Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 53 Scarlet Witch
"Then let's get back to the topic. The Mist Man does not belong to this era."

The drink was quickly prepared, and Koizumi Hongzi elegantly held the cup and took a sip.

"What is your purpose in coming here today?"

"It's just a spur of the moment." An He also picked up the cup. It still smelled very mellow.

He tasted it hesitantly, then calmly put down the coffee and said honestly, "It's hard not to be curious when you know the existence of the witch in advance."

"For you, witches are also something worthy of curiosity?" Koizumi Hongzi nodded slightly.

An He looked at her in astonishment. Just in that instant, her originally crimson hair suddenly turned into a calm dark blue, which caught him off guard.

What is the principle?
An He felt strange, but out of decency he did not ask any abrupt questions. Instead, he answered along with her words: "If I must say, in my understanding of this world, you are a target worthy of curiosity."

"Okay, I just hope your curiosity isn't too malicious. I don't want to be targeted by someone like you." Regardless of whether she is a high school girl or a witch, Koizumi Akako's language cannot be described as "mature."

Simply put, my emotional intelligence is a bit low.

"Someone like me?"

An He caught the profound meaning of her words.

"Except for the content related to me, I can hardly predict your future. I can only come to the vague conclusion that 'you are not a fatal threat to me'. If it were a few centuries ago, any witch would try her best to stay away from you."

"Then why did you take the initiative to contact me?"

"I have to remind you that I'm talking about the past." Koizumi Hongzi rolled her eyes. "Now it's modern society, a modern society with extremely advanced transportation and information. How far can I hide?"

"Besides, you've already found my school, it's too late for me to run away, so I might as well see what kind of person you are first." There was a hint of giving in.

An He nodded, then changed the subject and asked a question that he was very concerned about.

"I can't seem to read your thoughts. Did you use any advanced magic?"

"Ah, the kind that can only be used once in a lifetime." Koizumi Hongzi covered her slightly barren chest, her face full of heartache, "Unless I die, no one can peek into the heart of the witch."

An He was slightly surprised. Is the magic level in this world so high?

Seeing his expression, Koizumi Hongzi knew that he was wrong.

"What I mean is, if I encounter an unbearable pressure, this magic will turn around and kill me, so can you please not think about forcing it to break through? I still want to live a few more years."

"Hehe." An He licked her lips and awkwardly took back the seed of psychological suggestion that was trying to be put on her.

"Actually, after seeing you today, I feel a little relieved." Koizumi Hongzi didn't dwell on it, but kindly moved on from the incident.

"In the prophecy given to Kuroba Kaito before, I saw that he was bound by the reflection under the hazy mirror. I thought the man of the mist would be a vicious type, but I didn't expect that he was at least a human who could communicate normally."

Without waiting for Anhe to react, Koizumi Hongzi leaned forward slightly, as if trying to create a sense of oppression, but she failed because of her petite body.

"I want to ask you, Man of the Mist."

"Do you recognize your human identity?"

Without much hesitation, An He answered calmly: "Of course."

"That's good." Koizumi Hongzi shrank back, relaxed again, picked up the cup and took a sip.

Then she put the cup down.

"This way I don't have to worry about the world suddenly being destroyed one day."

Reaching out her hand to call the waiter, Koizumi Hongzi took out a small silver bag from under her school skirt. Anhe was unable to find out how she put the bag on her body. Obviously, this witch lady was also a rich woman. After paying for the two drinks together, she stepped back from the chair and stood up.

"It's getting late, and I have to rush to my next math class. If there's anything else, I'll contact you later."

"Also, these lines of text appeared together when I prophesied about you. I think if it were you, there should be a way to contact me through this thing."

She placed a colorful card on the table and walked out of the store.

When she turned around, An He saw that her long dark blue hair instantly changed to light purple.

So how is this revolving hair color change achieved?
After Miss Witch completely disappeared from sight, An He picked up the card on the table and looked at the gold-plated words engraved on it.

[The Scarlet Witch Who Wanders Beyond Common Sense]

[Descendant of Red Magic]

[Contracted Envoy of Hell Devil]

[The border separating sinners and demons]

【Pandora in Eternal Sleep】

An He was silent for a while.

Then he looked at the empty cup of mocha opposite him and began to doubt his life.

so.
Between Sequence 7 and the witch lady who is at least a demigod, the advantage is actually his?
After taking a "difficult" second to decide to give up the sugar-free Blue Mountain he ordered, An He put away the magical card and left the cafe.

It was still early, and he didn't plan to go back, so he walked around the neighborhood.

Passing by a gift shop, An He was attracted by a shiny little gadget.

He pushed the door open and walked in. The wind chimes above the eaves of the door were activated, making crisp sounds.

There was no warm reception. The aproned owner just looked up at him and bent down to continue sorting his pile of goods.

"Just take a look yourself. There are prices at the bottom."

An He walked towards the thing he had set his eyes on without deviation.

It was a pendant with a white cross hanging from a gray silk thread. He touched it and it felt like a piece of wood plated with silver.

"Amen."

With his eyes slightly closed, An He held it in his palm and murmured softly.

A long-lost sense of security filled his heart.

He loosened his grip, took it off the shelf, and walked over to the counter.

"Sir, are you a Catholic?" The shopkeeper put down his work, walked behind the counter, and skillfully took out a gift box. "Do you need additional packaging?"

"No need." An He shook his head. "I understand, but I'm not particularly devout in terms of faith."

"Oh, I don't know much about this. I just want to remind you that this cross is upside down, which may not be in line with your doctrine." The owner smiled humorously, "Then there will be no packaging fee. Thank you for 1200 yen."

"It's okay, this is called the Cross of Saint Peter, it's relatively upright." An He explained gently, took out his card to pay the bill, and asked the owner to change some change for him as a backup.

"And I just think it looks good, it's all the same anyway."

(End of this chapter)