Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 120 Hypnotist

"Isn't that equivalent to a portable bulletproof vest?" the thief An He asked in surprise.

"Perhaps it would be better to describe it as stab-proof clothing." The fortune teller An He curiously materialized a dagger and stabbed it at him, making a crisp "ping" sound.

The dragon scales were intact.

"Are there any other enhancements?"

He looked at the audience Anhe.

"It's still the same." Audience member An He acted calmly, "The hypnotic ability has been enhanced, and the psychological invisibility has evolved from a castrated version to a complete version, and can work on the main body."

"Given the current level of psychological invisibility, I guess even if I put a knife to someone's neck, they wouldn't react. They would only realize I'm there when I actually hurt them."

"What are the specific manifestations of the so-called enhanced hypnotic ability?" The thief An He examined the words very carefully.

"Erase memory, confuse cognition, and force loyalty."

"Isn't this already beyond the limit?!" the fortune teller An He exclaimed.

Audience member An He ignored his fuss and continued, "I have a much higher degree of freedom in the ocean of collective subconsciousness. I can bring some 'entities' with me to travel through it."

"In addition, a plane completely different from the sea of collective subconsciousness appeared in my perception. I think it should be the 'dream'."

"It's different from the previous dream that used projection to fool Conan. This is a real dream."

"But it's still a bit far away for me now. If I want to really touch that plane, I may have to reach Sequence 5, which is 'Dream Walker'." He added.

"." Fortune teller An He was silent for a while, "I don't want to play anymore."

"Why am I always the slowest to be promoted?"

"I don't know." The thief An He shook his head innocently, "Maybe you should really reflect on yourself. You obviously spend the most time online, almost twice as much as the audience."

"At least you have a clue about the ritual. Promotion is just a matter of time." The audience gave him a "comfort".

The fortune teller An He's face was gloomy and he was mumbling something.

"Progressing little by little is too slow, maybe we should do something big"

"Just don't get yourself into trouble." The thief An He didn't care. He had no idea about this ritual for the time being anyway.

"By the way, where is your new ceremony for advancement to Sequence 5?" he asked the audience An He.

“Build a dream and let those who know it is a dream willingly sink into it.”

"Are there no restrictions?" asked the thief An He.

Audience member An He shook his head: "It should be similar to fortune-tellers. Either they go for quality and let people with enough status immerse themselves in it, or they go for quantity and choose a large number of ordinary people."

"hiss"

The fortune teller An He suddenly raised his hand: "Isn't Koizumi Hongzi the only high-ranking person we know of now?"

"The witch lady is very friendly to us. If there is no other choice, it is best not to provoke her." Audience An He does not intend to consider this option as a priority.

Of course, part of it is for safety reasons.

Who knows if this old witch with a long family heritage will have some heavyweight tricks up her sleeve. "And most importantly..."

He spread his hands and said, "Even if I wanted to, I can't create a dream. After all, I can only sense the existence of such a plane now, and I can't even contact it."

"That's true." The fortune teller An He realized that he was a little too ambitious.

The thief An He gave a suggestion: "When you have nothing to do, you can think about the foggy sea. I haven't figured out what the crimson star is yet, but this foggy sea is definitely not a simple thing. The ability to use the fog to drive it can be called a complete transformation."

After immersing himself in the foggy sea for many days, his stealing ability improved absurdly. When he was promoted to Sequence 6, he could only steal extremely short "distances" and mental concepts such as "confusion", but now he can steal abstract concepts such as "position" and "ideas" very skillfully.

Just by stealing a few bits of natural information, he could tell where other people were and what they were doing.

Just like Gin and Vodka are still struggling for life, while Vermouth is lying comfortably at home.

The Miyano Shiho in this world did not shrink into Haibara Ai, so this woman naturally did not choose to infiltrate Conan, but instead chose to nail herself down near the apartment in a very unambitious manner.

He secretly planned to kidnap Miyano Shiho when she was alone one day, and drag her to a small dark room to do some unspeakable things.

"I'll pay attention to that." Audience member An He also realized the constructive nature of this suggestion and began to make future research plans in his mind.

The thief had no plans to ascend for the time being, while the fortune teller, eager for advancement, stayed in seclusion in a corner of the island of his mind, intending to work out a comprehensive advancement plan to break through the shackles of Sequence 7 in one fell swoop and get rid of his status as the slowest promoted person.

So the next day, it was the audience who regained consciousness.

Although the train was stopped for a while last night due to the case, the case was resolved quickly and the train was restarted quickly.

When he woke up, he was not far from Sapporo, the final stop of this train.

An He washed up, packed his luggage and made sure nothing was left behind. Then he knocked on the door of the next room.

However, it was the door on the other side that opened.

A fashionable girl wearing sunglasses poked her head out.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" An He smiled apologetically.

"Ah, no, I just happened to wake up." The woman named Akechi Fumiyo quickly waved her hands, indicating that he had misunderstood.

Miyano Shiho also opened the door at this time. She had dressed herself very well and it was obvious that she had washed and combed her hair before she opened the door calmly.

The woman had already guessed that it was An He who knocked on the door, which was why she was so calm.

"Ok?"

I encountered him in the corridor yesterday.
She looked at Akechi Fumiyo carefully and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

Perhaps because she had rested and slept for a while, Fumiyo Akechi did not wear the sun hat that could cover most of her hair last night, so Shiho Miyano noticed something.

"You are Miss Kudo Yukiko?"

"You've got the wrong person!" Kudo Yukiko hurriedly covered her hair and then looked around.

"I'm sorry, maybe it's because I just watched a movie in which Ms. Yukiko starred when she was young not long ago, so I mistook you for her." Seeing that she was unwilling to admit it, Miyano Shiho gave her a way out.

But perhaps because she felt that Miyano Shiho liked her very much, Kudo Yukiko stopped pretending and changed her tone and said, "Well, since I was recognized, there's nothing I can do. But don't make it public, I ran out secretly, it would be bad if the fans found me."

(End of this chapter)