Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 136 Invitation Letter
"What a good idea." Audience member An He applauded enthusiastically. "As a viewer, I will wait and see."

"Just wait and see." Fortune teller An He raised his head proudly, "It's definitely much better than your third-rate mystery novel."

The audience smiled but said nothing.

With a desire for promotion, the confident fortune teller An He began to regain consciousness.

For Shiho Miyano, a few days of leisure were more than enough. Anxious about the progress of the experiment, she rushed to the research institute early.

And Akemi Miyano has also become accustomed to the life of a teacher at Teitan Elementary School. She clocks in on time for work every day and has never been late.

Only our unemployed freelancer Mr. An He has nothing to do on this ordinary weekday.

He came here with the hope of being promoted to Sequence 6, but he didn’t say “I am An He, and I am speaking to the world of science” the moment he opened his eyes.

Such a promotion is too crude and lacks aesthetic taste.

And most importantly, before the "medium" to contact those key figures is gathered, the play cannot begin, and the effect of performing it for ordinary people can only be said to be minimal.

The biggest difficulty lies in this guy named Karasuma Renya.

He hides too deeply, and it is difficult to establish a close mystical connection with him. Either you have to go all out and take risks to find him, or you have to polish the script so that this guy firmly believes in the existence of "God" even if he can't see it with his own eyes.

Therefore, this performance has to be held on an auspicious day and a fitting time.

In fact, killing Karasuma Renya directly might be a good option, Anhe thought.

With the help of divination under the blessing of fog, it is not very difficult to find him. After determining the location, the illusion starts with strong control, and a fatal close attack ensures a one-hit kill. Then the paper man substitute becomes invincible in a second, followed by a flame jump and flies away. The ability of a Sequence 7 magician used for assassination can be said to be a complete dimensionality reduction attack.

But then we have to consider what comes next.

As soon as Karasuma Renya died, Rum took over the organization seamlessly with a smile on his face. This ambitious guy does not have as much patience as Karasuma, and he will probably try to take control of Japan directly.

The news of Karasuma's killing is difficult to block, and Rum will also fan the flames behind the scenes. When other countries investigate, they will find out that such a great man in the dark world died unclearly in Japan. What a great man Japan has produced.

Japanese society then began to become turbulent and the world situation became tense.

There is a high probability that his ordinary daily life will also be ruined.

It would be better to let Karasuma Renya live. To be honest, this guy's existence is actually a limiter for the winery, because his mysticism is indeed well implemented and no one can find out anything real.

Moreover, rather than humans causing chaos among themselves, he would rather see everyone being forced to band together for warmth with the emergence of an alien class like "God". He feels that this would be more fun and more interesting than boring fighting and killing.

After thinking it through, An He gave up the beheading plan and spared the gentleman's life without his knowledge. He welcomed the new day with the joy of "I am so tolerant".

Black tea originating from Ceylon does not need to be cold-brewed. It only needs to be rinsed twice with carefully controlled hot water at 85 degrees to wash away the wood smell that has been stored for too long.

The fresh milk airlifted from Mongolia does not require any additional additives. It is slowly introduced into the cup and stirred rhythmically counterclockwise with a teaspoon to fully blend it into the tea.

Sugar cubes, mints, etc. are not necessary.

A cup of fine British aristocratic-style afternoon tea is ready.

An He took a quick taste of his masterpiece, then raised his eyebrows in satisfaction.

"Could you please not be so pretentious? I think it's a bit of an insult to the word 'gentleman'." Miyano Shiho sat opposite him with a look of disgust on her face.

“It hasn’t reached that point yet.”

An He put down the cup awkwardly.

"I didn't expect to see you guys out on a date again." The waiter at the dessert shop was the familiar blond and dark-skinned guy.

He brought over two snacks with a smile: "Cheese sandwich cookies and strawberry parfait, please enjoy your meals." "You really have part-time jobs everywhere," An He complained, a gray mist flashed in his eyes, leaving a trace of his aura on Amuro Toru.

Bourbon’s “medium”, get it!

"I can't help it. The rent is not cheap."

Amuro Toru smiled, put the plate beside him and started chatting with him.

"And I've been saving money recently. I want to buy a shop and try to open my own coffee shop."

"I suggest you go to Mihua. The stores in Haido-cho are not cheap." Anhe reminded kindly.

"I will consider it carefully." Amuro Toru also looked very receptive to advice, "After all, my current progress in saving money is not very optimistic."

"By the way." He looked at Miyano Shiho, who had been drinking tea quietly since he started talking, with a non-offensive look, "Ms. Miyano seems to be very repulsive to me. Until now, I still don't know your name, which makes me a little concerned."

"Just think of me as being shy." Miyano Shiho said calmly, with no intention of chatting with him any further.

"Okay." Amuro Toru shrugged, "It seems that I still don't have any talent for humor."

"Don't bother me, there are other guests waiting for me."

"Mr. Amuro, just go and do your work. Don't worry about us." Anhe said.

After Toru Amuro left, Miyano Shiho started talking more again.

"I still think this guy has no good intentions."

When faced with this strange member of the organization, her malicious radar sometimes reacted and sometimes did not, making her unsure of this person's position. Naturally, she stayed away from this kind of mysticism.

"If Mr. Miyano doesn't like him, why don't he ask the company to ask him to move out when he gets back?" An He picked up a piece of cookie and took a crunchy bite.

"How can you say that?" Miyano Shiho rolled her eyes at him in resentment.

"Then we have no choice but to kill him without anyone noticing and dump his body in the wilderness." An He's face darkened and his eyes became sinister.

Miyano Shiho kicked him from under the table.

An He then returned to normal, with an innocent expression: "There is no other way."

"Isn't Mr. Wizard omnipotent?"

Miyano Shiho teased.

An He thought about it for a while, then became unsure.

".How about I breathe fire on you?"

"Poor mouth."

Miyano Shiho took out her handbag and checked the location of her bank card so that she could pay the bill later.

An He saw a corner of the bag that looked a bit like an envelope.

"What is this?" he asked bluntly.

Miyano Shiho followed his gaze and took out the letter.

"It was the invitation letter that the Sintra Group sent to the institute yesterday. They will hold a press conference at the Rice Flower Municipal Center this Saturday. It seems that many celebrities have received the same invitation."

(End of this chapter)