Tokyo Trickster

"Little reporter over there, can you come over here for a moment?" The woman leading the tour waved at her.

Nao Tomori knew this person, her name was Waken Izuko. She was obviously in her thirties, but she still had the youthful beauty of a college student. As a guide and organizer of a tour group, she seemed to know Kyoto like the back of her hand and could easily cite any anecdote or example.

"What's wrong, Miss Woyan?"

"Please take some pictures for me," she twirled her hair and smiled brightly.

Nao Tomori likes this older sister very much, probably because of an inexplicable sense of security that dilutes the restraint and tension of traveling in a foreign place.

They took some daily life photos in some old houses with a sense of age, and then sat in a cafe to chat.

From clothing brands to eating habits, Woyan Izu Lake ended with a suspenseful ghost story.

She said she didn't have any good gift for the meeting, so she used this story instead.

Then it tells the story of a human princess who became a vampire, lived for five hundred years, and eventually came to Japan from the West and settled there.

The name of this vampire is Kissesshote Yaselaurion Bladeheart, and she is known as the "iron-blooded, hot-blooded, cold-blooded vampire."

17-year-old Ace: 154. Goro Akechi gave up thinking (two in one)

"Navi..." Amamiya Ren called Sakura Futaba, who was playing "Street Fighter 6", into the chat group.

He kept it short on the communication channel, "To the east of Yasuowa City, there is a town called Daochi. There may be a temple to be born here."

After some discussion with Lavenda, they felt that the reaction of the Different World Navigation APP was most likely pointing to the impression space.

We must get rid of it before the palace leaves the impression space.

Amamiya Ren described the action plan to the members of the Phantom Thieves in the chat channel, "Sakamoto Ryuji and I will go to the Impression Space to investigate the situation, Sakura Futaba will be responsible for collecting the strange events in Dochi Town, Shiomi Kotone will go to find Morgana, Kitagawa Vsuke... think of a way on your own, don't starve to death in Kyoto."

[When will Pearl Tears Elegy die (Shiomi Kotone): (laughs)]

[Oh, a fit body (Ryuji Sakamoto): HaHaHa]

[I still have to rely on Manon (Sakura Futaba) to get higher scores: Hey, hey, hey, I can’t do it alone, the workload is too much! ]

[Let's have some Da Vinci jokes (introduced by Kitagawa): (with picture: silent cat)]

[You still don’t understand matcha cake (Amamiya Ren): I found a helper for you. ]

[Does anyone still need to rely on Manon: Alice to get higher scores? ]

[You still don’t understand matcha cake: I paid too much. 】

[I still have to rely on Manon to get higher scores: What about my bonus? 】

[You still don’t understand matcha cake: give, give, give. ]

【When will Pearl Tears of Lament die: I want one too. 】

【Oh, Fitness Body: Haha, I want the bonus too. 】

[A little Da Vinci joke: Oh, I think...]

[You still don't understand Matcha Cake: Let's just organize and rob a bank. Everyone can take as much as they want from the vault. It's much faster than robbing me. ]

There was laughter and joy in the discussion group, and they didn't seem to regard the shadows that were about to challenge them as strong enemies.

The Phantom Thieves have grown a lot since the subjugation war against Sakata Kin and Gin.

Although Sakura Futaba and Takemiya Tadashi did not experience the battle in the hall personally, they could understand from their words what a terrifying enemy it was.

The behemoth that covers the sky can release deadly poison by flapping its wings, and its legs are as big as buildings, and every move it makes can cause earth-shaking destruction.

And it was in such a situation that the Phantom Thieves were able to circumvent it and even steal the secret treasure.

Although Amamiya Ren stayed behind to cover their retreat, the outcome was not made clear, but in the end, he succeeded in making Mr. Sakata Kin'gin repent.

Konami's series of game IPs were saved. The news of the new Metal Gear Solid had already been announced, and the company, under the operation of Sakata Kingin before his surrender and pressure from public opinion, chose to approve the project and put it on the schedule.

