Tokyo Psychic

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"Wakaba Takafumi" immediately seized the opportunity to struggle, his body continuously expanding and softening, gradually transforming back into the image of that giant clay clown.

Metis seemed to completely ignore the existence of "Wakaba Takafumi," closing her eyes and digging deep into the power of another "me."

"Xiao Mu, before that, please lend me your power."

The next instant, Moraes abruptly opened her eyes, calling out that name, "Morana."

The pagan goddess from Slavic mythology materialized behind her at this moment.

The frosty scarecrow floated quietly in mid-air, its face covered with a white cloth, on which seven guitar strings were sewn.

At this moment, the clay clown leaped up and crashed down on Metis below.

[This is truly...an incredible miracle.]

"Morana" said in a completely emotionless voice, "I thought you would use your own power."

The moment the words left his mouth, the massive body of the clay clown was completely frozen into ice in mid-air.

Even the concept of "gravity" seems to have been frozen.

It was frozen in the air above the rehearsal set, unable to move no matter what it did.

Metis turned to look at "Morana" behind her, "I've only been born for a month, and my power is far too weak to defeat this monster."

She called "Wakaba Takafumi" a "monster".

"Morana" simply said indifferently, "Just consider it as protecting Xiaomu, I'll give you all my power to use."

As soon as she finished speaking, deep black flames immediately ignited in Metis's pupils, instantly transforming into a mask that almost covered her entire face, then coiling around her whole body to become a magnificent performance costume.

"Then, Mortis, please say my name once more."

“Okay… Morana!” Mortis grabbed the mask on her face and ripped it off. The moment blood sprayed out, the frosty scarecrow suddenly took to the air and crashed into the icy clown.

With a loud cracking sound, the ice shattered, and the black, clay-like mist was quickly stripped away. "Wakaba Takafumi" fell to the ground, just as he was about to struggle again.

But then they saw that Metis had appeared at a distance from "Ruoye Longwen" without them noticing. She flicked an ice spike from her palm, which quickly lengthened and pierced through "Ruoye Longwen's" chest like a sharp sword.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the ballet shoes worn by Motis were also connected to ice crystals, and the smooth ice surface extended down to the soles of her feet.

The ice sword pierced Wakaba Takafumi's chest. Metasis danced gracefully, leaping, spinning, and landing on the ice. Facing Kurusu Akira, she removed her red beret, pressed it to her chest, and bowed, lifting her skirt in greeting.

pat.

A worn-out plastic tube slipped out of the hole in "Wakaba Takafumi's" chest and fell to the ground, from which a roll of paper with yellowed crayon drawings on the back fell out.

He then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The scroll was opened, the handwriting on it clumsy and childish, filled with all the "happiness" a girl could imagine in her childhood.

Looking at the crayon drawing, the figures in it looked like they were made of clay, but he could still vaguely make out that on the left was "Mori Minami", in the middle was "Wakaba Mutsu", and he was standing on the right, holding hands with "Wakaba Mutsu" just like "Mori Minami", standing on the pale white floor of the studio.

"No matter how many times I look at it, I still feel that this drawing doesn't resemble the real thing at all..."

Takafumi Wakaba reached out and touched the image of Mutsuka Wakaba on the screen, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I... am not a good father."

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PS:

(I felt like I almost died. It was as if I would never open my eyes again once I closed them. I finally woke up, but I couldn't help falling asleep again while eating... I was in a daze until evening when I finally had a little more energy to write.)

(However, the seven-in-one chapter is finally finished. Please give me some monthly votes!)

142. Beautiful Girls Building Nests (Two-in-One)

Inspector Hasegawa of the Public Security Department has been extremely busy for the past month.

Looking at the mountain of documents on the table, he felt that he was about to lose a lot more of his precious hair.

I originally thought that the "Shinjuku Group" case was the swan song of that "Mind Thief" series.

Unexpectedly, ever since the eldest daughter of the Toyokawa family returned home after giving her statement that day, all sorts of cases have been pouring into the office.

