Tokyo Psychic

But at that moment, the restaurant door was suddenly kicked open.

Mr. Yoshizawa rushed into Narisawa like a madman, completely disregarding any semblance of decorum or the Yoshizawa family's reputation—under the serious gaze of the elderly Toyokawa family members who were too late to stop him, and under the scrutinizing eyes of Anwa Subaru's parents, he, as Akira Kurusu's superior, shouted with great force.

"Ren Amamiya, you come out here! The agency has an urgent task for you!!"

The godfather descended from the sky, his face contorted with rage and ferocity.

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094. I said stop (two-in-one)

The pale light spilled over Lai Xixiao, casting sharp, dagger-like gazes at him from all directions.

A chilling coldness shot straight into one's heart, making one shiver involuntarily.

Until a bright red figure burst into the restaurant, shouting sharply at the phantom thief's back—

"Ren Amamiya, you come out here! The agency has a task for you to complete!!"

The voice was like that of a king in the midst of a rout, his face contorted with rage and fury, facing the enemy general who had stormed into his tent, shouting with all his might.

Lai Xixiao turned around in a daze and was surprised to see a middle-aged man with a familiar face.

His bright red suit stood out conspicuously in the black and white restaurant.

The phantom thief clenched and unclenched his fists. Despite being reprimanded like that, a warm feeling welled up inside him.

The air conditioning in Narisawa is very cold, but that doesn't mean there's no fire here.

"Yes, Mr. Yoshizawa!" Akira Kurusu tried hard to control his facial expression, avoiding showing a smile of relief after surviving a disaster.

After he left the restaurant, the tense atmosphere around the table suddenly dissipated.

Kasumi Yoshizawa and Sumire Yoshizawa looked at each other, unsure of how to respond.

The considerate chef had already put down his cleaver, picked up the teapot and wine bottle, and filled the lacquer cups for the guests.

......

Akira Kurusu and Mr. Yoshizawa walked on the overpass.

The rushing traffic, in harmony with the stillness of sunset, becomes a distant waltz in the empty and desolate twilight of the city.

Crowds surged through the streets at both ends of the overpass, accompanied by deafening noise. On this stage called "Tokyo," everyone was dancing with all their might, but often the waltz also resonated for the puppets. Compared to human song and dance, the puppet show seemed exaggerated and unrestrained.

Having lost human emotions, they still have to accept human commands until their entire lifespan is exhausted without any regard for human feelings, and every part is worn out and unable to move. At this point, they often do not have a heroic ending, but are simply stuffed into the trash can by the crew boss in batches and replaced by brand new young puppets.

A puppet is just a puppet; once it loses its value, it can only be eliminated.

But occasionally, a puppet show can be remembered by the audience for a lifetime—

Suddenly, a commotion erupted from the street below the overpass. Lai Qixiao rushed over, grabbed the railing, and looked over. A slender blonde girl was walking on the sidewalk. As the traffic light changed, a sharp explosion rang out, and then a burly man pulled out a fruit knife and rushed towards her without warning, wildly slashing at all the passersby.

At that very moment, a taxi suddenly accelerated onto the street, knocking the man with the knife flying and sending him crashing straight into the wall.

With the deafening roar of car horns, the chaos and noise of the world instantly subsided into silence.

Mr. Yoshizawa had observed Akira Kurusu's entire reaction and quickly approached him. "What happened?"

"Someone was wielding a knife and committing violence, but was stopped by a kind-hearted taxi driver."

Lai Qixiao looked at the license plate number at the back of the taxi; he remembered this car.

The driver was a very refined man named Maruki Takuto.

Fangze narrowed her eyes slightly. "Is it another incident that's spiraled out of control?"

"Hmm." Akira Kurusu casually agreed; this was clearly not an out-of-control incident.

Because he did not sense any trace of the use of any personality mask.

As the "out-of-control incident" unfolded, it seemed that the public began to attribute various heinous crimes to supernatural elements—a sentiment the government was happy to see and had been secretly fueling.

But since Mr. Yoshizawa had already come to this conclusion, he couldn't very well argue with him, so he could only nod in agreement and follow him down the overpass.

"That was dangerous. Let's hurry back to the office." Yoshizawa's tone had unconsciously become much calmer.

Lai Qixiao followed him into a downhill path.

The entire journey was speechless.

About half an hour later, the bright streetlights lit up one by one along both sides of the road.

The architectural outline of the Atlus firm is already visible.

The phone tucked in the pocket of her school uniform jacket vibrated. Lai Qixiao took it out, glanced at it, and immediately perked up.

[Toyokawa Shoko: What's wrong?]

[The Attic Thinker: This is a job at the firm.]

[Toyokawa Shoko: That Mr. Yoshizawa must be Kasumi and Sumire's father, right?]

[The Attic Thinker: Yes.]

[The Attic Thinker: His daughters have an exhibition match today, and as a new member of the Atlus agency, I had no choice but to be assigned to help take care of his two heiresses.]

As Akira typed, she secretly glanced at Mr. Yoshizawa in front of her, pondering how to get him to cooperate and get away with it without knowing the truth.

[Toyokawa Shoko: I'm sorry, I misunderstood your relationship with Yoshizawa. I shouldn't have been so sensitive and distrustful of you... If you're finding work difficult, please tell me!]

[Toyokawa Shoko: Although I may not be able to help you... I will do my best!]

