Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 116: Stitched Monster

【Morretti is a guy with bad luck. 】

[At the best age of his life, Moretti suffered a serious illness, which caused him to fail the extremely important exam in his life. He had no choice but to enter a poor university and live a muddled life.]

[Perhaps it was the accumulated luck that he met the only partner in his life. With the encouragement and company of his girlfriend, he worked hard to learn the violin and achieved considerable success. Many bars near the school invited him and his girlfriend to perform. He accompanied her and she sang.]

"Wait, what time did you set this background?" Miyano Shiho was writing furiously when An He suddenly came over and asked.

"What happened in the late 18th and early 19th centuries?"

"Well, this is very Conan Doyle." An He had no objection and signaled that she could continue.

Unfortunately, in the best and worst of times, the ups and downs of life often only require a simple turn to go in the opposite direction of the original path.

[Moretti's girlfriend was performing in a bar and unfortunately became addicted to drugs because she accepted a glass of wine ordered by a customer backstage. After investigation and verification, Moretti found that it was a conspiracy by the bar owner in order to tie them to his bar and bring him profits.]

“Wouldn’t it be hard to publish something like this?”

"Anyway, we just write for fun and don't expect it to be a bestseller." Miyano Shiho is very open-minded, "Besides, the famous detective character Sherlock Holmes also has a drug addiction."

"Ok."

[The days that followed were not as good as the tavern owner had imagined. Perhaps it was because of the drug addiction that caused the performance to decline, or perhaps it was because of Moretti's despair about the current state of life. Their performances were no longer as hopeful and energetic as before, and the tavern's business became increasingly bleak.]

[The pub owner also has his own pressures. In fact, he himself is a senior drug addict, and behind him is Moriarty, a big dealer of addictive drugs.]

“Will this be an infringement?”

"Why not just not sell it?"

[Under the multiple pressures of drug addiction and economy, the tavern owner finally made up his mind to do something big. He gathered Moretti and his girlfriend and forced them to rob the Royal Bank with him, otherwise he would stop supplying addictive drugs, making Moretti's girlfriend suffer from drug addiction. ]

【Morretti agreed.】

[The plan went smoothly. Perhaps because they had been at ease for too long, or perhaps because they did not expect someone to be so bold, the Royal Bank's guards failed to react in time, allowing Moretti and his men to succeed easily.]

【But it’s not over yet.】

[After getting the money, the pub owner did not resume the supply of drugs to his girlfriend as promised. Instead, he closed the pub which was not doing well in business and took the huge sums of money to squander overseas.]

[Moretti and his girlfriend lost their place to perform and earn money, and also lost their way to supply drugs.]

[Not long after, my girlfriend hanged herself due to drug addiction.]

[On the night she committed suicide, Moretti found the city's biggest drug dealer, Moriarty.]

[With hatred for Moriarty and the tavern owner, Moretti endured the humiliation and changed his name to join Moriarty's drug trafficking group. A few years later, he climbed to a position second only to Moriarty and became the second in command of the drug trafficking group.]

[It was also in this year that he finally found the former tavern owner through the intricate trading network and the intelligence network he had set up over the years.]

[The murderous intent that had been suppressed for many years finally showed signs of blossoming and bearing fruit. 】

"Does the motive need to be perfected to this extent?" Anhe handed a fish bone to Miyano Shiho's mouth, "This is almost an independent little story."

"The more complete the story behind the character, the more three-dimensional the character will be." Miyano Shiho chewed on the fish bone, a little vague, "At least as the underlying logic of the 'murderer', this is very reasonable."

"And none of this will be written in the story itself. It will only be briefly stated by the 'detective' as a motive after the truth is revealed."

"Now that the motive is in place, it's time for 'Mr. Moretti' to officially board the train of revenge." Anhe took out a napkin and wiped his hands slowly. "I'll leave this to you." Miyano Shiho was very calm, "I really don't have any talent for designing tricks."

"of course."

An He laughed: "I have practiced in seclusion for a period of time."

As he spoke in a low and gentle voice, lines of beautiful words came out from Miyano Shiho's pen.

[The train started moving with a soul-stirring steam whistle, and the story begins.]

[In this era, people have not yet become accustomed to this great power from nature. When the rails and wheels collide in the dark tunnel, the passengers hide in the carriages and tremble with fear for every vibration.]

[What touched everyone's heart was the sound of the gunshot, and the belated unique smell of gunpowder and sulfur. ]

"It seems we have entered the Seikan Tunnel."

In the royal suite of the Mori family, Mori Ran opened the curtains and looked at the darkness outside the window.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Kogoro Mouri blinked away tears of sleepiness, yawned, and looked at his watch.

"It's almost 4 a.m.."

Conan sat on the bed with his legs bent, his fingers crossed on his knees, his face solemn.

He was still thinking about the words he had heard from the group of people in the dining car before. For some reason, he always felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had heard it a long time ago.

But I still can't recall where this impression came from.

Damn you stupid brain, hurry up and move it! !

boom! !

A dull and distant voice sounded from a distance.

"What's that sound?" Kogoro Mouri stood up in confusion.

Conan's attention was also drawn to him, and he followed the uncle.

[As the uncrowned dark emperor of this city, Moriarty has long been accustomed to activities at night. Even in the middle of the night, he is still energetic and smoking alone in the chess and card compartment of this car. ]

【Click.】

[Behind him was the clear, familiar sound of loading a gun.]

[After three gunshots, the black shadow looked at the lifeless body in front of him and gently touched his eye sockets.]

"It was definitely a gunshot!"

As they got closer to the chess and card room, Conan's face became serious, but Kogoro Mouri behind him didn't care.

"Who would dare to bring a gun to this car? There are detectives from the Hokkaido Police Department on this car."

"Besides, you didn't see it with your own eyes. Maybe it was just the sound of a lighter?"

Just at this moment, the door of the carriage in front of the two men was suddenly opened roughly, and a dark shadow rushed out from inside, directly knocking the two men away.

(End of this chapter)