Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 145 Branch Line
"The change that was originally in the clothes has been reproduced as well." An He pointed to her dress without any pockets and smiled, "It seems that for the sake of immersion, the game has exchanged the Japanese yen for British pounds."

Miyano Shiho doesn't have pockets, so she couldn't discover this interesting phenomenon.

"So does this count as an in-game purchase?" An He always has these inexplicable thoughts.

"." Miyano Shiho didn't want to answer. She felt that this man was terribly childish.

The Thames can be said to be the "lifeline" of London.

She has witnessed the city's rise from obscurity to revitalization. Countless industrial and commercial channels have passed through her body, injecting new life into the city and taking away the waste and debris left over from metabolism, while she just flows quietly.

The two banks of London's mother river are the city's most prosperous areas, with horse-drawn carriages coming and going in an endless stream and slow rail trains stumbling along. Even at night, the river flows continuously, just like the river itself.

There was a lot of horse manure and dirt on the road. Many simply dressed children walked between the horses' legs and the tracks, happily picking up horse manure and then selling it for money.

As for selling newspapers and delivering milk, those are jobs that only kids from gangs are qualified to do.

"It's hard to imagine that in such an era, five pounds can buy a child." Miyano Shiho looked at the gentleman sitting in the pastry shop by the river, leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper, and then looked at the children running around dealing with horse manure, and couldn't help but sigh.

An He raised his eyebrows and said in an inexplicable tone: "Even the poorest patriot in the East End of London will involuntarily straighten his chest when he thinks of Britain's wealth and industry."

Even for him who had seen the situation in Backlund, coming to this similar city with a different status and identity would have such a disjointed experience, not to mention Miyano Shiho who grew up under the influence of modern education.

Praise the time travel, praise the potion.

He no longer had to struggle to survive in Backlund, a place full of crisis and oppression.

"Actually, I've thought about coming to London to take a look if I have the chance." Miyano Shiho stood by the railing by the river, the wind gently blowing her hair.

"I was probably 13 or 14 years old when I started to learn about Newton and some interesting history of the Royal Academy. I wanted to come and see it someday if I could."

There was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

“I didn’t expect it to be realized in the game.”

An He walked to her side and looked at the quiet river together.

"One day, in reality."

“There is no need to be anxious or worried, you can decide freely based on your preference.

"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow; by plane or by boat."

“No one can force you to make a choice you don’t like, and no one is worth your trembling and hesitation.”

"I promise in the name of Anhe."

Anhe raised his little finger and looked at Miyano Shiho seriously.

"Ah la." Miyano Shiho smiled slyly, "Awa-kun seems to be making more and more promises."

She gently hooked her finger around his and entangled it with his.

"You will understand." An He blinked, "There is an old saying in my hometown: Keep your word and do what you say."

Miyano Shiho just shook her head.

Then he said in a gentle and slow, yet very firm voice: "I already understood it."

"I can always trust you."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little gentle.

However, An He's words suddenly broke the atmosphere.

"Mr. Miyano, look at the other side."

Miyano Shiho was stunned by this sudden turn, and then subconsciously followed his thoughts and looked in the direction he pointed.

It was a card club across the Thames, and above its door was a large "!" sign.

".Is this the so-called 'task prompt'?" Miyano Shiho didn't know what to say.

All I can say is that a game is still a game after all. No matter how realistic it is in terms of perception and how complete the historical background is, there will always be some surprising tricks that will shock her in unexpected places.

"Let's go and take a look?" An He suggested.

"What else can I do?"

"Walk."

The two walked towards the club.

There was a gatekeeper outside the club, who strictly required formal attire to enter. Miyano Shiho had no choice but to throw away the black cloak.

Miyano Shiho, wearing a fiery red dress, naturally could not fail to meet this requirement, so the two were allowed to enter.

Without the protection of the cloak, Miyano Shiho began to feel cold again, so she half-armed Anhe's arm, claiming that this was a common action among female companions in upper-class social occasions, and she was taking advantage of his body temperature in a very open manner.

An He followed her.

The club was very quiet, with only the occasional thud of cards hitting the table and the slight friction of chips being pushed and swung.

There were only three men playing Texas Hold'em inside. On the empty table at the back was a bottle of wine, covered with a clean white cloth. The wine glass was polished to a shine and placed upside down on the side.

On a shelf nearby, a small gray-black monkey was sitting cross-legged with a plate of berries in front of it, eating them with its hands.

On the head of one of the men with a mustache, his identity was clearly marked in white words.

【Sebastian Moran】

The famous Colonel Moran.

"It seems that I have good luck tonight." He smiled and threw down the spade flush in his hand, and took the chips of the other two companies into his arms.

Then he noticed the two people who had just come in.

"Hey, isn't this Jack?" His tone was a little sarcastic, "You've been giving the professor a headache lately."

It seems that in the eyes of NPCs, An He indeed exists as "Jack the Ripper".

"Maybe you should have a bigger headache now." An He got into the role quickly.

"It is not a smart move to cheat and take money from two gentlemen."

"What?" The two card players were shocked.

Miyano Shiho also saw through this obvious cheating trick and pointed out: "The berries in the monkey's hand are both black and red. Through the different colors, left and right hands, and the number of berries, a complete set of codes can be fully expressed to reveal the cards."

Colonel Moran's face darkened when his trick was exposed.

"I don't know when you changed your character and became interested in women. You even found such a beautiful female companion." He sneered, "I hope this beautiful lady will not be scared by your bloody hands, Jack."

"It's better than Mr. Colonel using such cheap means to cheat people out of their money." Miyano Shiho retorted.

Colonel Moran reached to his side and pulled a pistol from his belt.

But in just this one second, he had already lost the initiative.

An He's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, holding a poker in his hand and pressing it against his neck. With a little force, a bloody mark was left, and fine beads of blood overflowed.

"."Colonel Moran's pupils shrank slightly and a drop of cold sweat flowed out. He did not dare to act rashly.

What kind of skill is this? The person is behind him in the blink of an eye?
(End of this chapter)