Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 107 The Humanity of the Audience

"It's not so much my choice as it is your expectation."

Mr. A smiled gently.

“Even if I respond, not everyone has such high inspiration and can receive it tacitly.”

Conan thought about it carefully for a while, but still couldn't understand what the "inspiration" Mr. A mentioned was.

"Or maybe you are just bored here?" Mr. A pulled out the chair behind his desk and sat down slowly. Then mist emerged from his hands and gradually condensed into a thick book.

"Perhaps you can try to put aside those complicated thoughts for a while. The time people spend in dreams is very precious."

He leisurely turned the pages of the book, and Conan saw the line of cursive English on the title page.

"The Complete Sherlock Holmes"

That was the title of the book that was almost engraved deep in his heart and was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar.

"God also watches Sherlock Holmes?"

"I occasionally have this kind of interest." Mr. A turned the pages slowly and seemed to be immersed in it.

“I have high expectations for human wisdom and imagination.”

Conan's expression was heavy. He once had a simple and naive idea, that is, there were no bad people who liked Sherlock Holmes.

Now he was a little unsure how to define Mr. A.

"His tone gave me a sense of disappointment." Kudo Shinichi said in his mind, "Could he mean that Sherlock Holmes was born right under his nose?"

The previous statement of "looking at the earth" made him think of something.

"Time is not something that can be made fun of casually." Mr. A said with a smile, and it was hard to tell whether he was joking or just stating the fact in a nonchalant tone.

"So you also have a sense of awe." Conan said with a hint of sarcasm.

He still couldn't get over the demise of Pu Siqinglan and Nishikawa Mutsumi.

"Knowing how to be respectful is the best embodiment of wisdom." Mr. A did not deny it.

"I don't see you have such awe for precious life."

"I'm very sad." Mr. A said regretfully.

"Leading people to destruction is not my hobby, but watching the fruits of wisdom and labor is my interest."

"Humans are very fragile. I can't stop them from looking at the stars. In the process, there will always be a few poor children who discover me and then get infected with the disease called madness."

"Although it was just a harmless look."

Conan was silent for a while. He couldn't make a final judgment on Mr. A because he had no evidence.

The only things he had were the mumblings of the two "madmen" before they died, and his three unreasonable dreams. In his dreams, he couldn't even tell that this "Mr. A" had any ill will towards him.

He is a detective, and detectives need logic and evidence.

".I will find your flaws."

Mr. A laughed.

“Although I always play the role of an observer, I don’t seem to mind being observed.”

"If you remain as stable as before, I believe we will meet more and more often."

Endless gray mist slowly surged, and Conan realized that this meeting was about to end.

"But to prevent any accidents."

Through the thick fog, Mr. A's blazing golden eyes became even more dazzling, almost penetrating all obstacles and engraving into the depths of Conan's soul.

"Leaving you a small gift"

An indescribable feeling of distension and pain rose from his head, and a faint and extremely distorted whispering sounded in the void, almost swallowing him and the Kudo Shinichi in his mind.

But he couldn't even utter a scream.

Just when he thought he was going to drown in this weird and strange whisper, all his senses seemed to disappear in an instant and the world returned to peace.

An incomparable peace enveloped him again.

A string of unheard-of words was engraved in his heart. He didn't need to remember anything, just instinctively recalled it, and the words came to his lips. He didn't recognize the words, but he could clearly understand their meaning.

"The first awakener; the supreme truth of chaos and disorder; a destiny that does not belong to this era"

The dream was finally completely occupied by the gray-white fog.

Conan woke up from his sleep with a steady heartbeat.

The sky was already slightly bright, and the warm white sunlight was shining through the window, accompanied by the cool breeze of the early morning.

The curtains rustled, and the sweet chirping of birds heralded the new day.

It was as if everything that just happened was just his fantasy.

Conan moved his lips and teeth, and uttered a few obscure syllables in a slightly hoarse voice.

“The Original”

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the world seemed to be quiet for a moment.

His pupils trembled slightly and he pursed his lips tightly.

Is it really a fantasy?
No one answered, and my mind was silent.

Island of the mind.

The audience member An He removed the special effects made of fog, and then he showed unusual emotion, and said to the thief An He with a gloomy look: "That bug just now almost let Conan see the flaw."

If he hadn't been quick enough to arrange a set of psychological hints and force the thief to carry out emergency repairs, it would have been a lot of fun.

The mysterious "Mr. A"'s identity as an alcoholic was immediately exposed, and his image plummeted.

"Who told you to drink before projecting?" The thief An He also felt wronged. The stolen illusion was not as easy to use as the original one, and this guy manually made it difficult for him.

".Let's let the fortune teller come next time." Audience An He made a decision silently, and then looked towards the center of the island.

The figure of the fortune teller An He was like a petrified statue, sitting in front of the host computer, and he had not moved for a long time.

"Why is he still sitting there?" asked audience member An He.

The thief An He leaned over to take a look, then was speechless.

"He hasn't finished playing Civilization yet, and he's playing on a very large map. It seems like he's planning to win by domination."

"." Audience member An He also fell silent.

It seems that the fortune teller is not going to move for the time being.

"Oh, right." The thief An He pulled the audience to his pile of precious wine in the corner and negotiated with him, "Can I borrow something from you?"

"Borrow what?" The audience An He became alert.

The thief An He began to glance at the real wine that the audience had previously offered as a sacrifice.

"no!"

The audience's voice suddenly rose, and they opened their arms like an old hen protecting her chicks. The indifference before was completely broken, and the abundant humanity was fully displayed at this moment.

"Don't be impatient." The thief Anhe advised kindly, "Amuro Toru is coming to visit, I have to prepare a surprise for him."

"And you must pay it back. I'll pay you double afterwards."

Audience member An He looked suspicious: "Thieves have credibility?"

"Will you lend it to me or not?" The thief An He immediately tore off his hypocritical face and threatened: "I am negotiating with you now, but you may steal it directly in a while."

The audience assessed their own mediocre skills as a Sequence 7, and then looked at the thief who was already a Sequence 6 fire thief.

".Only three bottles at most." He reluctantly gave in half a step.

"That's right." The thief walked over with a smile and started to choose.

"Only three bottles." The audience emphasized again and again.

"Don't worry, I will really pay it back."

(End of this chapter)