Tokyo Psychic

Wakaba Mutsu: I have never felt happy being a light bulb.

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065. There is someone I want to make repent (two in one)

(Additional updates at the end of the month: 1/8, 2/8)

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After working for two hours in a fast food restaurant, the sky above Shibuya streets had become as dark and deep as if rendered in thick ink. The forest-like steel high-rise buildings wantonly polluted the brightness of the stars and the moon with their neon lights, and the mystery of the universe was completely obscured by the atmosphere that had been repeatedly traumatized by urban industrialization.

It was like flowing light like sea mist, spreading over the dark sea, hazy and winding.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked out of the Big Bang burger shop holding a paper bag full of French fries.

Toyokawa Shoko followed him with her schoolbag on her back, "My home is very far from here."

"Then I should send you home."

Kurusu Akatsuki turned around and looked at Toyokawa Shoko, "It's so late, it's definitely not safe to walk alone at night."

Toyokawa Shoko wanted to say something several times but stopped herself, and finally followed Kurusu Akatsuki in silence.

She had never wanted to mention the apartment at school before.

Even try to avoid letting your friends know about its existence.

But perhaps because of some strange feeling of "sympathy", or perhaps because Kurusu Akatsuki and her have too many similarities, those "secrets" that were originally hidden deep in her heart and could not be told seemed to be easily revealed to this boy of the same age.

Sad and sorrowful things cannot be hidden for too long. There is always a red line in people's tolerance. Once the grievances, dissatisfaction, anger accumulated in life... they cross a certain critical point, they will completely break down the heart's defenses, crush all rationality and sensibility, and then explode into a hysterical impulse. Under such an impulse, a person can always make various wrong decisions that will make him regret for the rest of his life.

Perhaps it was really because of the existence of a self-protection mechanism that Toyokawa Shoko almost couldn't resist the urge to "talk" to Kurusu Akatsuki several times.

Suddenly, the roar of the engine and the sharp whistling of the wings tearing through the air could be heard.

There really was a passenger plane, like a yacht, pulling out a long gray line on the dark sea, and its signal lights flickered with a distant and deep red light.

It sailed alone into the deepest part of the sea until it completely disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

After exiting Central Avenue, the two passed by the Hachiko statue next to the station.

The Akita Inu sits upright on the base, in a posture that is familiar to most Japanese. No matter how time passes, it always uses its eyes that are always looking into the distance, gazing at a direction so far away that it is impossible to guess, waiting for someone who will never come back.

I remember that there was a professor named Hidesaburo Ueno at the University of Tokyo. He would get off at Shibuya Station after get off work every day, and his Akita dog named "Hachiko" would wait for his owner to come home from get off work every day beside the station.

In 1925, Professor Ueno died suddenly of illness, but Hachiko still went to Shibuya Station on time every day to wait for his owner. He waited for a full nine years until his time came to an end.

To commemorate this loyalty that transcends life, people erected this statue next to Shibuya Station. Today, it has become one of Shibuya's landmarks, and tourists from all over the world take photos and check in here, and then talk about the long-lost story with relish.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the traces of wind and rain erosion on Hachiko's body, and suddenly his heart felt like a stone was thrown into it, throbbing and causing countless ripples.

He thought carefully and realized that it had been more than a month since he traveled through time.

The legend of the "Mind Thief" in the original world should also gradually fade away with its disappearance.

I haven't contacted my family for such a long time, my father and mother must be very sad...

Kurusu Akatsuki suddenly felt a sense of alienation as if he was out of tune with the whole world, like a rainstorm coming from the sky, trying to wash away all his disguises. Putting aside his identity as the "savior" chosen by the Velvet Room, he seemed to be just a poor homeless man.

The SEES seniors must be panicking and searching everywhere for me near that world lighthouse, right?

Maybe they'll even contact Joseph Joestar and ask him to use the power of his stand, "Purple Hermit," to try to find me directly?

After reading the entire volume of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure", Kurusu Akatsuki has a good understanding of many things in his previous life that he did not have the chance to hear.

The boy standing by the glass wall of the station walked past the Hachiko statue and entered the station.

He suddenly turned around to look at the girl with a schoolbag behind him. In fact, he was looking at the statue that was still standing guard even after crossing the world line.

"Toyokawa-san, do you think there's a place where it's almost impossible for you to return, and there are people like Hachiko who are determined and lonely, waiting forever for you to appear?"

Toyokawa Shoko thought about it seriously.

"A person has so many things to do every day, it's unlikely that they can wait as wholeheartedly as a dog... Why did Amamiya suddenly ask this?"

"Maybe I suddenly thought of some sad things." The thief swiped his card and passed through the gate.

Kurusu Akatsuki didn't know what was happening in the other world. Maybe the police had already made his missing person's record public... Whenever he thought about his parents crying in front of his photos, a huge sense of guilt and sadness would surge in his heart.

During his seven years as the "Phantom Thief of the Mind", he saved many lives and even saved the world from destruction many times.

But he didn't save himself...

At this moment, Kurusu Akatsuki felt unprecedented anger, or even "hatred," towards the culprit who caused his "time travel."

Shoko Toyokawa noticed the sharp and uncomfortable silence in the atmosphere, and gave up the idea of ​​"asking about the actual situation and comforting Kurusu Akatsuki".

He just silently quickened his pace and walked beside him, making the boy no longer look "alone".

At least, there was a slender shadow leaning against him.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the station was somewhat deserted. The shutters of shops, large and small, on either side of the underground passageway were drawn, casting a monotonous and cold hue. Only occasionally could a few pedestrians be seen, treading in the cold light of the passageway, walking leisurely past the young man and woman walking side by side.

