Tokyo Trickster

But she was afraid of dying.

Human life is like constantly searching for gems in a vault. They fall into the basket behind you. The more beauty you witness, the heavier the desires you carry, and the harder it is to give them up.

So... please spare my life, I will do anything. Sakura Futaba said this and got down from the ground towards Amamiya Ren.

Woo. She rolled to the ground, and the cold ground made her sober.

Is it just an illusion?

Sakura Futaba touched her face full of tears. She seemed to have mistaken her tears for blood. But where was the rough feeling of asphalt road? She saw the power generator at the head of the bed. It was an inadvertent attempt during the restlessness of adolescence.

This wasn't the first time. She often fell into such strange "dreams".

Such a dream seems to be becoming a reality soon.

She smiled miserably, and she really couldn't hold on any longer. No one can stand being peeped into by me, right?

Tears taste salty. Like blood.

Click, click, someone was typing on the keyboard. She opened her eyes wide, and a scream was stuck in her throat.

Click... This is the sound of the gaming chair turning.

Amamiya Ren stood up and turned on the ceiling light in the room. It turned out that the door had been opened long ago. Under the stunned gaze of Sakura Futaba, the boy pushed her down on the bed.

In fact, it didn't take much strength, just a gentle push and Sakura Futaba fell down, like a piece of light cotton wool.

The tear-stained girl cried out, "You... saw everything?"

Amamiya Ren took photos of the toys on her bedside table, and also took notes of the posters of herself that filled the room. "Autism is really scary. I always have recurring nightmares."

He pinched Sakura Futaba's wet face, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Please, spare me..." the girl said woodenly.

"I've heard this before, is there anything else?"

"I, I'm willing to do anything."

"Anything else?" Amamiya Ren was a little impatient, and her tone became fierce, "Can you stop acting like a victim? I am the victim."

As expected, Sakura Futaba was frightened and burst into tears, sobbing and unable to utter a word.

"If you don't tell me, I'll send all these photos to Mr. Sakura."

The girl's crying paused, mixed with a hysterical hoarse voice, "I'm sorry! Please forgive me, I... I won't do it again, wuwuwu... So, the photo, the photo matter..."

Amamiya Ren wondered if she was about to become some kind of professional relationship mediator. She had just dealt with the matter with Shiomi Kotone at noon, and next in the evening was Sakura Futaba.

What about at night? Would there be girls who needed his help to calm down at night? !

He looked at Sakura Futaba, who couldn't even speak clearly, and felt a little distressed.

This girl is under too much stress.

As soon as she heard that Amamiya Ren was about to come into the room, she immediately broke down and didn't even notice that he had opened the bedroom door.

Amamiya Ren forced the door open only to hear the noise inside. He was worried that something had happened to the store manager's daughter. The layout of her room and the one-man show that was being performed really gave him a great fright.

Putting aside the mentality of a fanatical fan, this girl is already very ill. What kind of psychological trauma has she suffered?

He had learned from Bei Munizhou how to deal with people with extremely unstable emotions.

For example, drunkenness, relapse of mental illness... In this case, as a con man, it is easy to use tricks such as hypnosis or psychological suggestion.

ten minutes later.

The genius hacker who had confessed his painful experience under hypnosis had curled up into a small ball and fainted in Amamiya Ren's arms, smiling tiredly and happily, immersed in a beautiful dream that he had woven on the spot.

Oops, the store manager will be leaving get off work and going home in two hours. How should I explain this to him?

Amamiya Ren took out her cell phone and looked for help in her social circle.

Wait until she wakes up and her emotions are stable, then talk to her calmly.

During this period, try to investigate Sakura Futaba's past.

[Please, send me a message: Alice, I'm at Futaba's house. ]

【Alice: This child is very pitiful, please don't bully her. 】

[Please, shoot with a sniper rifle:...] Amamiya Ren looked at Sakura Futaba who was breathing evenly beside her, and did not tell the truth.

