Tokyo Trickster

He seemed to be trying to persuade people to "stay out of gangs and study more."

Ryuji Sakamoto ignored the other party and just kept typing on his phone, his expression revealing impatience and urgency.

The taxi started slowly under the engine brake and merged into the traffic of Yokenjaya. The display screen of the building was playing the advertisement for the release of the latest Yu-Gi-Oh card cartridge.

Dry weather: 125. Chariot of Revenge Part

Outside the car window is a green belt that has been stretched into an afterimage. This is an empty highway. On weekday afternoons, you can occasionally see a few cars speeding past in the cool breeze.

The air is so dry that it makes the nose sting.

"Hermit," Amamiya Ren said as she sat in the back seat of a luxury car, took off her wireless headphones and put them to her lips, "Confirm the latest personnel changes at KCET."

"Hermits and such don't sound good at all," Sakura Futaba complained, but she still hacked into the office building's surveillance system. The arrangement of the tyrannical president actually made it easier for her to collect intelligence within the entire company. "Whether it's gangsters or employees, they all settled in the office building."

"Ha, I didn't expect KCET to be so generous. The whole building belongs to them. They directly vacated two floors for accommodation." Miss Hacker sighed.

Amemiya Ren opened the car freezer, took out three cans of slightly cool soda that had been frozen for a few minutes and threw them to Shiomi Kotone, Kitagawa Vsuke, and Morgana.

The black cat stuck the tin can in the ashtray on the small table, skillfully pried open the top cover with its sharp claws, and stretched its nimble tongue into it and began to lick it violently.

"Cats have learned to drink soda..." Shiomi Kotone wiped the mist off the surface of the can with a handkerchief.

"Hey! I've told you this many times, right?! I'm not a cat!"

"It's a black cat," Kitagawa Vsuke wrote and drew on a tablet.

"Hey, I want to drink soda too--" Sakura Futaba muttered in the communication channel.

"I remember you put a lot of it in the refrigerator," Amamiya Ren didn't like this flavor of soda, peach flavor, "Would you like some, Mr. Naruhodō? Peach-flavored Dr. Pepper."

Wright Naruhodō, who was driving, rarely wore casual clothes when going out. "I'm no longer old enough to like drinking soda."

He smiled, "You seem to be targeted by some troublesome people recently. Be careful of the impact, especially you, Amamiya. There is a guy in the Metropolitan Police Department who plays detective games and checks your background every now and then."

Naruhodō Ryuichi is not surprised that cats can talk.

In other words, he had actually seen more exaggerated supernatural realities a long time ago.

For example, the mediumship that can briefly bring back the soul of the dead, the curse that can kill people invisibly, the "ghost stories" that can cause stabbing injuries and are poisonous... Mr. Bei Munizhou taught him for a period of time, and he demonstrated with his own actions a criminal method that is beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

From Naruhodō Ryuichi's perspective, Amamiya Ren and his crew are probably the successors of those ghost story experts. Although it is unknown why they did not cooperate with the government, they are still maintaining order on the other side of society.

Coupled with the relationship that could barely be considered a brotherhood, he was very happy to cooperate with this group of young people...

A case fell into his hands a few months ago and no progress has been made so far.

Maybe this "junior brother" can help me.

Naruhodō stepped on the brakes, rolled down the window, and handed a business card of Altus to the security guard at the door. "Please let me through."

The profession of guarding the door for the rich and powerful is indeed of extraordinary quality. Without any unnecessary words or movements, he bowed politely, then raised the pole and said, "This is a parking sign. I wish you good work and a happy life."

The car was parked in the underground garage, and the elevator led to the entertainment hall on the upper floor, which was the largest den of money-spending in Setagaya Ward.

Zhao Yi, a Qing Dynasty poet from the neighboring country, wrote in his poem "Traveling with the Filial Daughter to Guess Words and Support Her Parents": Yangzhou is a den of brothels, where tens of millions of taels are thrown around at every turn.

Amamiya Ren actually wanted to go in and see the world, but his wallet didn't allow it. They came here specifically to cover up the actions of the Phantom Thieves. The reason for the trip was also "the private life of the famous writer Kurusu Akatsuki is in disarray."

The Metropolitan Police Department is not qualified to investigate such a place.

This is true even for the popular "young detective".