Shiomi Kotone was wondering why Sakata Kingin didn't take Zhu Lei Aige with him to jail when he repented.

If it really doesn't work, it would be nice to take the Brick Dragon or the Kusha's Wrathful Clan or the Fenrir Wolf away.

Just when the pots and pans were making a lot of noise, the girls in the kitchen felt relieved after finishing the cooking.

Amamiya Ren was just a vegetable washer. After wandering around the video game arcade, she came back with a few stuffed dolls she had caught. She happened to meet three beautiful girls who had just finished shopping for food, so she simply distributed the dolls to them.

"Would a young lady also like such toys of inferior people?" Xijian Qinyin mocked mercilessly.

"The value of some objects lies not only in their craftsmanship and materials," said Okumura Haru calmly.

Shinjima looked at the mushroom doll in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking. He was silent for a long time before saying, "The student council has a lot of things to do, so I'll leave now."

She disappeared at the door of the nursing home in a hurry.

"Officials are really busy."

"Ah."

Two beautiful girls with very different styles briefly defined themselves.

A group of four can be divided into five small groups, splitting up and reuniting, and they have developed the habit of trying to figure out each other's meanings.

The kitchen was a thatched house made of thick adobe bricks. Inside was a large heated kang, and in front of the kang was a stove made of adobe bricks. The smoke from the stove passed through the kang hole before being discharged from the chimney, so it was warm and comfortable to sit on the kang. Amamiya Ren sat on the kang, picked up a potato and began to peel it.

Okumura Haru threw the black charcoal into the stove, which made a sizzling sound. Soon, it burned into red charcoal fire with light blue flames. The frost on the window was melted by the white smoke from the chimney. A tin kettle squatted on the stove mouth, making a creaking sound. Amid the chattering of the girls, I listened to the singing of the kettle on the stove, from low and slow to melodious and graceful, singing leisurely all the way until the water splashed and white steam rose.

Xijian Qinyin peeled off the fish skin, placed the crystal clear fish belly on the chopping board and began to slice it.

A second-year senior student glanced at Okumura Haru nervously, and as if getting the other party's consent, she trotted to Amamiya Ren, picked up the iron kettle, and added boiling hot water to the prepared soup base.

Outside the window, a few old men were walking by with crutches, supporting each other. They sat down by the dry and cracked wall and smoked cheap cigarettes bought from the convenience store on the next street.

Winter is a very quiet season. Some small sounds that you would not notice in the past will be amplified at this time. Yu Gonglian felt that it was a bit noisy. He tapped on the screen of his mobile phone with one hand, and held the other hand in the air, as if he was playing with an invisible fitness ball. In fact, it was almost the same. He was playing with Cong Yu's feet.

It was white and tender, and looked very cute. It would flex its toes according to the strength of the fingertips, and because of Amamiya Ren's teasing, it was faintly pink, as if putting some makeup on the pure white porcelain.

Occasionally, you can see old ladies weaving towels in the yard, with their needlework as dense as possible, reflecting their leisurely and boring old age. For many Japanese families, they can always find their elderly family members to have fun for a few days every year under the urging of blood ties. Perhaps they think that a house of less than 100 square meters can be filled with laughter for a few days every year, but for the elderly, there are only a few days of laughter in the whole year.

I can't understand the latest TV programs, and I can't use my mobile phone. I feel sleepy when I sit down, and I can't sleep when I lie down. I get constipated when I drink less water, and I get indigestion when I eat more. I can't find anyone in the house to chat with, and the phone calls I make are always answered perfunctorily.

Maybe I felt bored, so I just moved to a nursing home, found some guys who were as old as me, talked about this ever-changing country, and reminisced about the 70 or 80 years of my life. Sometimes I feel that life is really boring. I can only meet the people I want to see a few times a year, and I can basically never see the people I don’t want to see at this age. I want to quarrel with them, but I have no place to shout.