For example, a "major purge of corruption within the Metropolitan Police Department," or "hundreds of people surrendering themselves in the middle of the night"...

Even the so-called "Mind Thief" has become the "Mind Thief Gang".

My goodness, you bunch of inexplicably powerful "superpowered" people can actually recruit new members?!

Zenkichi Hasegawa opened a notebook filled with transcripts; he still hadn't recovered from that night of working overtime when a hundred people turned themselves in.

It's terrifying. Can anyone imagine the despair of being immersed in complex and tedious paperwork for nearly thirty hours, having to stare with bloodshot eyes and force your exhausted body to bow and scrape under the boss's orders, and forcing a smile amidst the barrage of phone calls and text messages from your wife and children?

Zenkichi Hasegawa doesn't need to imagine, because he has already experienced it all.

Fortunately, even in the face of such terrifying work pressure, Mr. Hasegawa, a capable man who was on the verge of being promoted to police inspector, did not give up hope for life.

After all, he had already seen things far more terrifying than working overtime for a whole day and night...

There is nothing more terrifying than receiving news that "the heir to the TGW conglomerate has been kidnapped by gangsters" when there are only fifteen minutes left before you can leave work.

When his subordinate delivered Toyokawa Shoko's personal file, covered in black scribbles, to Hasegawa Zenkichi that day, he had never felt so clearly that he was teetering on the brink of unemployment.

Fortunately, Miss Toyokawa is safe and sound.

Hasegawa Zenkichi picked up the notebook on the table and strode out of the office, preparing to report the progress of the theft case to his superiors—

A burst of powerful music started playing.

This is the "Giorno Joestar Execution Song," an extension of the fifth season of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure," and it was also the ringtone his daughter specially set for him.

A hint of frustration quickly surfaced on Zenkichi Hasegawa's taut, slightly gloomy, and resolute face.

His phone is only answered by two types of people at this time of night.

A leader, or a tutor.

Whoever it is, it means bad news.

If he were a leader, he would probably have to work overtime until late at night.

If he were a tutor, he would probably have a big argument with his rebellious teenager when he got home.

I heard that Xiaoxi has recently become quite fond of that "Mind Thieves" group online...

Thinking about this, the middle-aged man almost had his spine crushed by the pressure of life and work.

He saw the number displayed on his phone screen, and sure enough, it was the police superintendent's office phone.

So Zenkichi Hasegawa quickly went into the boiler room next door and answered the phone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the call connected, the police officer's anxious urging came through the receiver.

"Hasegawa! Quickly organize the officers on night duty to evacuate the surrounding residents at... Gate 1 of the office building! Other colleagues are helping with the reporters, so you don't need to worry about them!"

"what?"

“Mori Minami and Wakaba Takafumi have turned themselves in.”

"Huh? Huh?!" This was the second time the usually capable police inspector had shown such a fearful expression since the "Shinjuku Group surrender case," and he even let out a startled exclamation that was clearly a negative point in his superiors' eyes.

But his superior was clearly more terrified and anxious than him, and had no time to care about such etiquette.

"These two celebrities seem to be connected with that TGW Group... I understand, I'll go right now!" Despite his reluctance, Hasegawa Zenkichi had no choice but to set off once again to make contact with that behemoth that was quite influential in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Because he remembered that his boss's boss's surname was Toyokawa.

There's probably no reason for him to run away.

Hasegawa Zenkichi sighed and hung up the phone. He quickly walked out of the boiler room, handed over the documents in his hand to his subordinates, and then began to mobilize for a police dispatch.

......

The distant skyscrapers, bathed in the night, resembled a dense forest.

A passenger plane flashing red light swept past the treetops, leaving behind a long, distant whistle.

A girl with long, light blue hair stood in the empty corridor, letting the night breeze blow through her. As her hair fluttered, the sound of police sirens suddenly echoed from afar on the street in front of her.