If the net worth is not high enough, the security guard at the door will naturally have a different attitude and expression.

"Mr. Naruhodō, please be careful," Amamiya Ren watched him pick up a bulging bag to take the elevator, which obviously contained a large amount of cash. Suddenly, she made a gesture of touching her wrist.

The lawyer lifted his sleeves in astonishment. On his left wrist, which was originally empty, there was an exquisitely crafted mechanical watch. He looked at Amamiya Ren deeply, put on his large sunglasses, and smiled with relief, "Ha, you too, be careful."

It's really impossible to treat him as a child. He is really amazing, worthy of being the student of that trickster.

"Hey, what was that just now?" Xijian Qinyin leaned against Amamiya Ren and asked him in a low voice.

"Close-up magic." The thief raised his hand, and a playing card appeared at his fingertips. It was the 2 of Hearts. He flicked his wrist, and the 2 of Hearts turned into the K of Hearts, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Wow." Xijian Qinyin grabbed his sleeve and looked over and over again, but couldn't find the playing cards hidden inside.

"If those superheroes don't come back, the earth will explode," Sakura Futaba seemed to be watching a movie, and some noisy dialogues could be heard.

Kitagawa Vsuke stuffed Morgana into his shoulder bag and nudged Amamiya Ren's back with his elbow. "The earth is going to explode."

(ps: there will be more later)

Dry weather: 126. Chariot of Revenge Part (Two in One)

Across the artificial lakeside park surrounding the "rich area", the KCET headquarters is directly across the street from the Seijo University Station. Coincidentally, the high-end club covers the underground building of the park and an entire street east of the tram station.

Its name is "Eros'Party". Eros means "desire" and is also the god of love in Greek mythology. As the most expensive consumption place in Setagaya District, it is understandable to give it such an ambiguous name. But the capitalized "Party" at the end makes people have some scary associations. It is usually used as "party". If the first letter is capitalized, it sometimes has a new meaning, "party".

It is easy to guess what this club represents. It is a veritable public security restricted area. Although it is monitored by the Metropolitan Police Department from the outside, there are no cameras installed in any corner of the interior. The facilities are managed only by manpower. Money and power have created this den of money that circulates the darkness of society.

The three people and the cat entered the edge area of ​​"Eros'Party" through the park's elevator, a dim space with Japanese garden decorations hidden in the darkness, light shining through the glass floor, and glass bridges with pearl chains hanging on all sides. There were hanging signs pointing out the facilities included in each area.

Stepping onto the spacious bridge, dazzling golden light shone through the Japanese-style paper door on the opposite side, and the silver light mist was refracted by countless pearls. Sakura petals from the opening in the ceiling fell on their shoulders, and the girls in kimonos lined up on both sides, bowing their heads and waiting for them to pass by. Kitagawa Vsuke took out his mobile phone with interest to take pictures, and then apologized that he was just collecting materials for the painting. Amamiya Ren hugged Shiomi Kotone, naturally showing a cynical attitude.

The girls standing by the bridge did not respond, but just lowered their heads even lower. They could not look at the customers. This was the best way to protect themselves.

The gentle woman, like a Yamato Nadeshiko, pushed open the paper door and said respectfully, "Dear guest, please come in."

"You can call me Senbongi." Her eyes were like a fan painted with falling maple leaves. The soft autumn breeze swept over the three people and finally lingered around Amamiya Ren for a long time. "Sir, this is your first time here, right? To enter the area ahead, you need a pass."

Amamiya Ren patted the pocket of Shiomi Kotone, who was leaning against her arms, and took out an invitation letter.

Senbongi took it with both hands respectfully, "Ah, so you are the son of the Daidoji Group."

“Is this enough for a pass?”

"Of course..." The wireless headset buried beside Senbonmu's ear flashed red twice. Her attitude became a little panicked. She took out a brand new mobile phone from the sleeve of her kimono. The screen saver was a picture of countless entangled O-shaped men and women. "It is an honor for Eros'Party to have you here. As a greeting gift, we will give you 80,000 chips. You can use them to exchange for an equal amount of money, or use them to pay for any expenses in the venue."

Amamiya Ren's eyes left her headphones. "I heard you can buy anything here?"

"Of course not, sir," Senbongi bowed deeply, "but everything in the venue except for tourists can be sold."

