Tokyo Psychic

Then the volleyball came over the net at a very tricky angle.

Kurusu Akatsuki jumped up and punched it back.

This was too tiring, and the aches all over his body made Kurusu Akatsuki so depressed that he really wanted to grab Mishima Yuki and beat him up - and he did vent his emotions on him through volleyball.

Volleyball is ultimately a team sport.

The ball hit by Kurusu Akatsuki was fast and heavy, and even Sakamoto Ryuji, who was in the best physical condition, was not sure he could catch it steadily.

Mishima Yuki was hit in the face by the ball several times, but as a member of the volleyball club, he had a lot of "resilience" and didn't think it was a big deal. But when the ball occasionally landed on his teammates, it was really painful.

Mr. Kamoshida stood by with his arms folded across his chest, watching very attentively.

In just one minute, the team of Yuki Mishima and Ryuji Sakamoto was defeated.

After scoring 13:1, Kurusu Xiao was deflated. He walked out of the court exhausted and sat down.

At this moment, no one on the field cared about Kurusu Akatsuki who had just displayed his might.

Everyone's attention was drawn to a beautiful young girl with a model-like figure, long golden hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful face of American descent.

A pair of long, round and straight white legs were revealed under her sports shorts. After catching the volleyball, they stretched like a longbow with the movement.

This is a very famous girl in Shujin Village, named Takamaki Anne. She's said to be of American descent, a Japanese returnee, and speaks fluent English. Her stunning figure and appearance make her very popular with the boys at school.

Kurusu Akatsuki didn't care about it. Instead, he watched everyone on the court hitting the volleyball with a scrutinizing look... The Phantom Thief, who had just scored thirteen points, was already in pain all over, and felt a little drowsy after watching the game for a while.

His acceptance threshold for the concept of "beauty" has always been very high, and he will not start to have wild fantasies just by seeing a beautiful girl's thighs or thin waist.

After all, he had spent seven years in the Velvet Room with the secretary who had reached the limit of human aesthetics in terms of cognition. Even if he was stuffed into a palace full of sexy dancers, he could walk back and forth in it without changing his expression.

Jing Qinrencai came over at some point and quietly slipped him a bottle of mineral water while no one was paying attention.

She was actually on the same team as Kurusu Akatsuki, but she never touched the volleyball during the entire game. All the balls were received by Kurusu Akatsuki at the front.

"Thank you." Kurusu Akatsuki said softly.

Jing Qinrencai ran away without saying a word.

After a while, Kurusu Akatsuki felt someone sitting down next to him.

The burly Mr. Kamoshida sat down next to Kurusu Akatsuki.

"Have you learned volleyball before?" he asked.

“I studied it for a while.”

"You played beautifully," Mr. Kamoshida praised generously. "Are you interested in joining my volleyball club for some practice?"

He didn't say anything like "winning the award will help with my studies", because judging from Qi Xiao's exaggerated academic ability, there was no need to waste time and energy on this.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the figures dancing on the field from a distance, "I already have a club, so I'm very busy."

“It’s a bit regrettable.”

Kamoshida patted his knees, his eyes moving back and forth on the field.

"Mr. Kamoshida."

"Ok?"

"You seem to be staring at Takamaki-san the whole time."

Kamoshida suddenly coughed violently, "Don't, don't talk nonsense."

"I understand, I understand. Everyone loves beauty. After all, Takamaki has a great figure, is pretty, and is a foreign mixed-race..." Kurusu Akatsuki counted on his fingers.

Kamoshida quickly fled.

If this statement really turns into a widely circulated rumor, the reputation of this former Olympic champion will be ruined.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at his back, yawned again, then stood up and staggered out of the gymnasium.

I really can’t hold on any longer, let’s find a place to sleep.

On the way to the teaching building, Kurusu Akatsuki suddenly closed his eyes.

His intuition told him that something extraordinary was happening in the school.

Can you let me sleep?

Although the Mind Thief cursed, he quickly found a corner that the surveillance camera could not capture, went into the men's restroom, locked the door, and then waited for the surrounding space to begin to distort until he was completely immersed in the world of "consciousness".

