Tokyo Trickster

Unfortunately, in such a narrow space, with Orion's qualities, no human could resist his impact. The flames didn't even have time to cover the lower parts before they were dispersed by the erupting airflow.

Amamiya Ren did not retract the arrowhead, but looked at her warily, "How did you awaken your personality mask? Why can you force me into the impression space?"

Shiomi Kotone took the initiative to remove the [Orpheus] behind her. She even threw away the "pistol" without hesitation. "Please give me a chance to explain."

"I don't trust you that much. We've only known each other for 12 hours." Amamiya Ren said seriously, "Although I don't know why I had an inexplicable liking for you when we first met, this is definitely not a reason for me to blindly trust you."

The person whom she completely trusted did not trust her. This mismatch of emotional investment and return made Xijian Qinyin a little sad. She opened her mouth, but finally stared at Amamiya Ren with wet eyes, "So, are you going to search me?"

"Your actions just now are undoubtedly an attempt to assassinate me," Amamiya Lian was silent for a moment, "regardless of your real purpose. I believe that a body search is the prerequisite for our conversation."

He paused, "Do it yourself."

Shiomi Kotone bit her lip in grievance. She had no choice but to fall into this situation. If Amamiya Ren could not experience this power of different paths leading to the same destination, he would never believe the facts he was about to describe.

But according to her plan, it was inevitable that she would temporarily lose Amamiya Ren's trust...

The girl took off the buttons one by one, untied the bow tie at the collar, and took off her coat. Her orange eyes were already filled with crystal tears. With the sound of OO@@, her coat fell to the ground. She held up her half-removed short skirt with one hand to cover her thin underwear, and covered the ups and downs outlined by her underwear with the other hand. A large area of ​​white skin was exposed, shining like jade and revealing a healthy blush. The proportions were perfect and flawless. The slender thighs could be held in one hand, and the shape of the calves was as beautiful as the arc of a crescent moon. The delicate soles of her feet were decorated with white cotton socks and wrapped in black round-mouthed leather shoes, which made her look more youthful and energetic, and pure and beautiful.

“Is this... okay?” Even though she was once a contractor of the Velvet Room, she was still just a 16-year-old girl. Her voice trembled and tears welled up in her eyes.

Amamiya Ren's eyes quickly swept over Shiomi Kotone's almost defenseless body, and then he took back the arrowhead in his hand. He closed his eyes and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry for putting you in such an embarrassing situation."

In fact, there was no need to apologize, because everything was caused by Shiomi Kotone herself. But he could not deny his affection for her at first sight, and the sincerity of that emotion, and the "Fool" card recorded in the Velvet Room would not be false.

"Stop looking!" The girl started to put on her clothes with tears in her eyes.

The sound of fabric rubbing against skin is really tempting, especially when you think of a young girl with impeccable appearance and temperament changing clothes right next to you. It is really tempting.

Amamiya Ren, on the other hand, remained calm and unmoved, with the indifference of an old monk in meditation.

This transcendent state of mind was honed day after day under the guidance of Lavender, through repeated cake cooking. Learning to cook always helps people calm down, get rid of their original restlessness, and become calm and free of worldly desires.

By the time Shiomi Kotone whispered to him that he should open his eyes, they were already in a private room in the Chinese restaurant.

The girl's clothes were still a little messy. She put the "pistol" on the table and pushed it to Amamiya Ren.

A time traveler from 2009 begins to describe his past.

A girl who was caught up in the disaster lost her loved ones at the age of 7 and was even forced to be hospitalized for a long time, and even her academic performance suffered a severe blow.

Then, ten years later, Kotone Shiomi transferred to the "Private Gekkoukan Academy" as a second-year student. Like Amamiya Ren, she became a contractor of the Velvet Room by "coincidence" and gained the power of the Fool.

He mastered the power of the personality mask, came into contact with various organizations, and fought against the shadows. He came into contact with friendship again in a brand new life.

Until one day, when she was lying in her dormitory playing with her latest limited edition Spider-Man-branded Sony headphones, a strange vortex suddenly appeared at her feet.

After regaining consciousness, Kotone Shiomi has arrived in Tokyo in 2015.

"I see, you are one year older than me." Amamiya Ren played with her "pistol". Strictly speaking, it was a "summoning device", a "local specialty" that Shiomi Kotone brought out from her world. It allowed the user to summon a personality mask in reality and drive it as normally as possible.

According to Lavenda, Amamiya Ren, who can use the personality mask at will in reality, is considered to have extremely outstanding qualifications among the Velvet Room's contractors.

To describe it in a game-like language:

Using a personality mask in the image space consumes only a few digits of mana per second, while using a personality mask in the real world consumes dozens of times more mana.

Theoretically, the blue bar of a normal human is very limited. If one wants to display "superpowers" in reality, one must bear the corresponding price or use tricks to achieve it. But Amamiya Ren undoubtedly broke this rule. His blue bar is very long, completely exceeding the capacity of a human as a container, which allows him to drive his personality mask recklessly in the real world with extremely low efficiency.

