Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 119 Bad ending?

"You killed Asama Yasuji in advance, and then hung his body outside the car with a fishing line. In this way, you only need to wait for the right time to cut the fishing line outside the room, and his body will fall. It will then be found by the police during the search. This will mislead them into thinking that Asama Yasuji is the murderer and that he died after jumping out of the car."

"In order to complete this ruse, you deliberately let us catch up with you, fired at the door of the room to create an opportunity for you to hide on the stairs, and broke the glass from your own room, which was right above Asama Yasuji's room, to create the illusion that the murderer jumped out of the window."

"After that, you only need to throw yourself out of the window in disguise as Asama Yasuji, and you can wait for the police to come and question you, and get rid of your suspicion. Am I right?"

No, Conan should be called Kudo Shinichi now.

Kudo Shinichi expressed his reasoning in a confident tone, viciously biting the fatal flaw revealed by Kayoshi Rize.

"But you never thought that I would give up investigating that room first and come up the stairs instead!"

It was his stagnant thinking that made him so concerned about the weird sense of déjà vu in the whole case. Finally, he suddenly remembered that all this was the content of the mystery novel that his father lost many years ago.

"There's nothing I can do." Jia Yueli took off his mask and smiled bitterly.

"I had intended to use the tricks of a famous novelist to evade the police, but I didn't expect it to backfire."

He began to tell his past story and revealed his motives for wanting to kill the two men.

Through his narration, Kudo Shinichi also learned about the tragedy that happened to him and his girlfriend, and found out about Izumo Keitaro's secret sale of addictive drugs.

"I don't know why you suddenly turned from a child into an adult, but don't worry." Jia Yueli suddenly laughed, "Everyone has secrets, and I don't have the energy to pry into other people's stories."

"In fact, the reason why I wanted to avoid the police investigation was because I wanted to go to Hokkaido, go back to my hometown to see her, and then die in front of her grave."

"Now it seems that I really thought too highly of myself. The gods will not favor me with such a happy ending."

As he finished speaking, he fired a shot at the window, and a bitter cold wind rushed in.

"what are you going to do?!"

Kudo Shinichi's face changed and he was about to step forward and grab him.

But it's too slow.

There is no way to save a person who has been determined to die for several years.

His life came to a standstill the moment he returned home and saw the cold body hanging high.

Until today, it finally started flowing again.

Although the countdown has arrived.

A blood-red flower bloomed on the frozen soil.

The next second, the train stopped.

That bright red flower was permanently engraved in Kudo Shinichi's heart.

"what sound?"

The puzzled voice of Kogoro Mouri was heard downstairs, attracted by the noise of Rinno Kagetsu breaking the window.

At almost the same time, Kudo Shinichi's figure suddenly shrank and turned back into Edogawa Conan.

In terms of time, the enlargement effect only lasted about ten minutes.

God?
"So you're here, kid." Kogoro Mouri came up the stairs and made dead eyes when he saw Conan.

"Don't hinder the police investigation here. I'll take you back to your room and you can stay with Xiaolan."

Kogoro Mouri carried him to the rear of the car.

“Ahahaha”

Conan smiled innocently, but his eyes behind the lenses were filled with a deep light.

[God responded to Klein's prayers, recognizing his years of faith and hard work, and mercifully sent down holy light to lead him to heaven. In the holy air, Klein turned into an angel with spread wings and broke free from Mr. Moretti's hand.]

[Even though he was favored by God, he still carried out his own justice, fully revealed his reasoning, and completely crushed Mr. Moretti's conspiracy.]

【In the end, Mr. Moretti freed himself in relief. 】

[End of the full text.] "This is definitely a bad ending, right?" Miyano Shiho squinted at him, "I'm reminding you not to add theological elements to mystery novels."

"Don't you think it's much more interesting than the orthodox mystery?" An He smiled, "The readers' 'protagonist' has fulfilled his duty."

"And how can this be considered a bad ending?"

He recounted them one by one: "Mr. Moretti succeeded in his revenge, freeing himself from his miserable life in relief and satisfaction; Crane solved the case and restored the truth to the victim. The justice he upheld was also recognized by God, and he eventually ascended to heaven and became an angel; and God also gained a devout believer."

"Everyone has a bright future."

"Well, I shouldn't have believed what you said before." Miyano Shiho finally understood the value of the 'literary skills he had cultivated'.

"At least it's quite interesting to kill time." An He picked up the leftovers on the table. "After making up such a story, it's almost time to take a break."

Miyano Shiho turned her wrist and looked at the watch. It was now half past nine in the evening.

"I'm going back."

"Good night." An He smiled and waved gently in front of the door.

".Good night."

Miyano Shiho returned to her room.

An He looked at the closed door of her room in silence for a long time.

Then he took out a pen.

Spirituality gushed out, building a spiritual wall outside the room.

"Good night, Mr. Miyano."

An He picked up the unsealed book, flipped through it casually, and put it in his arms.

".The screenwriter has finished get off work, but my work has just begun."

The six elements of a story are: time, place, characters; cause, process, and result.

There is one most important element of this story that has not been set up yet——

That is "time".

Away from the city, light pollution becomes correspondingly weaker, and the dense stars are scattering their light in the night sky.

The cold wind howled through the valley, making a sad cry from winter.

The train moved forward steadily under the moonlight at a speed that was neither fast nor slow.

Until slowly driving into the tunnel of fate.

This is where the story begins.

night.

Island of the mind.

The figure of the audience An He gradually solidified.

"Is it possible, great writer?" The fortune teller An He seemed to have woken up from the emotion of failing the game and was the first to come forward.

"Promoted to Sequence 6?" asked the thief An He, while touching him with his dirty little hand.

You don’t know if you don’t touch it, but you’ll be shocked if you touch it.

"Shit, what is this?"

Dense and tiny scales emerged from his skin, and the fortune teller An He beside him got goose bumps all over his body.

"Dragon scales." Audience member An He said concisely.

"A passive skill after Sequence 6. Its hardness is enough to block a pistol bullet close to the face, but it can only prevent penetration. The impact will still affect the internal organs."

(End of this chapter)