Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 100 The First Awakener

"Not too optimistic."

The fortune teller An He shook his head and said, "In terms of quality, Masuyama Kenzo is just an ordinary person, but in terms of quantity..."

To take the path of quality, apart from the audience and thieves who are also extraordinary people, the only one left is Koizumi Hongzi.

But to overturn these people's common sense is not as simple as racking your brains.

Therefore, the fortune teller An He still prefers to go for quantity and expand the scope to include more ordinary people.

Perhaps we should return to the previous "miracle" plan.

"You should be able to get promoted once you deal with Conan's dual personality, right? After all, the ritual requirements are clear and only one person is needed." He asked the audience.

"Yeah." The audience member An He put down his glass, "It's just right that you can cooperate with me with the illusion later. I will give Conan another dream tonight to advance the treatment progress."

"Wait, let me do it!" The thief An He suddenly jumped out and raised his hand high, "My CD is ready, I can steal the fortune teller's illusion."

"You are finally a little more normal." The fortune teller An He finally felt relieved. He was a little scared by the guy's appearance before. "That's a good opportunity to find a job for the thief. I think he is going crazy from being bored in the foggy sea these days."

"As for me, I will devote myself to the cause of understanding civilization and the stars."

He spoke righteously, as if he was reading out some supreme decree.

"You finally realized that you should enrich yourself with knowledge?" The thief An He cried out and patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

"The audience hides behind and watches others every day, which can be considered knowledgeable to a certain extent. I often gain knowledge from books and potions. In this way, you, the Fool, are the shortcoming that lowers our cultural level."

The fortune teller ignored him. With a thought, the sea of fog began to surge and a host computer appeared on the island of mind.

Then he sat down in front of the computer with great interest.

"."The thief leaned over to take a look and then remained speechless.

"It's this 'civilization' and 'stars'. You are really invincible."

The fortune teller An He turned a deaf ear and just kept pointing to "next round".

Conan once again returned to the dream that made his mind unconsciously stagnant.

Almost at the moment the dream began, the memories that had been lost last time flooded into his mind like a tide, making him recall what he had seen and heard before.

Those golden eyes that shine like the sun.

He felt depressed when he realized that he had hardly any memory left after waking up.

As he did last time, he observed the "clinic".

There were still four closed white walls, no windows or doors, and no extra decorations. There was only a chair in the middle of the room and the desk. No, it seemed like there was something extra.

It was a sculpture made of unknown material. At first glance, Conan thought it was carved with the theme of "volcano after eruption", but after observing it carefully, he became unsure.

Having seen so many corpses, the detective's intuition gave him a clue and he vaguely felt that it was a "person".

A "person" who kneels down and begs for mercy, struggling in pain, and prays for forgiveness.

He suddenly remembered an oil painting he had seen in an art gallery, called "Divine Punishment".

The picture shows a knight piercing the devil with a sharp sword in his hand and killing it in the name of judgment.

The religious mystery that this sculpture brought to him was far stronger than that of the oil painting.

There was an illusory sound of the tide in my ears, which seemed clearer and more obvious than last time.

"Where is this?"

Kudo Shinichi's sleepy voice sounded in his mind, and Conan suddenly felt a little dazed.

? He traced his memory, and there was no voice of Kudo Shinichi in his dream last time?

And after all, is it true that a person with split personality disorder can have two personalities together even in dreams?

"It looks like you've brought a new guest."

A gentle and easy-going voice sounded, and Conan immediately "discovered" the figure that was so blurry that he couldn't have a clear understanding of it.

"Who is this? Why does he give me such a weird feeling?"

This time it was not Conan but Kudo Shinichi who was asking the questions.

However, the question that sounded in Conan's mind seemed to be really heard. The blurry figure smiled faintly: "Although for some reason, your cognition cannot be brought back to reality, but at least here, it should be preserved."

"Wait, this guy can hear me?" Kudo Shinichi was shocked. "Aren't we communicating in our hearts?"

"If you need a better reason, then."

"'Everything that is said must be known'."

The figure calmly said something that made Conan ponder for a long time.

Whatever is said must be known.
Conan considered his words and said, "The last time I came here in my dream, I heard you say that you were 'Mr. A'?"

"For your safety, I need to address you with more caution."

The blurry figure who called himself Mr. A walked around the sculpture, went behind the desk, and sat down leisurely.

Dazzling golden eyes fell on him.

Conan still remembered the price he paid for looking directly into those eyes last time, so this time he wisely chose not to look.

"It was you who led Miss Pu Siqinglan and Miss Nishikawa Mutsumi to their doom?"

Unlike the last time, this time his thought process flowed much more normally, so he remembered that he had heard the title "Mr. A" from the two people before, and asked in a somewhat aggressive tone.

"No one is led to destruction by me."

Mr. A spoke in a gentle voice.

"Before they died, they called out your name."

"That's what I call a 'safety issue.'"

"What do you mean?"

"I watch a lot of people, and most of them don't realize it, but there are always one or two lucky ones who are quick to notice it."

Conan frowned tightly and listened in silence.

"The sky is blue, the night is dark, the sun and stars are distant or near stars, and the moon is a satellite orbiting the earth. What will happen if one day you look up and see an eye instead of the familiar sky with stars?"

Mr. A, in a tone of regret and sorrow, slowly described a scene that Conan could hardly imagine.

“Madness is a disease that comes without warning but is difficult to avoid. You are lucky that you don’t have to be a poor wretch who has to fight against madness and danger all the time.”

"You mean to say that you are the eye, and they discovered you, so they went crazy?" Conan concluded.

"That makes sense."

"According to your logic, I've looked you in the face, so I should be crazy too, but I'm not."

"No?" Mr. A chuckled.

This laughter made Conan feel awkward, and he suddenly realized that the Kudo Shinichi in his mind had been quiet for a long time.

(End of this chapter)