[Please, send me a sniper: Can you help me find out what happened to Futaba? ]

【Alice: I guessed you would ask that. 】

【Alice uploaded the appendix file. 】

(PS: Two chapters combined into one, more to come)

Dry weather: 107. The legend of Jigoku Girl

Two hours had passed since Sakura Futaba regained consciousness.

"So, he is indeed a person with super powers..." Sakura Futaba, who already understood the current situation, curled up in the corner of the bed with her legs hugged.

"The Phantom Thieves of the Minds," Amamiya Ren corrected, shuffling a deck of cards over and over in his hands.

"Ace of Hearts." Sakura Futaba muttered softly.

Amamiya Ren raised her eyebrows, accurately pulled out the 17th card from the deck, the "Ace of Hearts", and handed it to her, "Are you feeling better?"

"Well," Sakura Futaba carefully looked at the thief's expression, "Have you really forgiven me?"

She did not even question the authenticity of the "superpower user". She carefully checked the playing cards in her hand and then returned them to Amamiya Ren.

Amamiya Ren put the "Ace of Hearts" on the top of the deck and shuffled it. The other cards in the deck became fewer and fewer, while the Aces of Hearts became more and more, until finally only 54 Aces of Hearts were left.

Sakura Futaba was stunned, "Is this magic?"

“This is magic.”

Amamiya Ren snapped her fingers, and a series of electric arcs flashed. "This is 'magic'."

"So amazing..." The girl's voice was slightly crying.

"There are even more powerful ones..." The boy's voice sounded a little proud.

There was a popping sound in the room. It was just sparks.

Sakura Jiawei's four limbs were stiff and his whole body was cold. After a few seconds of logical thinking unique to middle-aged men, he chose to directly break open the door and shouted loudly, "What are you doing?!"

The screens in the bedroom were covered with dust sheets, and combined with the action figures and light novels around them, they looked like Gundam model boxes. The photos on the wall had long been torn down and stored in the plastic box under the bed that was used to store game cartridges.

Huh? Amamiya Ren, who was gesturing beside the bed with a piece of wire, looked up blankly.

The expected horrible scene did not appear. Sakura Futaba sat in bed fiddling with a box of playing cards. The atmosphere was intimate, just like a pair of neighboring siblings.

"Oh, nothing much. Dinner is almost ready. I'll serve it to you later." Mr. Sakura's expression changed as quickly as that of a Sichuan opera actor. He turned around and left with a normal expression.

Sakura Futaba watched him leave, and then asked quietly, "Are you really able to 'change your heart' towards people as the rumors spread on the Internet?"

"Of course," Amamiya Ren looked for the girl's evasive eyes hidden behind the thick glasses, "I still say that the past is written off. I value your ability very much."

"So, on behalf of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, I invite you to join... Flexible working hours, and will provide compensation according to the normal corporate price for cybersecurity consulting."

Sakura Futaba lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, trying to hide her true emotions, "I...I'll consider it."

Amamiya Ren looked at her for a long time, and finally his eyes left the girl who was troubled by autism. "I won't pursue the past. Alice will supervise you. If you leak the secrets of the Phantom Thieves..."

"Absolutely not!" Sakura Futaba suddenly raised her voice, but immediately turned back to her timid appearance, "Anyway... let me think about it for a while..."

She seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she chose to remain silent until two bowls of barbecued pork and eel rice were served.

"I'm starting to eat," Amamiya Ren put the bowl on the small stool.

"Oh, I'm starting," Sakura Futaba said stutteringly, her eyes wandering over Amamiya Ren.

Through the window, I saw the birds in the tree fluttering away as if they were frightened, leaving behind their sobbing cries.

The hazy moonlight flowed on the ground, passed through the crack in the door, squeezed into the narrow space, and merged into the white halo.

The water washed the rice bowl that was stained with soy sauce and a few grains of rice. Sakura Jiawei listened to the sound of the door opening and closing at the entrance, and smiled with satisfaction and comfort.

The Amemiya family's children were a real help.

Since Sakura Futaba can open the door, they must be very good friends, right?

I really hope that one day she can be like a normal girl, go to school, go shopping, occasionally listen to a band, watch a favorite movie, or have a love affair without regrets... In this way, her deceased mother can rest in peace in the ground.