"including you?"

The beautiful woman with a voluptuous figure smiled charmingly, "Including me."

Xijian Qinyin suddenly asked, "What is the approximate value of 80,000 chips?"

Qianbenmu's attitude became more and more panicked. "One chip requires fifty medical practitioners to exchange for it here."

"I see. That's a really nice gesture," Amamiya Ren stepped over the Senbon tree, no longer hiding her arrogant look. Kitagawa Vsuke followed with a tense face, casting curious eyes around him, acting in his true colors.

They walked into the venue near Seijo University Station, which was named Clotho after the Greek god of fate. Of course, it was a gambling party.

Separating the Japanese style from the modern frenzy of the casino is a cast copper door inlaid with countless rings. There is a silver bell next to the door. When you raise it and ring it, an attendant will soon push the door open. Behind the door, the breathtaking heat and saturated dazzling lights rush in. The sound of the pachinko machine balls rushes into people's hearts like a tidal wave. The noise and boiling sound fill the magnificent and flashy space. The grand Ukiyo-e is spread on the dome. That is the vast sea of ​​clouds where the gods of Takamagahara enjoy the worship of the people.

The golden walls reflect the clutter and bustling scene inside the casino. Beautiful bunny girls in see-through outfits and fishnet stockings walk slowly in the aisles carrying trays. Countless gamblers in casual clothes spend huge amounts of money. Their faces, some expressing ecstasy, some scolding, and some regretful, are like a painting full of extravagance spread out before one's eyes.

This place is simply like a maze filled with all the desires of the world. With every step you take, a woman, either cold and charming or young and tender, will come to seduce you. Behind every fork in the road is an extravagant layout from secular works, with delicacies from land and sea, girls' skin, the sound of chips colliding, and a splash of scarlet wine in the red wine glass, just like a fast-running paintbrush, falling on this scroll of gold-stitched paintings, lighting up the colorful and brilliant colors.

In the social scene of the children of the powerful and wealthy, there was no wailing or regret, but only the ease and calmness to make it back after spending all their money. They cast their astonished gazes on Amamiya Ren and Shiomi Kotone, but after just a few glances, they smiled politely, showing kindness and cordiality.

Shiomi Kotone held Amamiya Ren's arm and glanced curiously at the layout of the casino. Half of the place was a pachinko territory set up to create an atmosphere, and the other half was a variety of gambling tables. Carefully selected maids were dressed in formal attire, some charming and some aloof, and walked around the casino carrying trays filled with desserts and drinks.

Dozens of gambling tables are occupied by almost all kinds of games. Female dealers with formal and solemn suits on the upper body and stockings with rabbit tails on the lower body or handsome and decent butlers are diligently taking care of the wishes of every gambler. Chips are pouring down like waterfalls. If those large-denomination special chips made of paper money are exchanged for gold, the golden ocean will fill the gullies and submerge every corner here.

The pachinko room is full of young people chatting with friends about their parents' business or watching TikTok on their phones. They don't care whether they make a profit or a loss on the chips they put into the machine. They just enjoy the pleasure of the wealth flowing through their fingertips. Small steel balls are surging in the machine like a tide. The pachinko machines decorated with LED tubes of various colors are like a hodgepodge of colorful lights. It looks complicated and exaggerated, and all kinds of passionate music are playing in the machines.

This casino, endorsed by many bigwigs, gave these young and energetic chaebol children a rare respite from the high pressure of their families in the name of "gathering and socializing." They cherished this platform to get rid of the constraints and freely communicate with future friends and enemies. Although it was noisy, the noise meant that the adults would only treat it as a joke.

What's more, this casino never makes a profit from machines or manipulation, it only makes money from friendship.

When you walk in, you can see the "Made by Konami" logo on the pachinko machines.

Amamiya Ren, with her female companion, did not attract much attention. Or, in this vortex of money, most things were not worthy of the spotlight.

He stopped a passing maid and asked, "Is there a quiet room here?"

"Yes, master. Which quiet room do you need?" The maid bowed her head meekly. She took out a tablet from her skirt pocket, operated it for a few times, and then showed the location selection page to Amamiya Ren.

"The closest one, where you can see the station." The thief took out the mobile phone given by Senbongi. After unlocking the phone, it did not enter the operating system. There was only a counting page with "80" written on it.

