Summoning Strange Objects from Anime to Reality

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"It's more than just knowing each other... He's the one who gave me the hidden quest, and I also completed my side quests through him."

"Huh? You, a third-rate detective, have such a big connection with a yakuza boss?"

"Waaah!" she asked, her face full of doubt. "The difference between these two is too big! Why would a powerful figure from the underworld be involved with a chain smoker? Are they the legendary smokers?"

"How would I know? At the time, I thought he was just a small leader or some kind of cadre. Who would have thought a yakuza boss would go to a small bar and drink alone? I didn't think too much about it and started chatting with him. Then another person came in, and we got along quite well. Then the last person went home to sleep, and this yakuza boss also gave me a mission."

The blind student recalled with a pained expression, "This tactic is so blatantly illogical!"

"So what are those two people's names? Is that guy also someone with connections?"

She asked curiously, whimpering.

"The yakuza boss is called Shin Kensuke, and the other one seems to be called—"

"Moon Guardian Daoman?"

——————”

Tsukishiro Michimitsu sat leisurely in his office, looking at today's newspaper.

Well, the report said it was a gunfight, and only two or three people died. It seems that it was forcibly suppressed.

Although the newspapers didn't report anything about the Joker, Tsukishiro Michimitsu believed that most people with some power knew that the Joker was still active that night.

First, he tricked the people in the corresponding bureau, and then he slaughtered a group of gangsters. It can be said that he had a very successful night.

Those playing cards are still lying in a laboratory being analyzed for their components.

Hehehe, what do you think would happen if I detonated it right now?

BOMM~ Beautiful fireworks.

As for why he has achieved remarkable results, it's because he has acquired new skills.

(The Man Who Laughs: You can now emanate laughter gas from the Chaotic Clown. The speed and intensity of the spread will vary depending on the intensity of your laughter.)

Hmm, judging from this message, it seems that the abilities of the clowns can be acquired through special performances.

Tsukishiro Michimitsu seemed lost in thought, silently calculating in his mind.

Forget about the evil clown, I'm not dead yet.

Playing the Flame Clown and the Blood Clown should be quite simple; you can tell from their names.

Oops, did I choose the wrong type? The killer clown seems to be the simplest one.

Let's not think about that for now. The Chaos Clown is supposed to create chaos, and that's what I'm doing right now.

But what should I do about that comical clown? Am I supposed to go out with a ridiculous expression next time?

Then all my lifelong reputation will be gone! Could it really be as I guessed, that I have to get everyone who sees me to have their faces surgically altered to look like comical faces?

Oh, that's awesome! (reading in a flat tone)

Speaking of which, the monthly exams are coming up soon, and I heard that Haruto is dating the girl from last time. I hope he won't neglect his studies because of that—

"Hey there! Haruto's older brother, teacher!"

The door was suddenly opened, causing Tsukishiro Doman to look up at the doorway.

At the same time, a cheerful and energetic girl's voice rang out, followed by Tsukimori Haruto's slightly helpless voice.

"Sorry, big brother. Murasame is quite lively. As soon as she heard that it was you who solved Wakatake's problem, she immediately pulled me over to lead the way."

"Hello teacher."

So it was you! You actually became a traitor!

Looking at the stunningly beautiful, long-haired blonde girl with a radiant aura before him, and then at a familiar figure behind him, Tsukishiro Michimitsu reluctantly put down his newspaper, leaned back in his chair, and said:

"Oh, you guys... never mind, you should sit down first."

Haruto Tsukimori, Lawson, and the blonde beauty sat on the sofa next to them, while Michimitsu Tsukimori turned his chair around and looked at them helplessly.

"So, is there anything you need? If not, please hurry back to class. I'm busy slacking off."

"Hey hey hey~ Teacher, you're just making this declaration of slacking off so openly in front of the students? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Murasame no Kaname, and I'm currently the class representative for Haruto and Shinra's class."

"Since I started working here, not counting me, this door has never been opened more than a few times. Why don't I, who has so much free time, take a break?"

"...Teacher, what you said makes so much sense..."

After a moment of silence, Murasame Kanoka slowly spoke with a speechless expression.

Our classmate Rosen, however, remained silent and sat there quietly.

His strong physique, hidden beneath his school uniform, had muscles that were taut and tense.

His animal instincts told him that this place—

Danger!

very dangerous!

Chapter 312 We have a traitor among us!

This room is fraught with danger!

Why does a psychologist's room give me this feeling?

Rosen felt that danger lurked everywhere in the room, even on the sofa beneath him.

There's a persistent feeling that my chrysanthemum is in danger...

Could this psychologist be a legendary reclusive master?

No way, this is too much of a coincidence...

Despite his inner turmoil, Rosen maintained a blank, expressionless face and quietly observed from the shadows.

