Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 81: Duality

But there is a problem.

If it was because of the stimulation at that time that his brain separated out a "Kudo Shinichi" personality out of the instinct to protect itself, then why did this personality not awaken until now?

Maybe I need to learn more about psychology and psychiatry.
Conan silently made up his mind that with his learning ability, he was confident that he would be able to heal himself one day.

But before that, in order to prevent Kudo Shinichi from being too noisy, Conan has to communicate with him first. At least, he can't let him regard him as a member of the Black Organization and be hostile to him, right?

Otherwise, the constant noise in his mind might cause him to suffer from neurasthenia.

"The reason why I know so much is because I am Kudo Shinichi. After being poisoned, I was reduced to a child's body for some reason. In order to return to my original form, I changed my name to Edogawa Conan and secretly tracked down that organization."

"According to my reasoning, the stimulation at that time was too strong, so a protective personality was split out, which is you."

Kudo Shinichi was silent for a while.

Conan finally enjoyed a moment of peace.

Then he heard a response that made veins pop up on his forehead.

"Do not believe."

Kudo Shinichi said disdainfully: "What kind of medicine can turn an adult into a child? How can the extra flesh and blood disappear out of thin air? This completely violates the law of conservation of mass. Are you treating me like a child?"

"And even if you follow your logic, the protective personality that was born is you, because I am already a mature enough adult, and I can't easily accept the result of becoming smaller, so I split out a personality that is more in line with the psychology of a 'child' to bear it."

A question mark popped up above Conan’s head. No, you still want to turn Tiangang against you?
"I have all the memories from the time of Kudo Shinichi to the time of Edogawa Conan, but your memory only stops at the moment you fainted. Isn't it obvious who the secondary personality that was born is?"

He advised earnestly: "I know it's cruel to ask you to accept this fact, but we are Kudo Shinichi. As Sherlock Holmes said, 'Exclude the impossible, and whatever remains, no matter how unbelievable, must be the truth.'"

"Even if you bring up Sherlock Holmes, you can't hide the fatal error in your logic." Kudo Shinichi seemed to have caught a flaw, "Memory is not the standard for anchoring the main personality. The responsibility of the split protective personality is to protect the main personality, so it will face reality on behalf of the escaping main personality. This is why I have been in a coma until now."

"." For the first time, Conan realized how annoying Kudo Shinichi's stubbornness and self-confidence were from a relative perspective.

When both sides hold different opinions and neither has sufficient professional knowledge to reach a final conclusion, the debate is doomed to be an empty waste of time.

Fortunately, even the personality that exists in the mind seems to need rest, which makes Conan sincerely grateful for being able to have a normal sleep without having to start the countless rounds of debate.

Outside the window of the Maori Detective Agency, a black starling stood on the treetop, its gray-blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark night.

On the island of the mind, the fortune teller An He shared the audience's view through the gray mist. He was holding a bucket of popcorn in his arms and stuffing a handful into his mouth.

He asked vaguely: "Is he really split? Or is it actually you who is wearing a layer of Kudo Shinichi's skin behind you?"

This bucket of popcorn is a physical entity, sacrificed from reality at the fortune teller's repeated request.

There were many similar sacrificial products, such as the thief's gun, the audience's wine, and the fortune teller's playing cards, which were piled up in the middle of the Mind Island in a mess and had not been sorted out yet.

It is equivalent to developing it into a portable space.

"I don't have that much drama, I'm just an audience member." The audience opened a bottle of dry vermouth, swirled the glass gracefully, and seemed to be in a good mood.

After all, it is not fake wine anymore.

"This kid is actually very similar to Kuroba Kaito. He already has deep confusion and hesitation hidden in his heart. I just used psychological hints to stir up his hidden emotions, and this 'Kudo Shinichi' was born."

"After shrinking into 'Edogawa Conan', his understanding of Kudo Shinichi's identity has become blurred. If he hadn't been transformed back for a short period of time by chance not long ago, he might have split on his own without my intervention." The thief Anhe suddenly popped out a mosaic head from behind the fortune teller, scaring him so much that his popcorn scattered all over the floor.

Then he was pinned to the ground and hammered by the fortune teller.

"What kind of trick is this?" The fortune teller An He pinched his blurry face like a mosaic, somewhat puzzled.

"An evil use of psychological invisibility." The thief An He chuckled.

The fortune teller had a complicated expression, as if he had seen some incomprehensible creature.

The thief An He didn't care. He removed the mosaic on his face and climbed up, shaking his head.

"So how do you plan to resolve his split? Just give him a simple and crude 'appeasement'?" he asked the audience.

Audience member An He shook his head.

"That would be too aesthetically pleasing. I have other plans."

"Tsk, a dark audience." Fortune teller An He said with a sour look, "I still can't forget the scene when I used the mist to sense and found that the whole Tokyo was densely packed with his suggestion seeds."

The audience member An He didn't care and refilled the glass.

Amid the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the early morning, Conan welcomed another ordinary weekend.

Then I was disturbed by the mean voice in my head.

"Good morning, little brat."

Conan's face suddenly darkened.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mao Lilan's voice was heard from outside.

"It's time to get up, Conan. Didn't you promise the doctor to go camping with them?"

"I understand, Sister Xiaolan." Conan responded through the door.

"Hey, where's 'Sister' Xiaolan?"

Kudo Shinichi said in a weird voice: "That's easy to say, little brat. You seem to be used to being a kid."

Conan ignored his provocation. After a whole day of internal warfare yesterday, this little bit of attack power could not shake him at all.

"Remember to wear something thicker, it's getting colder today," Mao Lilan reminded.

"it is good--"

He got up, dressed and washed, quickly changed into a striped sweater, went downstairs, and went out with the red bean bread and milk that Xiaolan had prepared for him.

Before leaving, Xiaolan gave him a hat that she had knitted herself.

Conan walked towards Ni-chome while eating bread.

Every time the children of the Junior Detective League go camping, they first gather at the doctor's house, and then set off together in Dr. Agasa's Beetle car, which looks small and old but is actually a modified and battle-hardened car.

(End of this chapter)