Tokyo Trickster

One Batman, Two Batman, Three Batman...

He laughed wildly, pushed away the men and women who were blocking his way, and rushed out of the crowd.

Not everyone is a clown, but everyone can be a clown.

Batman doesn't have to be Bruce Wayne.

As long as you put on that pitch-black battle suit, you will possess the "justice of non-killing" that extends from hatred.

Anyone can be Batman.

Joker ripped open the card box in his hand and threw 54 cards into the brightly lit city night scene.

His eyes widened and he laughed hysterically.

Hey, Amamiya Ren, are you listening? Joker whispered in his mind.

Listen carefully, madness is like gravity. It only takes a little push and you will drift towards it.

It's like you're isolated from the whole school.

Now, let's isolate the king who controls the monkeys -

He did not get the response he expected.

Amamiya Ren looked like she was asleep.

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(PS: JOKER is tied up in the real world, so he can't do anything. When he goes to the spiritual palace, he can go completely crazy. Woohoo, I can't wait even a second. I want JOKER to go completely crazy now.)

008. Please continue to bully me (4k)

"Hey, did you hear? Third-year senior Miyata is taking a day off today. He's the main player in the volleyball club."

"Eh? But the school volleyball game organized by Kamoshida-sensei is going to start tomorrow. That's too much!"

"It is said that the family forgot to turn off the stove, which led to gas poisoning."

"Anyone who disappoints Kamoshida-sensei is the worst, no matter what the reason!"

......

The first-year girls gathered in a corner of the campus, chattering and arguing until their faces turned red, exuding a strong hormonal atmosphere, like female monkeys in estrus.

"Hey, Sachiko!" The topic among the girls suddenly changed. They called out to the core of the group.

"What's the matter?" The girl called Sachiko was quite fashionable in her choice of makeup and hairstyle. She took a small mirror and slowly applied foundation. When she heard her friends chattering, she asked impatiently.

"Look over there!" an urgent voice.

Sachiko tilted her head and looked. It was the front gate of the school. It was a clear morning after the rain. The green leaves and red flowers were particularly bright under the lake blue sky. There were gray puddles on the small square paved with flat stone bricks. A boy in a high school uniform walked up the steps with a schoolbag. His facial features were delicate and three-dimensional. The dark gray eyes hidden between his bangs were like black holes that firmly attracted everyone's attention. The moment people saw him, they would easily think of porcelain, jade sculptures and other precious, delicate, beautiful and elegant but fragile objects.

A beautiful boy who is almost transparent and ethereal, a character rarely seen in TV dramas, often exists in books or dreams. Only fantasy can create such a clean and gorgeous peer, like a Noh genius who has taken off his costume, with the immaturity of a young man and the spirit of a dance master, the maturity of a experienced person and the determination of a fledgling. The individual formed by the combination of such contradictory contradictions exudes a magical charm that is hard to resist. It seems that as long as you look into his eyes, your heart will be taken away and you will sink into this unparalleled splendor.

It is obvious that "Amamiya Ren" has exerted the power of the curse to its maximum.

He returned to campus in an absolutely flamboyant manner.

The trees slowly began to turn yellow, swaying in the breeze, telling of the light autumn mood. It was not until "Ramgiya Lian" walked into the teaching building and disappeared in the shadow of the building that the girls standing in the atrium suddenly woke up.

"Who is that guy? So handsome!"

"It looks like she's wearing our school uniform!"

"Could it be a new idol who is making a movie?"

"Stupid Axun, there is no crew following him."

"Is there such a handsome boy in our school?"

"Not in our grade."

"I understand. It must be my junior fellow student! Could it be..."

The conversation among the second-year girls came to an abrupt end.

They looked at each other and realized a horrible fact.

No way.

The criminal transfer student who hurt his classmates and threatened Mr. Kamoshida was actually... so handsome? I don't know why, but I can't even feel the slightest bit of hostility towards Amamiya Ren.

It’s not just the seniors who feel this way.

The first-year students on the second floor were already seething. If the students of other ages could still be less affected by the demonic charm due to the distance...these peers who once expressed the strongest disgust and hatred on the same floor no longer knew how to face Amamiya Ren.

The students in Class D-1 were the ones who suffered the most.

The urgent urge to understand Amamiya Ren, to talk to him and get close to him, became a strong contradiction with the conflict, ridicule and contempt of yesterday, and I couldn't help feeling embarrassed and confused.