In fact, a considerable number of elderly people who move into nursing homes are those who have been abandoned by their young family members. Their new families have drifted away in the hustle and bustle of distant big cities. They even survived the big economic bubble and did not shed a tear when they were heavily in debt, but when they are old, they wander in a deserted little house and feel sad. Then they wipe their wrinkled eyes with napkins, and their tears spread in all directions along the paper.

In the warm winter sun, the old villages and towns rest their heads on the ragged hills, lying lonely on the gray land. The sun shines lazily on the uneven and somewhat abrupt glass of two or three-story buildings, reflecting to the streets. The tide of the times has pushed it to the corners of society.

If the impression of Tokyo is the complexity of countless crisscrossing rail lines.

Then Daochi Town should be an old block filled with neon lights, just blocks, countless blocks spliced ​​together. It is so backward and yet it is fanatically pursuing the prosperity of the metropolis. The pie in the sky by politicians and businessmen can always satisfy a group of native residents, and their desires are like weeds in the forest, which grow again after being cut.

Therefore, people should learn to be content with what they have. It is a great fortune to be able to breathe without being crushed by life. Just like playing an RPG game, some NPCs will disappear from the map sooner or later and will never be found again. They will no longer trigger dialogues. The daily tasks that you have been tired of repeating countless times will say goodbye to you. Although its rewards may be just a little money and a normal dish that can restore your physical strength, it cannot help you complete the job transfer or advancement, but it always resides in a corner of the map. No matter when you think of it, it is still there.

Maybe when you say goodbye for the first time, you will think that the game planner is really considerate of the players and knows to abandon some old designs. It will take many years for you to think that this planner is really not a good person and has deleted the original feelings for me. And they don’t even open a nostalgic server, which is too much.

Maybe the rewards for daily tasks in the future will change from "a little money and ordinary food that can restore your health" to "a lot of money and delicacies that can restore your health". But those NPCs who always patiently remind you before leaving the Novice Village, "Adventurers, be careful today" and then say a lot of nonsense, "Be careful of unfamiliar players, don't touch unfamiliar treasure chests, there are many scammers in the world chat..." will no longer come back.

Their portraits and lines can only remain in photo albums or the Internet, along with the "Novice Long Sword +18" that helped you through the most difficult period of pioneering, becoming a precious memory.

Amemiya Ren recorded such literary feelings on his mobile phone, and also wrote an appreciation article using the feet of Lavenda, Shiomi Kotone, and Cong Yu, which made little Cong Yu blush and kick his head in anger.

By the time things were done in the kitchen, Shiomi Kotone had disappeared.

Amamiya Ren and Sakamoto Ryuji went to the game hall again. As expected, youth cannot be wasted, and entertainment activities must be carefully planned.

Okumura Haru wanted to go with them, but felt it was still too distant, so he had to go back to the hotel, took out his tablet and started looking through the sales of various co-branded products of the Big Bang Burger Shop.

......

Tokyo.

Goro Akechi sat in the empty interrogation room of the Metropolitan Police Department, looking at the lawyer opposite him with a headache.

"Mr. Naruhodō, I think my words are sincere enough. Regarding Amamiya Ren..."

"No, this is about my career," Naruhodō yawned, "You can't force a false charge on a minor."

"Indeed," Akechi Goro nodded heavily, "but you brought several minors to such a place..."

Naruhodō interrupted him again, "They didn't drink, and they didn't spend any money, including me. This doesn't violate the law that was recently revised this year. Well, on the contrary, Akechi-san always wanders around the Metropolitan Police Department in the name of a detective. Whether he is suspected of spying on and leaking government agency information is actually up for discussion."

Another attempt that yielded no results.

The "genius young detective" who always appeared in front of the camera fell into deep thought. So far, Amamiya Ren had no suspicion of being related to the Phantom Thieves of the Heart. He himself did not understand why he was so obsessed with him. Perhaps it was because he had once seen him in the crowd and felt an inexplicable emotion that made him tremble all over. It was like facing a storm that was about to land across tens of thousands of miles of sea.

