Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 93 Another Witch

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

On the island of the mind, the audience An He sighed regretfully, and the white clothes on his body turned into a wisp of gray mist and returned to the embrace of the foggy sea.

The fortune teller An He’s head penetrated the wall of the “clinic”: “Is it done? Then I will put away the illusion.”

The "clinic" slowly turned into an illusory projection and dissipated into the void.

"What are you researching behind my back?"

The thief An He may have finally been unable to endure the "meditation" in the foggy sea all day, and he looked over curiously.

"I tried to verify a hypothesis," said audience member An He. "Unfortunately, it seems to have failed."

"Even with my psychological suggestion seeds as a medium to deepen the connection, I still can't pull Conan's spirit up. I can only barely pass on the blurry picture."

"And once his will is focused, this shallow connection will be forced to break."

The fortune teller An He proposed an idea: "Could it be that your sequence is too low and your spiritual power is insufficient?"

"Different."

The audience shook their heads.

"I used the fog itself to establish a connection with Conan. It has nothing to do with the strength of spiritual power. This fog seems to unconsciously resist all foreign spiritual entities and has no reaction to unconscious material entities."

"Then at least we don't have to worry about this being Sefirah Castle." The thief Anhe said happily, "After all, although Sefirah Castle will refuse guests, we can still bring people in if Klein insists on allowing it."

"You say"

The fortune teller An He suddenly spoke in a strange tone, causing the audience and thieves to look at him.

"Others cannot reach this mental island, but we can sink to it at will and even use our extraordinary abilities without any delay."

"Does this mean that reality cannot affect us, but we can unilaterally affect reality?"

"And after all, is this still considered a 'mental island'?"

"What ideas do you have?" the thief An He asked directly.

Ever since the fortune teller came up with the "three-in-one name" operation last time, the thief An He has recognized this guy's ability to make things happen.

All I can say is that Gou Sanjia’s dual nature of recklessness and cowardice is truly the truth.

"What do you think——"

The fortune teller An He drew out a long note, seemingly considering his words, and then hesitantly asked, "If a miracle appeared in this world, would it be considered a subversion of common sense?"

He looked at the thief again, "Is a real god something new to this world?"

".You really can surprise me every once in a while." The thief An He looked at him in amazement, "Genius!"

"Two Sequence 7s and one Sequence 6, where can you get miracles and real gods?" The audience first raised a realistic question.

"Then we have to use our clever brains." The fortune teller An He said that he was only responsible for proposing the overall plan, and as for how to achieve the expected results, that was not his forte.

"There is always a way." The thief An He was very optimistic. "As the saying goes, three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Can a three-in-one Beyonder not be as good as a true God?"

"Besides, the definition of a true God in this world is much more vague than that in the mysterious world. We may not be unable to do it with our abilities."

"If it really doesn't work." He paused, glancing at the misty sea that was quietly surging not far away, "Don't we still have this thing?"

".You plan to chant the Honorable Name?" the audience asked, "But it won't work if you don't chant in a natural language like Ancient Hermetic, right?"

“It doesn’t have to be that complicated.”

The fortune teller An He patted his shoulder, as if he was entrusting him with a great task: "I think your previous appearance of pretending to be mysterious is very suitable, and you just happen to be wearing a mysterious vest. Why don't I give this important task to you?"

"Anyway, this kind of scientific research is suitable for you." The thief An He also winked at him, "I'm counting on you, Mr. A?" "."

The audience was silent.

He has given so much to this family.

"By the way." After discussing the prospects for sequence advancement, the Security Council came to the daily chat session. The fortune teller An He mentioned something he cared about.

"What do you think about the voyeuristic feeling that Mr. Miyano mentioned?"

"You know, my ability doesn't have much advantage in this area." The thief An He shrugged.

"My suggestion is to listen to what the audience says. With his control over Tokyo, there shouldn't be anything that can escape his eyes."

"When you were talking about this matter tonight, I sensed the seeds of psychological suggestion and didn't find any malicious intent near the research institute." The audience said he had no idea either.

"Unless it's an outsider who has not been sown by me, but if there are suspicious strangers around, it is impossible for Mr. Miyano not to notice the abnormality."

"What if it's not a stranger's face?" The fortune teller An He suddenly spoke, drawing their attention.

He held a coin facing up in his hand and said innocently, "I just made a random guess and then did some divination."

"It seems that a thousand-faced witch has arrived in Tokyo."

In Haido-cho, in the building opposite the apartment where Anhe lives.

Click.

The bathroom door opened, steaming mist filled the air, and the exaggerated body curves were tightly wrapped in a thin bath towel. The figure walked with round and slender legs, humming a cheerful tune, and sat in front of the dressing mirror.

The mirror reflected a European and American face with prominent features, long light golden curly hair draped wetly over the shoulders. She had just walked out of a hot bath, and her skin was as smooth as a baby's and slightly rosy.

She picked up a few different skin care products and used them slowly in front of the mirror.

Next to her hand was a black monitoring device, working diligently.

"Well, cheers to a better future!"

“I hope everyone can always be happy and safe!”

".Then I wish that future research will yield promising results."

"cheers!!"

The cheerful humming gradually died down.

The hand that was selecting skin care products paused in mid-air, then slowly retracted.

Vermouth raised her head and slowly approached the dressing mirror in front of her. Her breath hit the mirror, covering it with a layer of light mist, which quickly dissipated, appearing and disappearing regularly with her breathing.

She narrowed her eyes and gently stroked her fingertips across the young and beautiful face.

No matter who sees this face, there is no doubt that this is a stunning beauty in the prime of her youth.

wow-

There was a sharp sound of lenses shattering.

A pair of green eyes filled with deep hatred were reflected in the sharp fragments of the mirror.

“It looks like you’re doing well.”

"But I am suffering under the torture of time——"

"Shirley."

(End of this chapter)