter. Around him were several overturned scare boxes.

After so many years in society, the store manager saw through this guy's true intentions at a glance. What an ungrateful person! I took you in, but you dared to murder me. Quickly summon General Amemiya to drag this man away and execute him!

Sakamoto Ryuji knelt on the ground in fear and said, "Your Majesty, I was just confused for a moment. My loyalty is evident to heaven and earth, and I have no intention of rebelling!"

Sakura Jia Weishan was furious and slammed the table, "Let me see how you are going to explain these vicious little things? !

Sakamoto Ryuji choked up and burst into tears, and I didn't know it, but I found them on the counter when I opened the store after lunch break.

Sakura Jiawei paused and said, "Do you think I will believe such an excuse?"

Seeing a hope of survival, Sakamoto Ryuji shouted loudly, "I was also shocked by this thing just now, but I have discovered that there is another trick in it, so I will present it to Your Majesty."

So what are you waiting for? Hurry and bring it here! The "LeBron Overlord" stretched out his hand impatiently.

Sakamoto Ryuji held out a piece of notepaper with both hands. This was what he found in the unsealed surprise box.

The note read:

[Sakura Jiawei-san, who has committed the sin of arrogance, I will accept your fresh coffee pudding.

- Sakura Futaba.

"Trick or treat."]

The postscript of the eagle's successor written by the world-weary Xinzhong is completed

Sakura Jia Weishan encouraged Si Yongyu to wish him a happy birthday, hey, this child.

If you want to eat, just say no. Why do you have to sneak into the store to get it? But it's a good thing that Futaba is willing to go out... Wait, did she really write this? The manager fell into deep suspicion.