[Toyokawa Shoko: Um... I mean, how about we go on a date tomorrow night?]

If you consider yourself to be in a relationship, it won't be difficult to ask your boyfriend out on a date. Every time you type on the keypad, you feel an overwhelming sense of happiness and anticipation.

As Akira Kurusu watched Toyokawa Shoko type in Line, the trust and affection overflowing between the lines filled him with immense guilt.

“Master, look here!” Just as he was wavering, he heard a girl calling from a distance.

Following the sound, Akira looked over and saw a large door emitting a deep blue light open in a dimly lit alleyway. Lavenda stood there waving at him.

Then Ravenda held up a sign with words on it for him to see.

The sign was very large, and for her petite frame, such movements were inevitably a bit strenuous. She had difficulty finding her balance and swayed for a while.

After careful examination, Lai Xixiao was able to decipher the message from the swaying handwriting: "Come to the velvet room tonight; there will be a great discovery."

After delivering the message, Laventa hurriedly ran back to the velvet room through that door—

As a demigod from the Sea of ​​Hearts that does not exist in this world, both reality and the Impression Space are extremely dangerous for her.

This could even become the catalyst for a full-blown war between the mind thieves and the forces of evil gods.

Only in that velvet room, formed from Akatsuki's subconscious, was she her only safe haven.

Akira Kurusu pulled herself out of her reverie and took out her phone to reply to Shoko Toyokawa.

[The Attic Thinker: Is 7 PM tomorrow okay? To Shibuya.]

He didn't mention his exam the next day, or rather, he didn't take the monthly test seriously at all.

As his mastery of "Dioscuri" improved, Akira Kurusu was able to recall every detail of every moment he experienced in his previous life within five minutes.

The knowledge points covered in the second year of high school were so limited that no matter how treacherous the problem-solving approaches in the exam questions were, they couldn't stop him from scoring quickly... If the knowledge points from all three years of high school were tested at once, it might cause some trouble for Akira Kurusu now.

As his proficiency increased, a premonition told Akira Kurusu that when he trained his [Memory Reading] and [Memory Archiving] abilities to the point of conditioned reflexes and the ability to instantly recall his entire life, they would transform into something even more special.

On the phone screen, the message "The other party is typing" flashed several times under Toyokawa Shoko's profile picture.

[Toyokawa Shoko: Remember to drive!]

Neither Akira Kurusu nor Shoko Toyokawa mentioned the old man who was by her side.

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After passing two fire hydrants, Yoshizawa suddenly stopped. "Don't use your phone while walking. Remember to be mindful of your behavior when you get to the office."

Lai Qixiao nodded, then turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket.

Upon entering the Atlus office, one can immediately hear sharp arguments echoing in the lobby.

Akira saw a man in a casual shirt grabbing an old man's shoulder and yelling at him.

"Why did you specifically cut this segment from the show? Do you know how long I've been preparing for today?!"

"It is indeed an excellent stand-up comedy show, but it has clearly deviated from our program..." The old man retorted in a high-pitched voice, his neck stiff, while looking at the man in front of him with a face full of fear.

"..."

Pushing open the door, Mr. Yoshizawa's expression immediately turned serious.

Akira Kurusu recognized the man's identity.

She is a recently famous comedian, and her surname seems to be "Wakaba".

Just as this hesitation arose in his heart, "Dioscuri" appeared and disappeared in an instant, and a note with the other party's name on it fell in front of Akira Kurusu, and then gradually spontaneously combusted.

The comedian's surname is indeed "Wakaba".

At this moment, Fangze strode closer, shouting, "You two, stop right there!"

"Director Yasui! I reminded you last week that 'things on the show should be decided after more communication with the actors,' and I don't want to remind you a third time!"

"And you, Wakaba! I know you and Mori Minami have been arguing about your daughter lately, but you shouldn't bring your emotions to work!"

Whether they were seasoned directors or well-known comedians, they all fell silent at Fangze's angry shout.

Noticing Akira Kurusu behind Yoshizawa, Wakaba quickly covered her face and ran out of the office.

Yasui's wrinkles seemed to deepen all at once, and he bowed deeply to Yoshizawa, whose expression grew increasingly dissatisfied.

"I'm so sorry! I'll go and call Mr. Wakaba back right away!"

Then he left the firm as well.

It's hard to imagine that an old man who looks almost sixty years old can run faster than An and Subaru.

As Akira Kurusu thought this, she realized that neither Anwa Subaru nor Yoshizawa Kasumi seemed to have asked about her current situation on Line.

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Narisawa at this time.

It was probably a scene of great joy and harmony.

At either end of the U-shaped table in the open kitchen, Anwa Subaru and Yoshizawa Kasumi sat facing each other.

An and Subaru stared intently at Yoshizawa Kasumi, who was sitting opposite them.

Yoshizawa Kasumi also looked at Anwa Subaru with hostile eyes.

Both of them realized that they didn't get along.

Neither of them was willing to take out their phones, and the stalemate continued.

Shoko Toyokawa, whose seat was sandwiched between them, was rapidly tapping on her phone screen, unnoticed by either Subaru An or Kasumi Yoshizawa.

The elderly man sitting next to her had no intention of prying into his granddaughter's privacy.

He respected Toyokawa Shoko very much, and even though he sensed that she might have some feelings for the boy who had just left the restaurant that were beyond the normal social interaction of people her age, he had no intention of questioning her.