Tokyo Psychic

The Phantom Thief interrupted his wandering thoughts and looked at Jing Qingren, who was sitting across from him. "I'm going to go to the Arts Academy again later to visit Principal Shinma. You should go back to the hotel and rest first."

Jing Qinrencai's expression changed subtly for a moment, "You actually want me to eat dinner alone?"

"Is it such a big deal to eat dinner alone?"

"But you were having dinner out with someone else!"

"I've already had dinner. I can't watch you eat in the restaurant, right?"

Suddenly, a strong sense of unwillingness and loss flowed in Jing Qinrencai's heart... She herself couldn't figure out where this emotion came from or where it was directed at. She just wanted to say something but stopped herself several times, and then made a tiny whimpering sound similar to a cat's, with frustration written all over her face.

This kid... is so hard to take care of.

Seeing her aggrieved look as if she was about to cry for no reason, Kurusu Akatsuki's facial muscles twitched a few times, and then he pushed the cake with the spoon in his hand and no one eaten to her.

"Boss, don't you want to eat?"

"Seeing you're so hungry you've lost your mind and started talking nonsense, how can I still eat cake with peace of mind? Consider this as a return gift for the last time you treated me to dinner in Shimokitazawa."

"Hmm." Jing Qinrencai was actually not polite to him at all. She grabbed the spoon and started to eat with relish.

As she ate, she exclaimed incoherently, "It's so cold."

Although she sighed like this, she did not stop her actions. She kept scooping cake into her mouth, and an innocent smile appeared on her face.

Occasionally, the look he cast towards Kurusu Akatsuki revealed a sense of conviction and dependence.

"This cake is originally a cold dessert..." As Kurusu Akatsuki watched Jing Qinrencai eating the cake, he actually felt a sense of security as if he was feeding a kitten.

It does look a bit cute.

So the thief took out his cell phone and pressed the shutter button several times at his child.

"Hmm! Hmm!" Hearing the sound of a mobile phone taking a photo, Jing Qinrencai immediately glared at Lai Qixiao angrily, but her mouth was full of cake and she couldn't say a word.

There was no way to sense any anger or embarrassment in her eyes, but rather a sense of shyness and helplessness, and even the sound of her protest seemed to be a coquettish act.

At this moment, the thief suddenly felt dazed.

I remembered that many years ago, one night during spring break in sixth grade, Shiomi-senpai was also in the school cafeteria taking care of me, a willful and ignorant child...

While he was eating the cake with big mouthfuls, the other party took out a low-pixel flip phone to take a lot of photos, and then showed a doting and gentle smile.

The thief subconsciously reached out to touch the corner of his mouth, but there was no cream and chocolate powder left over from the food he had eaten so fast, and his mouth just kept rising up.

At this moment, he looked at Jing Qinrencai opposite him and found that the girl's right hand holding the spoon had stopped next to the plate. She even forgot to chew the cake in her mouth. She looked at him blankly with her mouth open and her face flushed.

Kurusu Akatsuki's expression tightened. "Hurry up and finish eating. I'll take you back to the hotel."

He is not Shiomi Kotone, who can take the opportunity to tease a child much younger than himself at such a time... He didn't understand it before, but when he was in high school, he realized that the senior might have had some devilish thoughts at the time.

The cake on the plate gradually became less and less.

The street lights in the city light up one by one.

Even if it rains heavily, it still cannot extinguish the passion for life.

The bright lights and bustling crowds of the commercial street cast a gorgeous and complex halo in the rain. The vendors' shouts accompanied by the distant car horns created a sweet and intoxicating feeling like red wine, making passers-by subconsciously forget the irritability of the rainstorm and immerse themselves in the fleeting joy of drunken indulgence and revealing their true feelings.

People always cheer when the lights come on at night. For many people, night is the best time of the day and the moment they look forward to the most.

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"New Kawasaki" Arts Academy.

Even at eight o'clock in the evening, it is still bright here.

Girls who long for stardom sweat in the dance studio and invest their free time after class and in dating, just to win the appreciation of idol agencies with their graceful figure or beautiful appearance and manners before graduation.

Even though there have been several strange "disappearances" and "suicides", there is still an endless stream of girls waving money and coming here to study acting.

He walked up the stairs in a low-key manner with his head lowered. His messy hair and large plain glasses avoided many unnecessary glances.

Principal Xin Ma likes to have his office on the top floor of the building and install a floor-to-ceiling window.

Many times, this middle-aged man who is quite influential in the education field would wear glasses and read a book about humanities and philosophy facing the floor-to-ceiling window, sometimes the works of famous domestic writers, and sometimes from abroad.

Xin Ma Xiaolian slowly turned his chair and looked at Kurusu Xiao who stepped over the threshold.

