Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 18 Snowy Weekend

Kuroba Kaito fell into a state of absurdity and confusion.

How could Kaito Kidd appear here? !
No, it’s not that it’s impossible. After all, this is Kaito Kidd’s secret base, but it shouldn’t be like this!

Isn’t he, Kuroba Kaito, the real Kaito Kid?
For a moment, Kuroba Kaito even suspected that Grandpa Terai was teasing him, but his reason and his understanding of Grandpa Terai made him dismiss the idea.

The Kaito Kidd in front of him made a move, so Kuroba Kaito had to stop thinking about it for a while and concentrate on observing his every move.

However, the more he learned about the details of Kaito Kid, the more he doubted his life.

No, how could he be so similar?
Kaito Kid always seemed to have a subtle and just right smile on his face. With one hand in his pocket, he walked out from behind the bar and lightly pointed at the pool table behind Kuroba Kaito.

hum-

Kuroba Kaito was acutely aware of the slight vibration sound, and the pile of billiard balls began to move and scatter, falling into the pockets in order according to the numbers on the balls in a trajectory that completely violated physics.

"The famous Kaito Kidd, is this the only trick he knows?"

Kuroba Kaito raised his finger and looked at the thin transparent fishing line in his hand, and said sarcastically.

However, Kaito Kidd did not show any sign of being provoked. He just chuckled, and then said something that made Kuroba Kaito's expression freeze.

"Listen up Kaito."

"The biggest difference between magicians and other people is that when they see a so-called almost impossible miracle, the first thing they offer is not doubt or questioning, but cheering and praising."

“Always maintaining the utmost respect for magic and magic performers is a valuable quality that a good magician should possess.”

Almost the moment he opened his mouth, Kuroba Kaito had the illusion that he was in his own basement, listening to the recording left by his father.

It was at this moment when he was stunned that Kaito Kid lightly pinched the brim of his hat and performed a standard gentleman's salute.

Several transparent fishing lines suddenly tightened, tightly binding Kuroba Kaito. He struggled in panic, but no matter whether he breathed fire or cut with playing cards, he could not damage the seemingly fragile fishing lines at all.

"Who are you, this guy?"

Seeing that struggling was futile, and coupled with the shock brought about by all the previous events, Kuroba Kaito was a little impulsive and blurted out without caring at all how much this sentence revealed.

“Always keep a poker face.”

Kaito Kid turned his wrist, and in the blink of an eye, a small trump card with a black clown on it appeared between his fingers. He looked a little disappointed and shook his head: "Being too immature will lead to disadvantages in unexpected places."

Looking at this appearance, an image with a clear sense of déjà vu in every move, it was hard for Kuroba Kaito to remain calm and wanted to say something.

But there was a bang, and a cloud of smoke burst out of thin air where Kaito Kidd had stood before.

After a while, the smoke dissipated and the figure of Kaito Kidd was no longer visible.

"hateful."

Kuroba Kaito cursed with gritted teeth. He had too many questions and guesses in his mind, but he no longer had the chance to test them.

He had no choice but to examine the magic props he had with him and try to find a way to escape from this damn fishing line.

Two hours later, Terai Huangzhisuke, who had returned from visiting an old friend, looked at his young master who was tied up and fell into deep thought.

"So, you made this trip to Jianggutian just to show off in front of Kuroba Kaito?"

The fortune teller An He was a little hesitant and gave a brief summary of the thief An He's performance.

"Look! Look! This is Sequence 9's superficial thinking."

The thief An He shook his head and sighed, as if he had really heard something extremely stupid.

"What the hell?"

Watching the two people wrestling with each other again in the blink of an eye, spectator An He blew on the teacup in front of him, and ripples appeared on the surface of the reddish-brown liquid.

"What kind of wine is this?" After teaching the thief An He a lesson, the fortune teller An He got up and became curious about the teacup in front of the audience An He.

"Oolong tea."

The fortune teller An He didn't believe it. He materialized a lighter and lit it carefully.

Then he looked at the blazing flames on the teacup and was a little speechless: "You call this oolong tea?"

"Oolong tea." Audience member An He raised his teacup, took a big sip from the burning flame, and then burped.

A strong smell of alcohol came out.

"You are invincible."

The fortune teller An He was deeply impressed.

"So have you figured out when Kaito Kidd's next move will be?"

The audience member An He put down the empty teacup with satisfaction, turned around and asked the thief An He who was simply lying on the ground and not getting up.

The thief An He smiled and gave a thumbs up.

"Look, this is what a smart person is! On the contrary..."

The fortune teller An He raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that he was about to take action again, the thief An He quickly changed the subject: "How could I make a special trip just for such a boring excuse? I mainly want to know the details of Kuroba Kaito's next move so that I can prepare in advance. After all, I am only a Sequence 8 now, and I can't rely entirely on on-the-spot reactions."

"You could just let me do your divination. Why bother going over here and putting on this show?"

The fortune teller An He was a little confused.

Then I saw the thief Anhe's contemptuous eyes and two words full of profound meaning.

"hehe."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

However, as he is a Sequence 9, he cannot predict the details.

When he reaches Sequence 8, he will make these two guys pay for their recklessness!

The fortune teller An He secretly made such an ambition.

But before that, let's collect some interest first.

He walked towards the thief An He who was lying on the ground with a grim smile.

Today, the island of the soul is also peaceful.

Audience member An He sighed like this, took another big gulp of oolong tea, then ignored the screams of pain that he couldn't tell who was coming from beside him, and floated to the surface of his consciousness.

Pulling open the bedroom curtains, An He looked at the falling snow outside the window, feeling a little uncomfortable.

As a southerner in his previous life, he had rarely seen snow.

The snow was actually not heavy, with only a thin layer accumulating on the ground. It looked more like ice than a snow pile, and passers-by walked very carefully when passing by, for fear of slipping and getting hurt.

He checked his phone and saw that today was Saturday, the first weekend that Miyano Shiho had promised to teach him how to use a gun.

An He was looking forward to it. Even when he was in Backlund, he had never touched a gun because of poverty and the short time he had been there.

As a Chinese living under a gun-ban policy, An He is quite curious about guns.

So after a quick wash, he went to the house opposite and rang the doorbell of Miyano Shiho's house.

After pressing the button for half a minute, there was finally movement inside.

There was a murderous iceberg frozen on that delicate and fair mixed-race face, and the soft brown hair was now blown up into a ball, like a fluffy ragdoll cat. But when one looked at the pair of lake blue eyes that contained murderous intent, anyone would understand that Miyao Shiho was in a bad mood at the moment.

However, it is obvious that this "who" does not include An He.

"Good morning, Mr. Miyano."

"Do you know what time it is now?" The girl's voice was so cold that it seemed to come from the Nine Bends Spring.

"7 o'clock in the morning." An He answered sincerely.

"Then you must not know that I worked overtime until 1:30 in the morning yesterday because of the progress in the experiment?"

Miyano Shiho looked at him with a wry smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, only the urge to throw away the culprit who disturbed her sweet dreams.

(End of this chapter)