Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 118 Spiritual Unity
"Hurry up and ask them to stop the car and contact the nearby police station to send someone to search!"

Kogoro Mouri walked out of the room with a gloomy face and said to the two flight attendants.

After he revealed his identity as Kogoro Mori, the two of them quickly took action and did as he instructed.

After a while, the train slowly stopped.

"Hmm?" Maori Kogoro realized something was wrong. "Where's that brat?"

Conan, who had been following him, disappeared at some point.

[In order to solve the murderer's mysterious disappearance, Klein decided to postpone the search of the room with the broken window for the time being, even though all signs pointed out that it was suspicious.]

[He chose to walk towards the rooms above the stairs.]

[However, at a corner that he had not noticed, a dark shadow was silently waiting there.]

【Just wait until he gets close enough. 】

"Didn't Mr. Moretti have a gun?" Miyano Shiho wondered, "And how did he manage to break the glass in the room when he was outside?"

"Using a gun would expose one's position, thus rendering the carefully planned conspiracy ineffective." An He explained, "Also, Mr. Moretti was a kind-hearted young man at the beginning. It was only the two scumbags, the tavern owner and Moriarty, that awakened his murderous intent. It made sense that he had no intention of killing the innocent Detective Klein."

"As for the trick," he blinked and spun the pen around between his fingers, "I'll wait until the end of the story to reveal it."

[A pair of large hands grabbed Klein's neck from behind, so that he couldn't make any sound and couldn't call for help.]

[He tried hard to turn his head, but he couldn't escape the shackles of these hands.]

【Klein could only use a weak voice to try to negotiate with the murderer.】

['It's you']

['Mr. Moretti']

[This is the only answer that can explain why the murderer hid on the second floor. Mr. Moretti was the only resident on the second floor. He only needed to hide in his room and throw the disguise out of the window to restore his original appearance and stay in the room to calmly accept the police's questioning.]

[But the owner of these hands had no intention of communicating with him, and just kept tightening his grip, hoping that he would faint quickly.]

[His consciousness gradually blurred. Just before he fainted, Klein, a devout Catholic, subconsciously chanted the name of the Lord in his heart.]

".Are you going to add theological elements to a suspenseful mystery novel?" Miyano Shiho complained, "This is a big taboo."

"It's just to fit the character."

An He smiled.

"After all, there is no 'God' in this world."

The ultimate feeling of suffocation.

Pain.

despair.

It felt like the blood vessels in my temples were about to burst.

Conan was held in the arms of the disguised man, his arms tightly around his neck, making him unable to move.

The football skills that he was so proud of were of no use at this moment, and the foot-strengthening shoes and anesthetic needles were of no use because of his restricted movements.

The stagnant brain at this moment has only one thought deep in the soul -

Live!
I can't die!

Xiaolan is still waiting for me!
God, or anything else, even a god that goes against materialism, as long as he can lend a helping hand
His consciousness gradually faded.

All that remains is the biological instinct for survival.

Conan couldn't make a sound.

There is no room for hesitation.

But at this moment, an obscure language floated in his ears.

He followed along subconsciously.

Using the vibrations that came from the soul itself, the most fundamental resonance of the spiritual body - he recited the name.

"The first awakener."

The world began to fall into silence; the sound of heartbeats, breathing, wind, tinnitus, the friction between trains and rails, everything disappeared.

"The Supreme Truth of Chaos and Disorder"

Time stopped flowing.

".It is not a destiny of this era."

Grayish-white mist surged in from all directions, as if in an instant, everything disappeared in it, and the sky and earth were filled with cheerful and surging mist.

Conan suddenly woke up and found that everything around him had disappeared, the train, the murderer, the wind and snow. All that was left was a vast chaos.

He slowly raised his head and saw the dark sky. Countless stars were flickering in time with his breathing.

The round and dazzling "aperture" was located in the center of the stars, so golden and pure that he couldn't tell whether it was the moon or the sun.

Until the "aperture" began to gradually grow larger and expand, eventually occupying almost the entire night sky, illuminating the dark night with incomparable brightness, leaving only a baby-like clear golden light.

He suddenly understood what it was.

It was a smiling eye.

He had seen those eyes more than once in his empty dreams, eyes that were enough to sting his soul.

"Bad news."

The gentle tone of Mr. A's voice rang in my ears, as distant as a gust of wind, yet extremely clear.

"There is no real existence called 'God' in this world."

Then, Conan heard another chuckle.

"But there is good news."

The gray mist suddenly softened and began to "make up for" his chaotic mind.

“Because I am not God.”

The mist gradually dissipated, and the golden eyes that were enough to cover the entire sky gradually dimmed. Conan's thoughts, which had been stagnant for a long time, seemed to be unblocked by the meridians, and his thinking began to flow smoothly.

This was not a return to his former speed, but it was far beyond his previous thinking speed.

If it took him an hour to deduce the murderer before, with his current thinking and reaction ability, it only takes him twenty minutes to process the same level of information.

Conan silently felt the changes in himself, then took a deep breath.

The senses of the mind are not the greatest gain.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the familiar train floor and the distance that was already much higher, and his heart was extremely shocked.

Like the lingering sound of an echo, Mr. A's gentle voice rang in my ears.

“When the spirit is unified, the original will be revealed.”

"Edogawa Conan and Kudo Shinichi are one and the same, so there is no need to separate them."

"If you want to change in the future, just chant my name."

Time started to flow again, and there was a flurry of movement behind me.

Conan felt the abundant physical strength contained in his young body, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose as he looked at Mr. Kagetsu Rinori who was panicking behind him.

'.Follow your will.'

He first responded silently in his heart, then slowly looked at the murderer whose worldview was completely shattered.

"Now, we can talk."

"About your murder of Mr. Izumo Keitaro and former bank robber Mr. Asama Yasuji."

(End of this chapter)