"Actually, I just came to see what kind of person Haruto's older brother is. I also wanted to see what kind of people the legendary psychologists are. After all, in novels and TV dramas, you often see psychologists who are either big bosses hiding their true intentions or psychopathic killers. It's rare to see proper doctors. But looking at it this closely, he's actually quite ordinary. He's completely different from the ones in TV dramas."

...Girl, actually, what they say in those TV dramas and novels is true. I'm not only a deeply hidden big boss, but also a smiling, twisted serial killer...

"I'm really sorry I'm so ordinary..."

Hearing Tsukimori Doman's reply and seeing his "￣□￣｜｜" expression, Murasame Kanoka found herself laughing.

"Haha~ I'm so sorry, teacher, I'm really sorry, hehe (?ω?)~"

She first apologized to Tsukishiro Doman, and then even made a cute gesture.

"I'm a teacher, after all, and I won't hold a grudge against my students. Oh, by the way, since you've come all this way, here are some gifts for you. Remember to open them when you get home."

Tsukishiro Michimitsu smiled mysteriously, then pulled on a rope next to him.

"Wow—"

A huge curtain unfurled from above, separating them from Tsukishiro Doman.

........

"Okay, the gift is ready. This one is for you."

The yellow gift box was handed to Murasame no Kaname.

"This is for you."

The green gift box was handed to Lawson.

"This is for Ruozhu from last time."

A pink gift box was handed to Tsukimori Haruto.

"Alright, now that you've got your gifts, let's hurry up and go. Class is about to start, I'll take a nap."

"Hey, thank you so much, teacher! Bye~ Bye~"

"Thank you, teacher."

"Hey, big brother, where's mine?"

Haruto Tsukishiro looked at his girlish gift box with a sense of sullen dismay. What happened to the promise that everyone who sees it gets a share?

"Huh? You've caused me so much trouble, interrupted my time to slack off, and you still want a gift? Should I call your homeroom teacher and have him keep a close eye on you? Exams are coming up soon, and if you don't do well, hmph~"

In the end, Tsukimori Michimitsu let out a sinister laugh, a laugh that sent shivers down Tsukimori Haruto's spine.

"No, no need, brother! I'll be going now, goodbye!"

Tsukimori Haruto shuddered and dashed away, while Murasame Kanoka strolled away leisurely, laughing as she left.

"Alright, you guys can move around freely now. I'm going to watch some anime first."

After saying something to his two attendants, Tsukishiro Michimitsu leisurely turned on his computer.

The three gifts he gave away were a mask, a collection of jokes, and a small mirror.

Each gift contained a note he had written.

“As an ‘ordinary’ psychologist, I think you can sometimes take off your mask. If you feel uncomfortable, then put this on.”

As an "ordinary" psychologist, it was naturally impossible for him to discern Murasame's problems in such a short period of interaction.

However, as far as "that" is concerned, it is relatively easy to spot a mental flaw.

"Young man, don't be so expressionless at such a young age, you'll never find a girlfriend. Watch some jokes to relax."

Haha, his muscles are all tense like that, it seems he's sensed something's wrong here, maybe it's some kind of animal instinct.

"A small mirror, small enough to hold in the palm of your hand."

Well, I won't explain that.

"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling--"

My phone rang; it was a text message.

"After school in the afternoon, all teachers will go to the conference room for a meeting—the Dean of Students."

It's about exams, isn't it?

Sigh, why are you calling me over for an exam?

Despite saying this, Tsukishiro Michimitsu still quickly packed his things.

Meanwhile, Brother Shuai also received the message.

However, I was also startled when I saw the message from Rosen.

What? The entire house gives Shinra almost an extreme sense of danger?

Could there be explosives in that room?

Or has that room been transformed into something like a magician's workshop?

Could he really be a reclusive master? Should I try to get closer to him?

You can use the "good guy" card one more time; who knows what good equipment you might get out of it?

Brother Shuai, harboring some ulterior motive, attended the meeting.

"A tall, easy-going young teacher in a black suit, black trousers, and a red tie... Ah, found him!"

Upon seeing Tsukimori Doman sitting in the corner, the handsome man's eyes lit up. He pretended to be calm and sat down next to him, greeting him with a smile. Tsukimori Doman replied with a "hello".

So you're not going to say anything now? Are you the kind of person who seems easygoing but is actually quite aloof?

Wow, this is really difficult! I'm terrible at striking up conversations, otherwise I wouldn't have been single for over twenty years. What should I do now...?

Looking at the silent Tsukishiro Doman, Ge Shuai began to mutter to himself.

—Until the end of the meeting, Brother Shuai did not get a chance to speak to Tsukishiro Doman.

"Waaaaah~ I feel so useless!"

Brother Shuai buried his head on the desk in the office, covered his face with his arm, and cried.

"Hahaha, no wonder you haven't had a girlfriend for over twenty years! Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter. I've never seen a man who's so tall yet so cowardly."

Yingying laughed loudly without any restraint, even uttering the word "old lady," while Ge Shuai, Wu Dou, and Luo Sen next to her did not react at all.

"I'm also in my twenties and single."