Goro Akechi could only say to himself that there was no doubt about the great writer and that he should not be held hostage in the investigation of the Phantom Thieves.

But the more I thought about it, the more upset I felt, as if I was going to be caught in a storm and torn to pieces.

"Mr. Mingzhi, there's a call for you." A police officer knocked on the door outside the interrogation room.

The door opened, and a Huawei phone produced in a neighboring country was handed to him, with the note [Lionaire Lion Boy] written on the screen.

Goro Akechi answered the phone.

Goro Akechi listened carefully and nodded.

Goro Akechi is taking criticism.

Goro Akechi is describing the future course of action.

He hung up the phone, thinking about the lack of progress in his plan to investigate the Phantom Thieves, and finally gave up thinking about it.

The final exam is coming soon, but I haven’t started reviewing yet.

He pulled his hair in annoyance. This "genius young detective" is also a minor who has to worry about his studies.

Unfortunately, the girl he was obsessed with, Amamiya Ren, did not have such troubles.

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

Some people are in their second year of high school, and their minds are full of final exam review. In that case, they can only do the second year of high school exam papers.

Some people are in their first year of high school, and all they can think about is getting into the University of Tokyo. In that case, the final exams at the school are only as difficult as those in their first year of high school.

Insufficient time to review and disdain to review. Two completely different attitudes, two completely different lives.

Goro Akechi had no choice but to pack his suitcase and left the Metropolitan Police Department in shame.

Naruhodō thought it would be best if this annoying guy didn't take the witness stand.

If he gets the chance...

Hey, don't argue if there's nothing to do. He shook his head. The most important thing at the moment was to continue collecting evidence of the crimes committed by Xiaozhong Culture Society.

This is a revenge that transcends the other party's protection umbrella.

(PS: Recommend a friend's book)

("I have the power of the other world, I want to be a hero")

17-year-old Ace: 155. Will-O-Wisp (two in one)

Crunch. The empty can was smashed to the ground and then crushed with force.

The gang leader with a bruised face stood by the wall outside the clinic, waiting for news from inside.

The heavily made-up woman limped out, and her humble "Brother Dongye" gave the conversation a satisfactory framework for both parties.

Dongye likes this feeling of estrangement, which makes him feel that he is a person of higher status. He stepped on the can, lit a generic cigar, and puffed out smoke in the orange-red flames, "How is Koichi?"

"I have a transverse fracture of my wrist. The doctor said that the treatment time has exceeded and there is no hope of recovery."

"How to deal with it?"

"The only option is amputation."

"Then amputate it."

Dongye saw the woman returning to the clinic, so he took out his cell phone to check the balance of his bank card. He was short of money again, so it was time to go find those native pigs to make some money.

So he made a phone call. Before he could say anything, a mournful plea broke out over the speaker.

"Dongye! Mr. Dongye, please give me some more time. I will soon..."

“Before tonight, I want to see five million shakes!

"I really have..."

Dongye scolded impatiently, "I don't want to hear this, I just want to see the money. Again, don't try to call the police, the police officers in Daochi Town can't help you. As for calling the report to Tokyo? Your cell phone number is monitored and someone is watching you all the time. If you want those brats to be safe, just bring the money honestly."

"...I understand." The call was hung up, and there was a sense of despair brewing there.

The founder of the "Daochi Private Bank" who lived and worked in Daochi Town was a conscientious entrepreneur who helped the town develop rapidly and issued ultra-low interest loans for residents to choose to go to big cities for school and work. He was called "Daochi's savior" by the newspaper. Because the eldest son often lingered in luxurious places in Tokyo, he was lured by a group of "friends" and got some addictions that he couldn't give up. In the end, he owed a lot of debts to the gangsters and was taken back to his hometown.

The demons in human skin used some unknown means to collude with the Metropolitan Police Department and the government to force this glamorous family into a desperate situation. The debt kept growing. One day, the eldest son of the family was taken into the mountains, leaving behind only two relics: a debt-paying contract for selling his younger sister and brother, and a handwritten letter voluntarily donating all his organs and blood.