Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 51: It's not easy to be a model worker in a winery
Looking at the burnt cigarette butt, Gin casually put it out, took out a small iron box from his pocket, threw the cigarette butt into it and put it away.

"How many tasks are left for this month?"

"There are still 13 files that have not been opened. Some of them feel quite thick, boss." Vodka obediently took out several stacks of file bags from the car.

"Find a few people who are not involved in intelligence but only in money. What about Cohen and Chianti?"

"Cohen was temporarily sent to Hokkaido by Rum. As for Chianti..." Vodka hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice.

"She was hit by a car the day before yesterday and is probably still recovering from her injuries."

"Tsk."

Gin snorted in annoyance, rubbed his temple with his hand, and found a code name that he had no impression of from the corner of his memory.

"There's a guy called Tequila, right? Give him something to do."

Vodka nodded and pulled out a few less thick files from the stack of file bags.

He always felt that his luck had been inexplicably going downhill since a certain unknown point in time. Gin touched the Beretta in his pocket through his windbreaker and found a somewhat unreal sense of security.

Besides, that difficult woman will come to Japan soon. Let her fight with Shirley slowly.

Gin cleared his mind and decided to immerse himself in endless tasks for the next period of time to stay away from the countless disputes.

"Let's go." Gin opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat and said to Vodka.

The engine quickly started and the Porsche disappeared into the shadow of the building.

On the street light, the starling looked in the direction it was heading for a long time.

Then it flapped its wings and flew into the dim sky again.

Island of the mind.

"What bad things have you done again? Why are you back so late?" As soon as the audience An He condensed his body, he was confronted with the questioning of the fortune teller An He.

"I enjoyed the thrill of flying."

This answer sounds perfunctory.

The fortune teller An He held the wine rack in the middle of the island with one hand, and acted as if he was holding the emperor hostage to control the princes: "Tell the truth!"

"Don't forget your settings and don't lie!" he said angrily.

"You pushed him to the ground and he started talking." The thief An He instigated with ill intentions.

"Don't add fuel to the fire here." Audience member An He threw an empty cup at him, and then dissuaded the fortune teller: "The Island of the Soul is the home ground of audience member Pathway. He just wants to see you get killed."

"Then tell me where you have been first." The fortune teller Anhe looked at him eagerly.

"I looked for the locations of some of the main characters, such as Gin and his friends." Audience member An He sighed, "You really should have more trust in me."

"After you included me in your ascension ceremony, there is no trust between us anymore, evil audience!"

The thief An He was more perceptive and grasped the key point: "Are you planning to use Gin to complete the promotion ceremony to psychiatrist?"

"It depends on the situation. A tough guy like Gin might not be easily led to develop psychological problems."

"Isn't he quite suspicious?" The fortune teller An He asked doubtfully, "If you give him the 'Frenzy' spell, maybe it will worsen into paranoia?"

"Then the question is, how can I solve his persecution complex?" Audience An He didn't think he could stay with Gin for too long in silence.

"That's true." The fortune teller also realized the difficulty and felt a little gloating.

But it can't be a difficult ceremony for just him.

"By the way, when are you going to get rid of those bugs in the apartment?" The thief An He had long been dissatisfied with this. He didn't dare to do anything in the apartment now. He was very uncomfortable with being tied up all the time. "And Line's location sharing, don't think I don't know. You, the fortune teller, found out several times that it was not turned off, but you just didn't care."

"Shh," the fortune teller raised his index finger mysteriously, "I did it on purpose. This is part of the plan."

"Prepare in advance for the role of the Faceless Man, right?"

"How did you know?!"

The fortune teller An He was extremely shocked.

"Do you think we are all stupid? We can't see such an obvious identity anchor." The thief An He gave him a straight middle finger.

"What the hell?"

Audience member An He was speechless as he watched the two men start fighting again while talking, and he was pushed aside by them again.

Then he quietly regained consciousness.

In fact, what thieves are worried about is no longer a problem.

As early as when he successfully advanced to Sequence 7 and gained the ability to enter the collective subconscious ocean, he found the members of the organization responsible for supervising his family's surveillance equipment nearby and left hidden seeds of psychological suggestion in their mental islands.

His ability is not enough to directly replace humans at the consciousness level, but it is still very easy for a psychiatrist to just let them ignore some noises and write a few "no abnormalities" reports.

The bugs in the apartment have long become little more than decorations.

He calmed down and sensed it. The seeds of psychological suggestion left in Vodka transmitted back several thoughts from Vodka.

He had already picked out the tasks that would be given to Tequila.

An He noticed that one of them was related to the manufacturer of the Pokémon game that the fortune teller and the thief had played a few days ago.

The mission is to conduct a transaction with an internal employee of Mantangtang at the new game launch conference of Mantangtang, in order to obtain a certain program.

Vodka didn't know what the procedure was, and it was not specified in the file. He only required that the wine be successfully obtained and delivered to a bar called "Cocktail" on the top floor of the Rice Flower Building and handed over to the male bartender at the bar who was wearing glasses and had a ring on his right middle finger.

After passing the message he got from the psychological suggestion to the two people on the island of mind, An He came back to his senses and no longer paid attention to the seed on Vodka's body.

"Get out! Get out!"

A sharp cry came from the living room. An He walked out of the room and saw Xiao Ai standing up on the back of the sofa, stretching his body and waving his claws to reach Amon's cage.

Amon was the name he gave to the starling.

The cage shook all over as Xiao Ai slapped it. Amon jumped up and down restlessly, cursing.

Ever since An He flew with its body until he was exhausted yesterday and came back, Amon has learned a few human words without any instruction, such as the word "get out" just now.

For example, the following sentence.

"Help! Help!"

An He stepped forward, grabbed Xiao Ai by the scruff of the neck and pulled it down, saving Amon from the dire situation.

"Gah! Open the door! Open the door!"

The black ball rushed around in the cage, trying to escape from this unsafe place.

An He naturally couldn't let it go free. Now it was protected by the cage. If there was no such barrier, this stupid bird might not be able to escape Xiao Ai's clutches.

As someone who has personally driven an Ai-type machine, Anhe is very familiar with this cat's motor nerves.

Although the space in the apartment is not small, it is not enough for Amon to fly freely. If he is unlucky and is caught in a plane crash, Anhe will have to go to the pet shop again.

(End of this chapter)