He said, "It's really unlucky today. It's raining heavily. I'm sorry that you came to visit me in such weather."

"After all, the travel plan has been ruined, so I will take this opportunity to ask the principal of Xinma for advice." There is no other way. I really can't find any clues in the impression space. I can only test the principal again.

"As for your academic abilities, I can't help you either." Xin Ma Xiaolian closed his copy of "How to Win Friends and Influence People." "But as someone several decades your senior, I do have some experience I can share with you."

The principal gestured for Kurusu Akatsuki to take a seat, "I knew from our last meeting that Amemiya-san had the savvy and acumen for a career in politics."

Kurusu Akatsuki nodded. When he sat down, he calmly unlocked his phone, and then his thumb began to frantically click on the application icon of the [Different World Navigation APP].

...Sure enough, there was no response.

He knew that the enemy would not reveal its weakness so easily.

At this time, Xin Ma Xiaolian's face was full of elegance and kindness. He spoke to Kurusu Xiao in the tone of a veteran about the difficult times he had when studying in Tokyo.

The Phantom Thief had no choice but to pretend to listen.

After each story was finished, Xin Ma Xiaolian took a sip of water and smiled warmly, "A boy like Amamiya who has good grades and is also handsome should be very popular with girls."

Kurusu Akatsuki nodded. "Just rejecting their love letters is a troubling thing."

At this moment, Xin Ma Xiaolian cast an admiring glance at Kurusu Akatsuki. "Amemiya-san, I've always loved a Tang Dynasty poem from China. 'I will climb to the summit, and overlook all the other mountains.' The meaning of this line, as I understand it, is that for those who aspire to reach the summit of Mount Tai, once they achieve their goal, the many troubles that once plagued them will become dull and insignificant."

"As someone who achieved first place in the grade in such a difficult entrance exam, you should be able to relate to this statement. How can you be troubled by girls' affection?"

As he spoke, he revealed a somewhat mischievous smile, "Do you have any girls you particularly like at school?"

Kurusu Akatsuki immediately shook his head, his face filled with the righteous dignity of someone unmoved by the allure of women. "Ever since I heard from Mr. Ito about the principal's failed attempt to get into the University of Tokyo, I've been deeply moved. The principal has been so kind to me. Now, as a student of Shujin, I have a responsibility and obligation to devote my youth to improving my academic abilities, do my best to excel in next year's exams, and repay the school's kindness with an acceptance letter from the University of Tokyo!"

Xin Ma Xiaolian looked at Guanxi Lu Fengxian, whom Ito Sanshui had found for him, and was speechless for a moment.

He really didn't expect that a handsome boy with excellent grades and in adolescence could speak such passionate words...

But this would be contrary to the political savvy he displayed that day.

Could it be that this guy has secretly contacted several universities and is always planning to transfer schools?

Xin Ma Xiaolian frowned.

He made his fortune step by step by running cram schools in Kawasaki. He is more like a businessman than an educator.

Businessmen are always suspicious.

His high reputation and status in the education world were gained through repeated transactions using various "resources". However, even if he used this fame for advertising, the gains he could bring to the arts academy and cram school under his name, which had already expanded to near saturation, were negligible.

Xin Ma Xiaolian, who made a fortune by charging tutoring fees and selling tutoring materials, has always had an ambition to go into politics.

So he squandered almost half of his assets and seized Xiujin, this "unowned treasure land", amidst a lot of competition.

Xiujin, a college close to the city center with the potential to connect with popular universities, is his only chance to enter politics.

The appearance of the transfer student Lai Qixiao was an opportunity that could help him open the door to politics!

The cold white light shone on the desk, and the cover of "How to Win Friends and Influence People" came into Xin Ma Xiaolian's eyes.

Xin Ma Xiaolian rolled his eyes.

Money alone may not be enough to buy the loyalty of this "talented man".

He didn't believe that adolescent boys would be completely uninterested in matters of love... A genius like Kurusu Akatsuki who had the opportunity to be admitted to the University of Tokyo might choose to go into politics when he graduated.

He must be firmly tied to his own camp while he is still young and before he is exposed to too many temptations of power.

After all, among the resources that the new and Malaysian Xiaolian have today, talent has always been the most scarce.

At this moment, a dangerous and dirty idea emerged in Xin Ma Xiaolian's heart -

If Kurusu Akatsuki were to personally participate in the "transactions," preserve the evidence, and then use threats and inducements, he would probably be able to gain his absolute loyalty.

Coincidentally, the granddaughter of An and Tiantong was apprehended an hour ago and is probably on her way to the branch school now.

It's time to let this rebellious young man see the world.

The same moment.