Lavenda was unable to explain this, and could only reluctantly attribute it to the peculiarity of Amamiya Ren.

Because in another time and space in her memory, the fighting power displayed by Amamiya Ren at the same stage was actually far inferior to that of the current Amamiya Ren.

Xijian Qinyin was dejected. She had already told everyone her whole story and came to a completely unfamiliar era and a completely unfamiliar city. She had lost all her past social contacts and emotional sustenance, and had no one to trust. This was a heavy blow to a young girl who had rarely regained friendship.

She was worried about her friends in the world over there, fearing that they would encounter an irresistible disaster.

The Trickster did not use lies to comfort Shiomi Kotone.

He just objectively and sharply raised a point, "Have you ever tried to find familiar companions in this world?"

"I tried...but I can't find it..." Shiomi Kotone clenched her fists.

"Your method is wrong," Amamiya Ren said calmly, "Give me their names and details, and I'll help you find them."

"But you can't even find any trace of my existence in this world."

"You have to try it to know." The Trickster poured some hot tea into the porcelain cup and handed it to her. "This is the meaning of the Fool."

Shiomi Kotone looked at the delicate face reflected in the cup, looking pitiful, like a homeless stray cat. "Thank you, senior."

The voice was light, but serious, without the usual playfulness and lightness.

"I will help you," Amamiya Ren became inexplicably anxious. The experience of Shiomi Kotone gave him a bad association, because on the day when she traveled through time, Lavenda activated a certain facility in the Velvet Room and "cleared" the damage caused by the "clown". "Besides, maybe I should be the one to call you senior."

He looked at Shiomi Kotone, "You are a contractor from the previous generation or even the generation before that. Maybe I will have to call you 'sister'."

"Humph," the girl couldn't help but chuckle. She felt much better. "No, a senior is a senior!"

"Wouldn't that be a mess?"

"Lululu~" Xi Jianqinyin made a face. She wiped the corners of her eyes without leaving a trace, and returned to her usual cheerfulness, "I will remember what happened today~"

"Hey, don't say that..."

"The famous writer and idol Kurusu Akatsuki forced an innocent girl to take off her clothes. This is really explosive news."

"Shut up!" Amamiya Lian was horrified. "Reputation is money! Do you want to cut off my source of income?!"

"Hehe," Xi saw Qinyin chuckle, stood up, opened the door and ran away.

Why did you use the word "escape"? Amamiya Ren saw clearly that her ears were already crystal clear and red.

Last night, Kotone Shiomi talked about having a date with Amamiya Ren, and they planned to go to the cinema or the amusement park, but in the end, they didn't go to either of them.

She hid in the bathroom, holding her rapidly beating heart, looking at her blushing face in the mirror, feeling a little annoyed.

I couldn't be alone with Amamiya Ren anymore, my heart was beating faster and faster.

She took a deep breath and splashed cold water on her cheeks. She reflected on how she got so excited when Amamiya Ren suggested a "body search" and chose to respond in a huff, even though there were other, gentler ways to deal with the situation.

I usually read too many romance novels.

What a miserable defeat, Shiomi.

(PS: Three chapters in one.)

106. Sakura Futaba: Victory and defeat are common in the military (two in one)

Amamiya Ren sat in a booth in the restaurant, wondering why Lavenda didn't tell him directly about "Shiomi Kotone".

Because this meeting was inevitable?

Or maybe it was because she really didn't know "Shiomi Kotone". There was no such person among the Velvet Room's previous contractors.

The phone rang, Amamiya Ren unlocked it, it was Sakura Jiaweishan

"Hey, Amamiya, are you busy?"

"What is it, Mr. Sakura?"

"Well, my daughter..." The middle-aged man felt a little embarrassed to make such a request to his juniors.

The considerate teenage idol immediately understood what she meant, "If I can help her get out of autism, it will be an experience worth remembering."

"Really? Oh, you're so kind. Then I'll leave my Futaba to you. You two are of similar age, so you should have a lot to talk about. In fact, she has always been reluctant to meet others and only likes those idols from special effects dramas."

"What a coincidence. I also like special effects dramas."

"Ah, anyway, come to LeBron now, I'll give you the key to my house." Sakura Jiawei made this decision after careful consideration. He has tried many methods, including psychologists and inviting classmates to visit, but he couldn't knock on Sakura Futaba's door.

Even if I closed the store for a week and stayed at home to persuade them gently, the response I got from that room was just a cold interjection.

He observed Amamiya Ren for a long time, and finally after confirming her character, he chose to let her be alone with Sakura Futaba.

This child is Futaba's idol, so he must have his own unique features, right? Sakura Jiawei didn't know much about him, but he could understand the novels published by Amamiya Ren.

"Manager, the customer here wants a cup of hot cocoa." Sakamoto Ryuji, who was sweeping the floor, suddenly popped up and said, "By the way, were you talking to Amemiya on the phone just now? Is he coming over to play?"