The atmosphere in the classroom was more depressed than ever before. Everyone cast their gazes on Amamiya Ren vaguely. That strange sense of contradiction quickly spread and became increasingly stronger.

It wasn't until Kawakami Sadae, the Chinese teacher and homeroom teacher, walked into the classroom that things got a little better... Nothing got any better. The Chinese class couldn't go on any longer. The teacher was almost standing next to Amamiya Ren, crying and describing her sympathy and apology to him. She was saying something like "As a teacher, I really violated the ethics of a teacher, and I will reflect on myself immediately."

The effect of the curse is not permanent.

Soon, the evil charm that seemed like the whisper of a demon faded away. Disgust once again spread among the crowd, but the degree was significantly lower than yesterday...

They will think, oh, it turns out that Amamiya Ren is a handsome guy, maybe he has other outstanding qualities? They will no longer view him with an absolute and fixed stereotype.

Joker has achieved his goal today.

If it weren't for this curse, he would probably have given up on changing his reputation and instead looked for other ways to officially join the volleyball club without being extremely rejected by the other members.

Unfortunately, this supernatural power can only be used once on anyone, and the effect will be greatly weakened after that, and it is impossible to forcibly influence the thinking of others.

After spending four classes in the morning in a dull manner, "Amamiya Ren" went to the office during lunch break to submit an application to join the volleyball club... Kamoshida had originally not intended to send it to him, but Senior Miyata, as the vice president of the volleyball club, happened to have the relevant documents on his phone, so he simply printed a copy himself.

Joker is very good at role playing.

When integrating into the identity of "Amamiya Ren", it was almost seamless.

She even looks more like Amamiya Ren than the original owner.

He looked at Kamoshida, who had a disgusted expression on his face, as if he had accidentally eaten a fly while eating ramen. He smiled, bowed, and left the office.

Today's club activities were cancelled because of the rehearsal competition. After the school bell rang, Joker quickly packed up the new textbooks he got from the library and left the classroom empty-handed.

Everything fits the identity of "Ramgiya Lian" as a student.

He is going to accept the school bullying...

Wait, are you sure you want to beat me up in a place like this?

Joker didn't expect that the bad guys who got away with it yesterday would dare to drag him to the rooftop.

Brother, you... don't have any surveillance, and under normal circumstances, no one would come in.

Who do you look down on?

He squatted down suddenly, grabbed the arm of the thug behind him, and lowered his center of gravity to the ground. With a clang, the man's forehead made close contact with the dusty concrete floor. Does it sound good? It sounds good, which means it's a good start. The owner of this body can perform a shoulder throw so easily, thanks to a lot of training, and his core strength is quite good. Ling

Joker smiled and grabbed the leader of the bad guys by the right hand.

He pulled hard, at the cost of a bloody wound of nearly one decimeter in the palm of his hand, and grasped the sharp blade to snatch the folding knife hidden in the other person's sleeve into his own hand.

"Hiss, that hurts a bit," Joker grinned as he twirled the folding knife in his injured right hand. The shiny blade shone brightly in the air, exuding a chill.

The blood flowed down the palm of the hand, dyed the fingers red, flowed along the fingertips to the blade, and then dripped to the ground.

pat.

The blood drops on the concrete floor formed a sad and beautiful pattern like plum blossoms.

Maybe it's because the weather is getting cooler in autumn.

The bad guys were so cold that they just wanted to shiver. Maybe it was the cold, maybe it was fear.

Because the only entrance and exit had been blocked by "Amamiya Ren" with his position, his unhesitating ruthlessness was frightening... Actually, such a guy got the knife... Everyone felt great despair.

In the wine-red glow of the setting sun, a thick liquid as delicious as red wine dyed a large amount of toilet paper red.

The bad guys, at least on the surface, looked well-dressed. They left the school dejectedly after the club activity ended. The severe pain caused by their movements made them scream and sweat.

No one dared to call the police or report to the teacher. They had committed many dirty deeds in and outside the school. So even if some of them had broken their fingers, they chose to use the pocket money they had just received this month to go to the clinic for treatment without telling their parents. They were still hiding their rebellion and paranoia.

Of course, the most important reason was fear. They were afraid of Amamiya Ren, and they finally remembered that he was a person with terrible rumors about "murder" or "violence".

"What's your name?"