Maybe--

Under the dim light of the street lights, Amamiya Ren suddenly sneezed.

Hey, the weather is getting colder, I still need to put on more clothes. He shook out his thin school uniform shirt.

A gray-haired old man was walking in the night with a cane, and a stray Shiba Inu was lying beside a telephone pole, looking up alertly.

The door of the secret base was open to the outside, and Kitagawa Vsuke was standing at the door gnawing on a grilled lobster.

Morgana's whereabouts are unknown.

"You're not going home?" Kitagawa Vsuke walked in and took out a steaming hot lobster wrapped in oil paper. "Come and try it. It's rubbed with some chili."

"When did you buy it?" Amamiya Ren thought that this thing was quite expensive. Although he was paying Kitagawa Vsuke a salary, he couldn't afford to squander it like this. He remembered that he had just purchased a whole set of international brand watercolor paints online.

"After Morgana left, I went shopping at 'Volcano SHARK' across the street."

"Oh, that new grilled fish restaurant."

"So, do you want to eat it?" Kitagawa Vsuke handed him the lobster.

Amamiya Lian was not polite, "Anything else?"

"The one you have is the last one."

"Then let's leave it to Morgana," Amamiya Ren returned the lobster that had just been shelled to Kitagawa Vsuke, "It's currently spying on Madarame in Shibuya. It won't be back until very late, so it deserves a reward."

On the way to the tram station, you can see drunk homeless people staggering by, holding on to the wall, muttering that they had blackmailed two elementary school students in the evening and had enough money for drinking for the next few days.

Amamiya Ren walked past the homeless man, patted his pocket casually, and walked lightly into the station.

The thief stuffed the change in his hand into the self-service ticket machine, crossed the platform and started waiting for the train to Shibuya.

"Hey, have you heard?" Also waiting for the bus were several white-collar workers who were working the night shift.

"What?" his colleague asked.

"There's something called 'Hell Communication' on the Internet lately."

"Are you talking about that popular urban legend on the forum? How can it be true?!"

"I heard that it is a website that can only be accessed in the early morning by people who have hatred and insist on waiting until then. It is widely circulated in urban legends. Hell Communication can make the person you hate go to hell immediately, but the condition is that you will also go to hell after death and cannot enter the paradise."

A strange story...?

Amamiya Ren frowned, thinking about the strange story involving the legend of hell.

Didn't Ms. Izuko get any treatment when she came to Tokyo last time?

Dry weather: 108. Yoshizawa sisters at the cultural festival

Because of Kamoshida's case, Shujin High School's sports festival was forced to be cancelled.

As the situation calmed down, the cultural festival that the students had been looking forward to for a long time was held as scheduled on November 11rd.

On this day, the school gates are open to all, allowing people inside and outside the school to enter and exit. There are no classes today and tomorrow.

This is an opportunity to showcase the school's atmosphere and environment to the outside world, and to fully exercise students' comprehensive abilities.

The exterior facilities of each venue have been decorated to a certain extent, and the newly formed student union is actively playing its role, setting up stands and maintaining order in stores.

A huge sign with the words "The XXth Xiujin College Cultural Festival" was hung at the school gate.

Young people who had set up their "shops" early on with their classes or clubs began to open for business.

After brainstorming, the first-year class D decided to convert the classroom into a maid cafe. The popular maid is naturally Ryuji Sakamoto from the track and field club... and Miss Takamaki An, a part-time model!

Amamiya Ren passed by with a shoulder bag. He actually wanted to experience the atmosphere of the cultural festival, but unfortunately, he had an offline autograph session and a lot of meetings with sponsors to attend today.

boom.

The door of the classroom opened and closed, and hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor.

"Hurry up! Otherwise it will be too late!" said the girl with her hair tied in a ponytail. She was holding the hand of a girl who looked very similar to her. The two of them ran down the stairs and ran into the disguised Amamiya Ren.

The bright red hair like a rose fluttered in the air, and then the hurried footsteps stopped abruptly.