Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 11 Promotion
On the island of the mind, the figure of the audience An He suddenly appeared, and then there were whispers that made the fortune teller An He want to bite his teeth.

"I've also been promoted, and it will take me some time to digest it. Please go up and control the situation first."

Oh no, now I’m not the clown anymore!

No, I seem to have really become a clown!
When the fortune teller An He thought about the face that the thief An He might show when he woke up, he became more and more eager to be promoted.

'Hey, we have two sequence 8s and one sequence 9!'

"I am not Sequence 9."

'Coincidentally, I am not one either, so who is?'

The fortune teller An He was unwilling to face this situation, so he simply let his consciousness float up to take over control of his body, intending to complete his promotion ceremony as soon as possible.

But how can I make someone who doesn't believe in divination think that I am a real fortune teller? !
In reality, Miyano Shiho inexplicably felt that Anhe beside her was in a trance for a moment, but she did not think too much about it, thinking that he was shocked by the fact that he "became smaller".

After all, even though she had known that such a possibility existed, she was still greatly shocked when it actually occurred.

"A miracle that is almost impossible to replicate," she murmured softly, with an indescribable light flashing in her eyes.

Miyano Shiho walked forward, took out an empty test tube from her bag, quickly collected some blood from Kudo Shinichi's head, then carefully sealed it and put it back in her bag.

"You carry test tubes with you?" An He's eyes looked a little strange, and he had an urge to step back.

"This is a good habit." Miyano Shiho didn't care. She looked at the approaching flashlight beam and said, "We should leave. It would be bad if we were mistaken for child traffickers."

"Mr. Miyano."

An He called her and looked at her with a meaningful look, "If I'm not mistaken, this person was supposed to die, right?"

There was a long silence.

He kept asking, "Will you tell Gin?"

Miyano Shiho turned around and looked at him straight. Different from her usual cold and casual demeanor, at this moment, her lake blue eyes were filled with indifference and alienation.

This was a kind of warning, and for some reason, An He suddenly had the image of a ragdoll cat with its fur standing on end in his mind.

He laughed, his tone light.

"We are accomplices."

"Ah."

He was slightly stunned, not knowing if it was his illusion. At that moment, he seemed to see the smile of the beauty in front of him. It was very faint and light, but it was there. Her eyebrows were curved into a bridge, and the youthfulness of an eighteen-year-old girl was undoubtedly revealed, which made An He finally feel the youth of his teacher.

This was also the first time he saw Miyano Shiho smile in the half month they had been together.

"Sure enough, nothing good can come out of your mouth."

Miyano Shiho once again glanced at the police who were searching around not far away, and walked ahead at a brisk pace.

"gone."

She is in a good mood.

Because she suddenly figured out a question, that is, why she treated this cheap student so differently.

She had already said the answer accidentally.

They are similar people.

Because she came to Dorobiga Amusement Park with her sister, Miyano Shiho did not ride her Harley, but took a taxi. Now she naturally had to take a taxi back.

Of course, if she wishes, the organization can arrange someone to take charge of her travel, but Miyano Shiho obviously will not choose that.

After weighing the little change in his pocket, Anhe tactfully squeezed into the taxi called by Miyano Shiho.

It was around ten o'clock in the evening when we returned to the apartment.

An He was still a little worried that there would really be no hot water tonight, but his teacher was obviously just a man of words and did not really stop the hot water, which made him feel relieved.

On the island of the soul.

"It's too cruel, too heartless! Where is justice?! Where is humanity?! I'm so angry that I'm shaking all over. I'm sweating all over in the hottest weather, and my hands and feet are cold. Can this world ever be better?"

The fortune teller An He was standing with his hands on his hips, pointing at the other two An Hes' noses and cursing them.

Audience member An He silently raised his hand and whispered, "Today shouldn't be a very hot day."

"Does that matter?"

The fortune teller An He said in a shocking voice, although the truth does not lie in the loudness of the voice, a louder voice is always reasonable.

"In just one day, you who were once Sequence 9 are gone forever. A pathetic thick barrier has been built between us!"

The thief An He yawned and scratched his messy hair lazily: "What can I do? Why don't you work hard to get promoted?"

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about!!"

The fortune teller An He was furious: "Ask yourself honestly, since we are both promoted to Sequence 8, are our rituals of the same difficulty level?"

"Just practice more if you're new to it." The thief An He spread out his hands with an innocent look on his face.

"I don't care, you have to create opportunities for me."

The fortune teller An He then expressed his true intention. Playing the victim was not his purpose, but a means of kidnapping them. The ugly face of the Gou San family was fully revealed.

"Okay, okay, okay." An He, who was also a thief from the Gou San family, had expected this.

"I have no objection." Audience An He was very easy-going.

"Good good."

The fortune teller An He rubbed his hands in satisfaction, and then returned to the official topic of this national security referendum: "Tell me about your situation after your promotion."

The first one was An He, the thief who took control of his body last but completed his promotion first.

"I'm a con man now, but I'm not much better than when I was a thief."

He listed them all: "Apart from the thief's original stealing ability being enhanced to a certain extent and his movements becoming slightly more agile, there is only one additional ability, 'easier to gain the trust of others'. Perhaps it is because the thief has not undergone any essential transformation after being promoted to Sequence 8, so the ritual is so simple."

“That’s still Sequence 8.”

The fortune teller An He said jealously, looking at him with burning eyes.

"That's true."

The thief An He did not deny it.

"how about you?"

The fortune teller looked at An He, a spectator sitting nearby.

"Sequence 8 mind reader. His observation ability has been greatly enhanced. He can read other people's superficial thoughts. There is no essential transformation."

Audience member An He thought about it, and added as if unintentionally: "Although our promotion is simple, the strength of Sequence 8 is not as good as your Sequence 8 Clown, and we do not have direct combat capabilities."

After hearing this, the fortune teller An He thought about it carefully. After becoming a clown, his body control ability will be greatly improved, his facial muscles will be more flexible, his lies will be easier to believe, and his observation skills will be greatly improved. It is almost equivalent to a superior substitute of the two of them combined.

If you think about it this way, it seems that a more complicated promotion ceremony is not unacceptable.

"What the hell! Isn't this just the effect of your other ability?!" The fortune teller An He stepped forward angrily and kicked him.

The audience patted their buttocks and got up: "It's just a test of my ability. It's a superficial psychological suggestion. If you are rational enough, you can easily get rid of it."

(End of this chapter)