The moment he noticed the twisted desire that was finally no longer concealed in the other person, Kurusu Akatsuki lowered his head to look at the phone on his lap.

The software called "Navigation to Another World" was finally opened.

The bright red eyeballs spun rapidly at the top of the page.

[Current navigation: The spiritual hall of Xinma Xiaolian.]

【Distance: approximately 116 kilometers.】

His eyes grew dim as he thought of Ishihara, a classmate from Class A who had disappeared and could not be found in all of Tokyo, and the numerous "out-of-control incidents" he had seen on the news.

It's time to let this unforgivable old man see the methods of the Mind Thief.

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049.Everyone Knows Fengxian's Courage (Three in One)

（补偿性加更：1/7、2/7、3/7）

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A coin was inserted into the machine with a crisp clang, and the intense sound effects had just started when a nearby arcade machine was also activated by the coin. Complex sound effects bloomed one after another amid the excited shouts of the children. On the big screen, accompanied by special effects of burning flames, a burly Russian wrestler and a muscular American wave-style karate heir stood facing each other in the training ground.

The boy's left hand pushed the joystick, making it click. His right hand tapped the buttons rapidly, controlling Ken to throw a Hadouken and then quickly close in, about to unleash a standard jump-in combo on Zangief, who stood there motionless...

An and Subaru wanted to control the characters to block, but found that their thoughts could not be transmitted to their bodies at all.

Just wanting to raise your hand to touch the joystick in front seems to be heavily hindered, not to mention using buttons to make the character fight back.

She watched as her health bar on her side dwindled rapidly under the karate master's fierce punches and kicks, and she was immediately anxious... Are you kidding me? Hurry up and move!

Then, as if she had really broken free from those invisible constraints, her hands reached out to the control panel of the arcade machine in front of her.

However, when my fingers touched the game joystick, I didn't feel the expected round touch, but instead a sharp, cold and hard feeling.

The cold, hard object was immediately and roughly pulled out of her palm, and then pressed against her face the next moment.

The hustle and bustle of the game hall faded away in an instant, and the young man with a smug smile on his face after winning also disappeared.

The back seat of the van was pitch black, and a frosted, dim, blurry scene passed by the window. After a few bumps along the uneven road, the atmosphere became a chilling, heart-wrenching chill.

The rushing rain washed over the car body from all directions, making a crackling sound.

"It seems you have a very high 'sleep tolerance'. You woke up so quickly."

After waking up from his sleep, An He Subaru looked at the girl in front of him who was pointing a gun at him and couldn't stop trembling.

The fragmented memory fragments before the coma were all connected at this moment:

Today is An and Subaru's seventeenth birthday.

After she got home, she used her mobile phone to order a birthday cake from a nearby dessert shop. Then she did her homework while waiting for the delivery man to deliver the cake to her door.

Even arts schools require students to complete some basic cultural courses.

However, compared with normal schools, the proportion of cultural courses here is lower and the content of the examinations is relatively simple.

After waiting for about an hour, there was a knock on the door.

No matter how careful a high school girl living alone is, she could never have predicted that the stranger just across the door was a "person with super powers."

When An Hesuba approached the door and tried to observe the person outside through the peephole, a pair of pale hands went straight through the door and covered her eyes, mouth and nose.

His palm sank into her flesh, strangling her thoughts and then slowly tightened, causing her to gradually lose consciousness as if she was deprived of oxygen.

Before she fell into a complete coma, she vaguely heard the sound of a heavy object sinking in the swamp. Everything in front of her eyes was changing in a bizarre way, as if she had fallen into another world.

When An He Subaru woke up again, she was tied up in the back seat of the car with a seat belt. After she finally broke free from the seat belt, a gun was pressed against her face.

The round muzzle of the gun was dark and deep, like a dead person's eyeball, staring at her without blinking, right in front of her.

The face of the girl holding the pistol could not be seen clearly in the darkness. With the occasional dim light from the street lamp shining in from the window, one could barely make out that her clothes were similar to those of high school girls.

The other party spoke with a tone of mockery and contempt, "You're truly unlucky, being chosen as the 'final victim.' Today is my last day deployed in this city, and it's also the last time I'll select a 'sacrifice' for that lecherous old man... But you're not utterly unlucky. At least you won't be a 'sacrifice' offered to the gods, but instead sent to that 'castle' as a 'commodity.'"

After she finished speaking, she poked the corners of An and Subaru's mouths with the muzzle of the gun in her hand and said, "I can feel the fear, uneasiness, anxiety, anger, sadness... and confusion in your heart."

"For your own safety, it's best to obey everyone you meet next time. Otherwise, you'll be labeled 'unqualified' and might not even be considered a 'commodity' anymore."

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