As the contractor and controller of the Velvet Room, Kurusu Akatsuki can freely move between the two levels of the world: "matter" and "consciousness".

The world composed of "matter" is called "reality".

The world composed of "consciousness" is called "impression space".

The impression space is a world interwoven by everyone's subconscious mind.

Here, there are things called "shadows", which correspond to the inner world of someone in reality.

In most cases, these "shadows" are a collection of various information that unconsciously escapes from the human mind, wandering aimlessly in the space of impressions. Even if they are knocked down, they will not have any impact on the person in reality.

However, for some people with twisted desires in their hearts, their shadows will be alienated, and then they will show strong aggressiveness in the impression space, and even actively hunt the shadows around them until they separate themselves in an independent space and become their exclusive "territory."

The Phantom Thief in school uniform sighed twice and walked slowly in the image space of Tokyo.

I still remember the first time I entered and exited the impression space. I was terrified and looked around every step I took. When I encountered a sudden shadow, my heart would beat wildly with fear.

As for now...

Kurusu Akatsuki felt like she was back home.

He looked up and observed his surroundings.

Deep red lines spread across the wall, like blood vessels running through muscles and organs, pulsating like breathing. When you look at them, you can suddenly hear exaggerated sounds like wailing, sobbing, or laughing.

The ceiling above my head was embedded with a red warning light, which stretched the halo longer and farther in the dark tunnel, as if I was in a bleeding tomb.

The rusty rails are a backdrop to this blood-red and silent space. This is the impression space, the place where the collective unconscious is stored.

In the collective perception of the residents of Tokyo, "Tokyo" is an extensive underground network where trams can carry money and fame. Under the brakes of the engines, they carry themselves in shackles, taking heavy and slow steps towards the ever-decreasing world of fame and fortune.

Deep in the tunnel are figures, they are hunched over, their eyes are empty and numb, as if their spines have been broken by the pressure of life. These are shadows, the most common component in this world of "consciousness".

Wandering endlessly and forever in this intricate underground network, just like their hearts that desperately desire stability in reality, but dare not take risks to make progress and are afraid of falling behind.

The place where the Phantom Thief is now is a huge tram station with the words "Showjin" written on it.

There is a passage next to the station, where there is a sign that says "Aoyama 1-chome", which is the platform where Kurusu Akatsuki takes the tram to school every day.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the shadows near him. They seemed quite lively, with their backs straight, running or walking happily on the track.

He casually pushed down two shadows that ran out from the corner and followed the tracks down to the deeper levels of Shujin High School.

The impression space is layered.

The higher you go, the closer you get to the surface of collective consciousness, and the shadow's behavior will be constrained by its own rationality.

Similarly, the lower the level, the closer it is to the depths of the collective consciousness, that is, the "subconscious".

The shadows in the deep layers will gradually lose their rational control as they "decrease in layers" and begin to act according to their own original emotional impulses and desires. At that time, the image space will become extremely dangerous.

Is it really dangerous?

Kurusu Akatsuki was speechless when he saw this group of shadows running away when they saw him.

Perhaps it was the enemies hiding behind the scenes who were at work, and he was forcibly identified as an "invader" and "destroyer" by the impression space.

When the shadows here see him, they immediately show a strong "desire to survive".

The desire to survive is also a desire, and it is the most primitive kind.

The more a shadow is not constrained by reason, the faster it will run away after seeing Kurusu Akatsuki.

The Phantom Thief continued to head towards the subconscious space of the Shujin area without saying a word, not bothering to chase them.

Anyway, defeating them won't yield any cognitive spoils.

However, there are exceptions to this, as some shadows with twisted desires, after seeing Kurusu Akatsuki, they rush up to him ferociously to fight him to the death as a manifestation of their desire to survive.

Then it was discovered that Kurusu Akatsuki was too lazy to even call out his personality mask. Relying on his extremely powerful mental strength, he raised his hand and slapped it away.

After being knocked away, those shadows did not forget to drop some equipment... some strange objects, such as love letters or diaries. These were their twisted desires, which were materialized from the cognitive level in the impression space and became items that could be brought back to reality.