They walked along the route sign, passed the bakery that was about to close, and sat down in the empty waiting room.

The waiting room was quiet and there were no passengers on the bus to the North District.

The tram rushed out of the tunnel with a whistling sound, bringing with it a cold wind.

The brightly lit carriages flashed before them, like freeze-frame shots from a high-speed camera.

Perhaps the number of shots set in advance had been used up, the tram stopped heavily in place, and the Sierra door slowly opened, revealing an empty carriage.

Kurusu Akatsuki stood up and walked towards the carriage.

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As the train left Shibuya Station, the noise of this "city that never sleeps" in the dark washed over both sides of the train like a tide, then quickly receded, leaving behind an impression of extreme prosperity in people's minds.

All Japanese who have been to the sea know that when the tide goes out, they always have to go to the beach with buckets and shovels to pick up crabs or shells that can be sold.

Shoko Toyokawa looked back at the boy's face reflected in the car window.

The omnipotent self-confidence that originally flowed under the disguise of "sloppiness" seemed to disappear for the first time.

She could clearly see a look of loneliness and unwillingness on Kurusu Akatsuki's face.

But she couldn't say any words of comfort... She could feel that this boy was stronger and more responsible than she had imagined.

The help he really needs is not the comfort or guidance of others, but just a period of quiet time that is enough for him to think about all the sad things alone.

Toyokawa Shoko remained silent until the train arrived at the station. Then she picked up her schoolbag, stood up, and walked up to Kurusu Akatsuki, who seemed to be in a daze.

Then he extended his hand towards Kurusu Akatsuki, "We've arrived."

The Phantom Thief, who was reminiscing about the past, subconsciously held her hand.

Toyokawa Shoko easily pulled Kurusu Akatsuki and led him out of the carriage. "Next, let me lead the way."

The Phantom Thief nodded woodenly.

"Is this Amamiya's first time in the North District?"

"This is actually my first time in Kita Ward, Tokyo."

Kurusu Akatsuki answered Toyokawa Shoko's questions, and his tone gradually returned to its usual relaxed and calm tone.

"That should disappoint you."

The apartment where Shoko Toyokawa currently lives is located in Akabane-cho, Kita-ku, Tokyo, an old industrial area reminiscent of the rust belt...

Even in a prosperous city like Tokyo, there are always some dilapidated and dilapidated places that are so old that people can't bear to look at them.

After all, a city always ages.

It began in the most marginalized rural areas, where wrinkled faces gradually lost their ability to understand and accept new things. The white walls that once seemed to reflect light in our memories became old, yellow, dark, and greasy. Then, in the industrial areas once the site of massive investment, the large machines, worn to the point of being ineffective despite all the maintenance and upkeep, whimpered in the factories like a cough, their dying breaths. Then, this aging trend suddenly spread like a landslide to every street and every building in the city.

Finally, wrinkle-like traces spread across the faces of the crowd, reflected in their hearts, leaving countless ravines in their hearts. The ravines were filled with millions of emotions from the past, and no new trends or fashions could squeeze in anymore.

This is how cities age.

A little fresh blood will continue to flow out of the old body, falling into the diseased and necrotic tissues, filling the gaps in society left by those people or things that have completely disappeared.

Kurusu Akatsuki discovered that even after leaving the bustling city, it was still difficult to see a beautiful starry sky because of the lingering light pollution.

The night was dark, and even the moon was covered with unreal colors, as if crying.

The street lights emitted a yellow halo in the darkness. Toyokawa Shoko's shadow extended slenderly and sharply, piercing into Kurusu Akatsuki's body as easily as a long sword, and then pierced out from his shadow, intertwining like this.

After walking for a long distance, I finally stopped in front of an apartment building that was frighteningly deserted.

"Looks shabby, doesn't it?"

Shoko Toyokawa pointed to the outline of a building floating in the darkness a little further away.

Kurusu Akatsuki surveyed the apartment and commented honestly, "It's better than where I live."

He can actually tell jokes now... He should feel better now.

Toyokawa Shoko sighed imperceptibly, "It's already late, I have to go home first. Thank you for taking me here."

Kurusu Akatsuki finally realized what was happening and released the hand that had been holding her. "Then I'll go back too."

"Be careful on the road."

The thief turned his back and waved at her, indicating that he was listening.

Shoko Toyokawa looked at his back for a long time before walking towards the apartment by herself.

The shadows of the two people who had been entangled for a whole night separated like this, as if they had become lonely again.

I walked up the stairs, inserted the key into the trembling keyhole that creaked and turned it.

An unpleasant odor of alcohol and cigarettes hit me in the face.

A football game from across the Pacific Ocean was playing on the TV screen in the living room, and dozens of things that looked like lottery tickets were torn into pieces and thrown on the ground.

Shoko Toyokawa closed the door and took off her leather shoes.

"I'm back, stinky dad."

There is no warm "welcome back" feeling.

The living room was silent, with only the tired snoring from the sofa responding to the girl returning home late at night.

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When Lai Qixiao returned to LeBron with the sausages he bought from the 24-hour convenience store, the Siamese cat named "Nina" seemed to have been squatting by the intersection waiting for him for a long time.

As usual, he broke the ham into pieces and fed it to the kitten, who was just four months old.

Then I went back to the store to wash and change clothes.

Go up to the attic and pull the light cord.

The darkness immediately retreated from the attic without leaving a trace.

Kurusu Akatsuki was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, typing on her phone. On the screen was the good news from a genius hacker.

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