Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 99 A Fate That Does Not Belong to This Era
"Why did you let Amon out?"

An He was a little worried that the two would fight again, even though things seemed peaceful now.

I don't know why, but they are more obedient in front of Miyano Shiho than in front of him. Could it be that the laboratory boss's natural suppressive power over small animals?

"We have to give it some free space. Amon is a bird after all." Miyano Shiho reached out and touched Amon's head. Amon leaned over and rubbed it flatteringly.

“And starlings have high IQs, which can easily cause depression in animals.”

"Ga!" Amon shouted loudly and nodded as if to agree with her words.

"A normal starling wouldn't call like you." An He couldn't stand this guy imitating the crow's call every day, so he complained.

"Ignore him." Miyano Shiho raised the corner of her lips, "As aspiring starlings, we must master other foreign languages ​​proficiently."

"Yep!"

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An He chose to turn around and go back to the kitchen.

Except for the yam and pork ribs soup which takes a little longer, the other dishes are the type that look troublesome but are quick to make. Most of the ingredients in the fresh food supermarket are processed in advance, which saves him the effort of preparing the dishes.

Without the tedious process of preparing food, cooking becomes a pure enjoyment.

With the intuition and body coordination of a Sequence 7 magician, controlling the heat and seasoning becomes exceptionally easy.

An He wouldn't say that he has reached the level of a top chef, but his skills are definitely far beyond the level of an everyday chef.

There is no doubt about this, the Miyano sisters have replaced evaluation with whetted appetites.

The dishes were almost all gone, and the pork rib soup had been finished by three people, so I had no energy to wash the dishes and could only sit down and digest the food for a while.

After about ten minutes, Miyano Akemi got up and cleared the table.

"If you think about it, if Awa-kun can repay you by cooking for you every day, then it wouldn't be so unacceptable to have a borer at home."

Miyano Shiho took a cat strip from the refrigerator, cut it open and fed it to Ai as a snack.

"Even with such culinary skills, am I still just a parasite in your definition?" An He was choked by her unclear judgment of her status.

"You have no source of income, and you can only cause trouble for me all day long. You also make me unhappy from time to time. What else can you be but a parasite?"

"That's a pity. I thought we had a lot of good memories between us." An He pretended to be sad and sighed.

Miyano Shiho stopped talking.

Fortunately, Miyano Akemi had finished cleaning at this time. She threw away the cat food and said to her sister, "We should go back."

"So early?" An He glanced at the clock. "It's only eight o'clock."

If nothing unexpected happens, Conan and Vermouth are still battling each other at this point and haven't even had dinner yet.

"'Nine Points of Prohibition,' our Mr. Borer."

Miyano Shiho raised her chin slightly, revealing her proud and smooth snow-white neck: "Family game time doesn't come every day."

"Okay. What are you doing arresting Ai?"

"It's mine tonight."

Miyano Shiho picked up Ai and held her in her arms, teasing her rosy and delicate nose: "I believe she is also very happy to abandon Awa-kun and throw herself into the arms of a beautiful girl."

An He held out his hand to let Amon down, poking its short beak sadly: "It looks like we are the only two left to depend on each other."

"Gahahaha!!"

Amon opened his mouth wide and laughed a funny and weird laugh, then lowered his head and pecked his hand. "Whose pets are you?"

An He was speechless.

"It seems that they all know who is the boss in this family."

Miyano Shiho smiled and then waved to Amon: "In that case, come over here too."

"Gah!"

Amon spread his wings and flew over, then landed carefully on her shoulder.

With a lot of harvest, Miyano Shiho and Miyano Akemi returned to their opposite door.

On the island of the soul.

"Welcome to the 'unofficial parliament where An Hes work together to handle various affairs', hereinafter referred to as the 'Security Council'." The thief An He stood on the flesh and blood sculpture, holding a microphone and spoke solemnly.

"Let us thank the Masuyama Group for being the exclusive title sponsor of this year's Security Council. Next, we would like to invite Mr. Kenzo Masuyama, the group's president, to give us the opening speech!"

He handed the microphone downwards, then pretended to listen attentively, nodding occasionally.

"Very good, let's give a round of applause to President Masuyama for his wonderful speech!"

"Is he sick?" As soon as the fortune teller An He gathered his body, he saw the thief doing something here. He was speechless and asked the audience who was trying to mix new wine nearby.

"It seems that he was secluded in the foggy sea for too long, so he was a little too excited." Spectator An He picked up a cup of suspicious dark green liquid and tasted it, then frowned, shook his head and started to mix it again.

"Don't worry about him, he'll be fine after a while when he gets tired of dancing."

"Ha! Misty Sea, Star Sand, and the Island of the Soul are my home! Always suffering from insomnia? Choose the Misty Sea! It will bring you a sweet sleep like a baby!"

The fortune teller An He was silent for a moment, choosing to turn a blind eye and pretend that this guy didn't exist.

"How is it, have you figured out anything?"

He was referring to the flesh and blood sculpture that had been sacrificed earlier.

"The spirit inside has collapsed, but it still has the characteristics of being 'alive'. However, it did not cause any resistance from the Mind Island, and the sacrifice process went smoothly."

When it comes to business, the audience is always reliable.

"After sensing it through both spiritual and mist channels, I discovered that perhaps because of some 'contamination' left after chanting the Honorable Name, this thing has a strong extraordinary aura, but it's not really an extraordinary characteristic."

"Maybe we can send it to Koizumi Hongzi and ask her to study it from the magical side."

Even with the audience's research ability, they don't know where to start.

"Okay." The fortune teller An He was not that disappointed. After all, the idea of executing Masuyama Kenzo was just a sudden thought. It was unexpected that he could pronounce his name and leave behind such a weird thing.

"By the way, I wanted to ask you before, weren't you going after Vermouth? Why did you suddenly turn against Pisco?"

"My mind was clear, so I did it." The fortune teller An He glanced at him, "Don't tell me you didn't have this thought at the time."

"Yes, there is, but it is ultimately something from another world line and did not happen in this reality." Audience An He hesitated.

"It just so happens that I am also 'destined not to belong to this era'."

The fortune teller An He laughed.

"Okay, that makes sense." The audience stopped worrying. "The execution of Kenzo Masuyama should be considered to have overturned his common sense. How is your ceremony going?"

(End of this chapter)