Joker moved his body, which was sore from the intense exercise, and slapped the blade of the folding knife, which was soaked in blood. To deal with a dozen people of the same age in a limited space, even with extremely exaggerated insight and endurance to endure pain, it was inevitable that he would be beaten to bruises all over his clothes. What's more, the injuries he received yesterday were not fully healed.

"Igata..." He was lying on the ground watching "Amamiya Ren" constantly crushing his fingers with the sole of his shoe, and he almost bit his teeth off. His tears mixed with snot covered half of his face, and he said his name with a sob.

"My name is, Igata, Igata Yu..." He almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth, "So, please, don't... uh... ah."

The sound of bones dislocating is so clear.

Igata Yu's eyes widened as if their eyeballs were about to be squeezed out. The intense pain made his mind go blank.

Joker then raised his foot and kicked him over, then slowly stabbed the bloody folding knife into his trouser seam.

"Don't move, or I might cut into some parts you wouldn't want to be cut into."

Igata Yu twitched as if he had been electrocuted, and the broken finger bones almost put him in shock, but the coldness of the blade against his flesh slightly brought him back to his senses from the pain.

The slippery, cold blood was smeared between his thighs like drops of oil, and there was an obvious stinging pain as the blunt blade cut his skin.

"Huh~" Joker whistled and clapped his right hand happily. The folding knife suddenly went into the crotch of Bad Guy, and then narrowly scratched his vitals, leaving a big hole in his trousers.

As the organizer of that group of bad people, Igata Yu was specially detained at the end to accept the apology ceremony arranged for him by "Amamiya Ren".

"An apology must be done with ceremony, understand? Show your etiquette as a member of the Yamato nation, whether it's bowing or sitting down, let me see your sincere apology."

Jing Xing rolled and crawled, kowtowed to "Amamiya Ren", tears streaming down his face, "I'm so sorry! I will never again..."

"No more what?" Joker suddenly stopped smiling and kicked the man in the face, knocking him to the ground. The injury on his knee caused by a baseball bat made him jump on his tiptoes twice, which slightly relieved the pain.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'll never... I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry..." Igata Yu didn't know what he was saying anymore. He kowtowed desperately to apologize. The dust mixed with tears and snot dyed his face gray. He was afraid that the other party would be dissatisfied.

Joker kicked again, "You guy, you just wanted to say--"

He pinched his sore wrist, "You want to say that you will never bully me again?"

"Yes......"

Joker smiled, "Think about it again?"

"......" Igata Yu's bloodshot eyes twitched. He looked at "Amamiya Ren" and in an instant he seemed to be swallowed by great panic.

"I'm... sorry," he swallowed hard, "Please, spare me."

"Do you like being bullied?"

"Please spare me... Please, no matter what..."

"I like being bullied," Joker said to himself, "Since you've begged me like this, I will definitely forgive you, senior. I respect you very much."

"Sorry... sorry..." Igata Yu was trembling all over. He couldn't tell whether the other party really forgave him or had other thoughts. From beginning to end, "Amamiya Ren" did not show any emotions except joy. He was never angry, sad or confused. He kept smiling and forced everyone to laugh with him.

"Look, I've forgiven you for bullying me. Can you also meet a few of my small conditions?" Joker was exhausted and sat down on the ground. "How about this, starting tomorrow, you and your friends will continue to bully me."

"......" Igata Yu had no expression and could not speak. He knew he was finished. This devil-like guy really wanted to torture him to death.

If he dared to do what the other party said, those bad guys who had listened to his orders in the past would definitely kill him.

"Come and smile, just like your buddies."

"Yes," he agreed numbly, forcing a stiff smile, "Thank you for your kindness."

"I admire your backbone, senior. See you tomorrow."

Joker sat on the ground and pushed the door. The dark and sour corridor was breathtaking.

The wine-red afterglow fell on his face, and a shadow from nowhere appeared at the corner of his upturned mouth, as if a knife had cut through his ear. That smile had a bloody meaning, and was as ferocious as a ghost.

(Large chapter of 4k words as usual.)

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

(Current Joker's madness level: 35%) (The Joker in this book will not be too outrageous, because it will not pass the review if it is too outrageous.)

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009. I am not you, you are not me (3K)

The setting sun sank down from the mountains at the edge of the city, and the lush forest seemed to be swallowed by a huge fireball. In the rising fire, light and shadow flowed and divided in the most straight lines, and the golden and dark ochre were pure and spotless. The afterglow of the setting sun seemed to melt the ridges and slopes into liquid waves, which were extremely Schumann-like and smooth waves without a single ripple.