Sakura Jiawei Shachi took out a bag of cocoa powder from the refrigerator, and took some fresh milk and put it in a small pot to heat it in a water bath. "Play? Have you finished your homework?"

Ryuji Sakamoto shut his mouth obediently and continued cleaning.

There was only one customer in the usually deserted LeBron, a tall and thin boy with short dark blue hair. He sat in a seat with a drawing board in his arms, writing non-stop. A brand new eraser was placed next to him, but he hardly touched it, leaving only the edges slightly gray.

Kitagawa Vsuke moved out of Madarame's studio and now lives with Morgana in the secret base of Shigenjaya.

This coffee shop named LeBron was recommended by Amamiya Ren. The decoration and coffee are quite interesting. Kitagawa Vsuke would come here to spend some money when he had nothing to do. Japanese people always have a mysterious love for coffee. He likes to sketch while drinking coffee.

"Here, this is the hot cocoa you asked for." The uncle in the pink shirt placed the hot drink on the dining table.

"Thank you."

Ding-ling-ling. The store door opened. Amamiya Ren, wearing her school uniform, saw Sakamoto Ryuji working part-time.

"Hey, Sakamoto." He greeted.

Kitagawa Vsuke met the eyes of the yellow-haired man next to the bathroom. They both snorted coldly and pretended not to know each other.

Amamiya Ren passed by Kitagawa Vsuke and slipped a note into his pocket without leaving a trace, then threw a key to Sakura Jiawei and said, "Manager, I'll leave dinner to you."

Sakura Jiawei straightened his chest and said, "Haha, don't do anything bad to my girl."

It was hard to say who was up to something. Amamiya Ren smiled politely. He was going to teach that peeping Tom who lived in the room a lesson today.

Plop. Sakura's house. In the dim room, Sakura Futaba fell off the chair, rolled and crawled into the bed, wrapped herself tightly, and trembled like a quail.

On the surveillance screen opposite her, Amamiya Ren, wearing her school uniform, was making a "shoot" gesture.

Oh my god, the cabinet moved.

She was nervously thinking, Amamiya Ren was about to come home, what would he do to her? Beat her? Insult her? Or break into the room to collect clues and hand them all over to the police?

Sakura Futaba wanted to get up and destroy the information in the computer that was enough to send her to juvenile detention center, but her inner fear made her dare not leave the bed.

It was all her own fault.

Abusing this skill of roaming in illegal areas.

Mastering the top hacking technology, she can browse the secrets of various agencies without any barriers, but this did not help Sakura Futaba grow at all. She just felt insecure.

Whether it is trying to build a good relationship with Alice, asking her for skills in areas that you are not good at, or installing surveillance cameras and hacking into other people's mobile phones and computers through the Internet, it is all about gaining a sense of security.

It seems that as long as she "knows everything", she will not be hurt by the outside world.

Sakura Futaba actually has many ways to force Amamiya Ren to visit, and can even threaten him with the "Psychic Thieves"...

But she can't.

She was afraid that Amamiya Ren would forcefully push open the door, and then reporters and police would rush in, and she would be among the crowd.

Just like that year. Sakura Futaba, who was just in the second grade of junior high school, stood in the crowd, holding her mother's belongings, bearing the guilt of "killing her relatives", and was drowned in the overwhelming abuse and rebuke.

It was a sunny afternoon. Blood oozed from the cracks of the twisted hood. A beautiful woman fell in front of a dark car, her broken glasses fell into a pool of blood, lifeless. There were no screams or cries. The girl hugged her schoolbag with a dull and panicked look. She didn't understand why life was so fragile. The woman who raised her and gave her life died so easily.

The police came, the ambulance came, and countless people gathered around.

Sakura Futaba remembered that she later squatted behind a chair, crying blindly and dazedly, while an adult in black clothes proudly recited the suicide note beside her.

In order to share the profits, the elders and distant relatives said cruel words to a 14-year-old girl. They said, "Your mother has always hated you," so it's your fault that she died.

"Maybe she just couldn't stand living with you, so she chose to commit suicide."

The blood fell to the ground, making a sticky sound.

The scoldings my mother had inflicted on me when she was alive were repeated over and over again.

Her vision was blurred, and the things her fingers touched were rough and grainy. Was it an asphalt road?

Then, it becomes slippery and sticky.

It's...blood.

Looking forward, the body of the woman seemed to be glaring at him with hatred and disgust.

Sakura Futaba's eyes were filled with tears. Countless people's abuses rushed up, trying to drown her.

Faintly, it seemed as if a hand firmly grasped her and pulled her out of the painful memories.

She raised her head and saw a pair of cold eyes, looking down at her, as if they were going to send her back to that desperate situation with the cruelest words.

Amamiya Ren's lips moved, brewing the words that would decide Sakura Futaba's fate.

It's like a judgment.

No... the girl begged. She didn't want to bear that heavy hatred anymore.

If this continues, she will definitely choose to commit suicide.