"It costs 100 chips per hour. No one will disturb you and your friends' party. If you want to order something, please press the volume up and down keys at the same time. Eros'Party will do its best to meet your needs."

"You can leave now."

The maid bowed respectfully and stepped back.

Amemiya Ren took Shiomi Kotone and Kitagawa Vsuke into a quiet room planted with green bamboos and orchids, with small rockery and flowing springs. Standing on the tatami, they could look up at the bustling Seijo University Station through the huge one-way translucent glass wall.

Kitagawa Vsuke's first reaction was to take out the drawing board from his schoolbag and sketch down the inspiration that had just come to him.

Shiomi Kotone strolled around, touching things here and there, curious about the materials of these realistic furnishings.

Morgana picked up the expensive pear that was presented on the coffee table and tried to find a place to bite it.

The leader of the Phantom Thieves looked sadly at these members who had successfully integrated into the club, and had to take out his mobile phone to test Mr. Sakata Kanegin's spiritual palace through the [Different World Navigation] APP.

KCET’s headquarters was less than 300 meters away from them.

Here you can admire the miserable employees in that office building struggling to make a living.

Bank? Castle? Factory? Slaughterhouse? Amamiya Ren tried several nouns but failed.

He suddenly turned around and asked Kitagawa Vsuke, "What is the name of this quiet room?"

Kitagawa Vsuke was startled. He picked up the scroll on the coffee table and unfolded it. On it were four large characters written in a freehand style: "All living beings suffer."

Amamiya Ren was silent, and then she looked up at the KCET headquarters. It seemed that there was a man consumed by desire on the top floor overlooking this place.

"casino."

The thief said softly. Then the surroundings began to change strangely.

But this change quickly faded.

They are still in the "Suffering of All Beings" quiet room.

Sakata Kanegin, an unknown person, has gained enormous power and wealth by relying on space. The social status represented by this club and this casino is what he dreams of but is out of reach.

He now thinks he is on top of the world, so he looks down on those young people hanging out at Eros' Party. However, the inferiority complex in his heart quickly expands and is twisted into a pathetic arrogance and anger.

This guy's temple is the Eros'Party Club.

Amamiya Ren pulled out a hunting knife from her sleeve. This was a part of Orion. Due to the special nature of the venue, they were unable to carry APEX heirlooms and gun models, and could only stuff some simple stealth props into Morgana's bag.

It seems that because the concept of "wireless headphones" is in line with the cognition of most people, it is assumed that it can continue to work in the impression space.

Even mobile phones...

Amamiya Ren looked at the chip registration device that Senbongi gave him. The "80,000" on it might still be usable here.

Chips can buy anything in this Eros'Party...

According to the maid, no one can enter the quiet room that is being rented, which is the best safe house.

he mused.

"Joker!" Sakura Futaba's voice suddenly came from the wireless headphones.

"What happened?" Amamiya Ren waved her hand and took away the hunting knife.

"Someone broke into the KCET building. It was Ryuji Sakamoto! Wait, he suddenly disappeared!!!"

Amamiya Ren was stunned. The Phantom Thieves were in the palace, but the location of the palace was actually KCET, which meant...

Ryuji Sakamoto accidentally entered the spiritual palace of Sakamoto Kinnin.

And it is the area where cognition is most distorted.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It was terrible. The guy might not survive until rescued.

(PS: This chapter was supposed to be updated yesterday, but I fell asleep while writing late at night, so I just finished it.)

(PS2: There are more today, probably more than four chapters can be updated, please give me some blades and monthly tickets for the refresh at the beginning of the month orz)

Dry weather: 127. Chariot of Revenge Part

here it is......

Sakamoto Ryuji opened the gun bag behind him, pulled out a baseball bat, and strode into the front desk. The infrared-sensing automatic door opened.

When we walked into the KCET building, the expected scene of being surrounded by gangsters did not occur.

He stared in amazement at the dramatic changes around him.

The modern building was replaced by a Japanese-style garden. An old woman with a mask covering her face stood beside a long mahogany table. Her gray hair was curled behind her head like a lion's mane. A pair of gilded eyes stared at Sakamoto Ryuji, and she uttered a hoarse and difficult voice like the friction of stone slabs, "Are you a guest?"