Kurusu Akatsuki shook his head. He was too lazy to put these worthless things in his school uniform pockets and take them away.

After all, this is a serious college. No matter how twisted the desires of a group of high school students who aim to enter higher education are, they are only limited to themes such as love or competition, and the emotions they express are mostly jealousy and anger.

The materialized desires he could see were basically draft papers filled with curse words or love letters filled with ambiguous words. Occasionally, he would see small items like school bags or pens.

The journey was smooth and Kurusu Akatsuki soon reached the deepest level of the impression space.

He stood in the subconscious of "Shujin High School", looking at the huge hole in the station in front of him, which seemed to have been dug or gnawed by some monster, and his expression became a little solemn.

Because this should be the principal's office.

Xin Ma Xiaolian, I knew you had something to hide!

Kurusu Akatsuki quickly exited the impression space.

The class outside had already ended, and through the door I could hear the restless teenage boys in the toilet discussing the breasts of the beautiful girls in school.

"Takamaki is very beautiful, with big breasts, a nice butt, and legs..."

"That Jingqin from Class 2-D is pretty cute, but her clothes are a bit tacky."

"Hey, you also like girls with flat chests that can wear elementary school bras."

"Uh... isn't a pretty face enough?"

"Go away, go away. He's getting really close to that 'Legendary Amemiya'. It's none of your business."

Kurusu Akatsuki pushed open the restroom door and walked out. "What's the legendary 'Amemiya'? This is the first time I've heard of it."

The boy who was zipping up his pants kept nagging, "Don't you know? It's that 'academic monster' who just transferred in and left the second-in-grade class behind to dominate the grades!"

"Oh yeah, he's a super handsome guy. I heard his family has some pretty strong connections, and he can even make that 'Devil Ito' behave in a friendly way... Damn it! Amamiya Ren!"

The boys who had just finished using the restroom dispersed in a hurry, forgetting even to wash their hands.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked out of the bathroom with an expressionless face, stood in front of the mirror on the sink for a while, then took off his glasses, scooped up some water, and tidied up his messy hair.

"Super handsome guy?"

He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes thoughtful.

At this time, the girls who came out of the women's restroom nearby were all unable to move their legs.

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PS:

(I spent the entire morning furiously writing on my phone. I finally finished the five-part chapter. Now I have to go to class. I have a full afternoon. I still have homework to do after school.)

(The update should be around 8-9pm tomorrow. If something urgent happens, it might be delayed a bit. Anyway, I'll try to finish it before 23:59.)

(The rules for adding more chapters during the release period have been explained in the "Remarks on the Release" section.)

(It's the beginning of the month, and all kinds of tickets should have been refreshed. Everyone, please give me some monthly ticket blades to put some pressure on me. It seems that I am a little too idle.)

036. "The enemy is embarrassed, so I take off her clothes" (Three in One)

（周六爆更：1/9、2/9、3/9）

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After returning to the teaching building, it was lunch time, and the first thing Kurusu Akatsuki did was to find the dean of studies.

"Is Principal Xin Ma in school?"

Kurusu Akatsuki asked Ito Sanshui directly.

In just one day and one night, the Dean seemed to have aged considerably. A thick stack of reports lay on his desk. However, upon seeing Kurusu Akatsuki, he forced a smile. "Such a major incident has occurred at school. Of course, the principal has to return to personally take charge of the situation."

Ishihara, a student in Class A of the second grade, actually did not disappear yesterday, but has been missing for a long time. She has not come to school since the opening test.

It wasn't until yesterday that the inefficient Metropolitan Police Department finalized the case and publicly announced the news... Of course, it's also possible that she was already confirmed missing, but someone was secretly trying to cover up this scandal. Perhaps because her parents have been constantly campaigning for this matter, the Metropolitan Police Department, as a tool, is about to lose the upper hand, so they have no choice but to bypass their superiors' orders and force the case forward.

Such speculation is not groundless. After all, the previous principal resigned because of a political scandal, and the new principal has been in office for less than a month.