Someone squeezed an empty can of coffee, creating a dent; the crisp sound of the metal deforming was like a marble rolling down a primary school corridor in the Showa era.

Akira Kurishi threw the crushed jar out the window, where it landed perfectly in the first-floor trash can.

At that moment, Zenkichi Hasegawa, accompanied by two investigators, burst into the building.

I happened to see the blurry shadow of that soda can in the darkness, and then it fell to a very far place.

A faint, loud sound could be heard as the empty aluminum alloy can collided with the stainless steel trash can.

The [Advanced Accuracy Enhancement] that Dioscuri recently amplified with melody has not yet expired.

This is a skill that Akira Kurusu recently learned from Shoko Toyokawa—using music as a medium to amplify oneself and one's persona from a spiritual level.

After learning the relevant techniques from Toyokawa Shoko's persona "Ninroku", he quickly figured out a whole set of techniques that could amplify his abilities in all aspects.

When Hasegawa Zenkichi saw the familiar boy and girl, his heart skipped a beat.

However, the thought that today I would have to deal with the family affairs of that celebrity couple instead of facing the troublesome heiress of a wealthy family made me feel much happier.

"It's nice to see you again, Officer Hasegawa." Akira Kurusu stepped forward and greeted him.

Hasegawa Zenkichi gave a brief, perfunctory reply and continued upstairs to find Wakaba Takafumi and Mori Minami, who had reported the incident to the police.

Why did they turn themselves in? They owed their child nothing more than admitting their mistakes and trying to make amends...

Hasegawa Zenkichi felt that things were not so simple.

As expected, Toyokawa Shoko followed them upstairs.

Hasegawa Zenkichi's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Toyokawa-kun, what's wrong with you...?"

"Although it's their family matter, it seems to have some slight connection to me—that girl named Wakaba Mutsumi is my best friend."

......

I saw them walk away into the distance.

Anwa Subaru, who was peering out the window at the city lights, turned to Akira Kurusu and asked, "Where are you planning to sleep tonight?"

“LeBron’s attic,” Akira Kurusu said without hesitation.

“It’s only a weekend, yet you’ve stayed in three different places.” Anhe Mao thought of a story from “Romance of the Three Kingdoms.” “You are… a slave of three surnames? Oh, a slave of three surnames.”

"Intentionally saying the wrong thing is a bit too much."

"After all, I'm a little unhappy too."

"Didn't I spend the whole morning and noon with you today?"

"Play games with me tonight!"

Are you not planning to skip class tomorrow?

"Damn it, why do weekdays have to be such a terrible thing!"

The teenagers left the office building amidst their bickering and commotion.

The black cat followed closely behind their shadows, yet felt somewhat superfluous.

It was already 10:30 p.m.

The last rays of sunlight on the glass curtain wall gradually faded, while the revolving door, still shrouded in the heat of the day, continued its whirling dance like a wind-up toy. A young employee, his tie askew, stumbled out of the elevator shaft, his sweat-soaked white shirt back tinged with the pale grass of twilight. The stainless steel doorknob, bearing countless palm prints, now flickered in sync with the traffic lights at the Shibuya intersection.

Anhe Subaru squatted at the entrance of the convenience store, his fair thighs stretched straight. The hem of his short skirt, his slender calves, his black sneakers, and his white cotton socks formed a mysterious triangle that made people eager to peek inside.

She carefully brought her legs together as soon as she squatted down, and then held onto her skirt to avoid being spied on by others.

The automatic doors of the convenience store opened and closed, and the cold air from the air conditioner seemed to cut through the heat around me like a sharp blade.

Akira looked at her, "Are you tired from walking?"

"worn out!"

"It's only a few steps."

"A few steps? A whole kilometer!"

Lai Xixiao was amused by her delicate appearance. "Can't you exercise more? Don't just stay in your room playing games whenever you have free time."

An and Subaru chuckled lightly, "Working out? Sure... You'll work out with me tonight, Coach Amamiya~"