Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 159 Metaverse Online

Dusk, Toriya Town.

Wisps of smoke rose.

Gin stared at the charred match in his hand for a while, then threw it away, and the cigarette in his mouth burned quietly.

The media news interface on the phone is glowing.

[Redemption Rose's cross-century masterpiece 'Metaverse' is now online, and can be connected to the Internet with the 'Cocoon' device. 】

[The appropriate deep sleep medicine has been reissued according to the order address of all 'Cocoons'. Please swallow it before connecting to the 'Metaverse' for the first time to avoid unnecessary damage to your body. ]

"Brother, I've checked it and it's safe." Vodka came over with sweat on his forehead.

He had searched the safe house from inside to outside and found no signs of intrusion.

Gin put away his phone and walked towards the small building.

The organization has equipped all safe houses with more than two "cocoons" so that they can capture the first moment when the "Metaverse" comes online at any time.

Just after the news was released, Gin received an email from that gentleman, asking them to stop all activities at hand, go to the nearest safe house, and experience and explore the "Metaverse".

squeak--

The door was opened and the room was a little dark, but Gin didn't turn on the light.

Two round devices with smooth surfaces like ceramic stand quietly in the room.

He walked closer, squinted his eyes, put out the cigarette, and then tapped lightly on the alloy shell with his fingers, making a dull sound that did not sound hollow.

The metal shell opened automatically, revealing an internal compartment with a very technological aesthetic.

Along with it, a small grid at the armrest in the cabin rose up, and a short transparent tube popped out automatically, with a blue and white capsule lying quietly inside.

"Vodka." Gin had no intention of taking any risks himself.

Vodka walked up honestly, took out the medicine, then went to the sink to get some water and swallowed it.

Then I began to wait anxiously.

Five minutes later, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Gin, "It's okay, big brother."

Gin nodded, took out another pill, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed it directly.

After confirming the safety and enclosure of the room, the two lay down in the "cocoon" cabin.

The hatch slowly closed, and Gin silently felt the subtle sensations coming from all parts of his body, feeling a little surprised.

The drowsiness was as expected, and there should be some drowsiness-inducing factors. The temperature of the body rose slightly. The increase was very small, but he could detect it with his sensitivity.

Not only that, the hidden injuries of all sizes that he had sustained during his early missions were slowly getting better, which was what surprised him the most.

The "cocoon" completely closed, and Gin's consciousness gradually had a "sinking feeling".

Even he couldn't help but have some expectations for the interesting changes happening in this world.

The darkness before his eyes did not last long. The scene changed suddenly, as if he was pulled out of the "cocoon" in an instant.

Gin began to look around.

The dim and small room was surrounded by uneven earth walls with mold caused by moisture. He was lying on a piece of poor quality wooden board, without even a piece of cloth.

There were several candles placed on the ground, arranged in a certain tangible pattern, serving as the only source of light.

Gin stood up and found that this was not a closed space. There were narrow passages coming from seven directions. It was dark at the end and he couldn't tell where it led to.

He roughly figured out the situation here in his mind. It was probably some underground place with soil outdoors. There was a high possibility of a water source nearby, and the "secret room" he was in should be in a relatively central position.

Gin changed his angle and looked at the candles on the ground.

The candles looked like they had been burning for a while, with piles of wax piled up on the ground, and most of the remaining candles only half the length of an index finger.

After burning for such a long time, he did not feel any suffocation or difficulty breathing, which meant that there should be an open exit here that connects to the outside world, and it should not be too far away.

Vodka was not there, and this game obviously did not have a "team entry" mechanism, so his honest little brother was thrown into an unknown place.

With a slight worry, Gin saw something fishy in the shapes of these candles.

If we look at it in an abstract way, we can roughly understand it as a perfect "circle" and a cross trapped in this circle.

For some reason, Gin felt that this was a "cross" trapped in the "sun".

Just then, a rhythmic sound of footsteps came from the corridor not far away. The sound of stepping on the wet ground gave people an uncomfortable feeling that made them frown unconsciously.

"Another lamb awakened from ignorance."

The figure gradually walked out of the darkness, revealing its full appearance in the flickering candlelight.

He was an ordinary-looking man with dark features, black hair and brown eyes. He looked very bookish and had a unique temperament of a refined scholar.

He was dressed in a well-fitting, expensive suit and holding a gold-studded cane in his hand, with the demeanor of an old-time British aristocrat.

Gin observed him silently, holding the Beretta in his windbreaker pocket calmly, ready for defense at any time.

"Don't be so nervous." The man raised the corners of his mouth just right, looking elegant and casual.

"Let me introduce myself. I am the deacon of the Aurora Society stationed in Tingen. You can call me a fortune teller."

Gin looked the fortune teller up and down for a while, "Aurora Society?"

“Perhaps you haven’t understood us yet. It doesn’t matter. Our Lord is tolerant. He loves everyone equally, regardless of whether they have lost their way or not.” The fortune teller devoutly made an inverted cross on his heart, his brown eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

"Your Lord?" Gin keenly caught the religious flavor of this title, and did not forget his mission in entering the "metaverse". He asked tentatively: "The Fool?"

"Oh, don't be blinded by the wrong path, my poor lamb." The fortune teller showed a sad look, "Don't be deceived by those false gods who usurped my Lord's faith. If it weren't for my Lord's sacrifice for the world, how could they have the status of the so-called 'true gods' now?"

"That was a shameful betrayal!"

Gin felt a strong sense of danger from the fortune teller at this moment. A kind of cognition from the sixth sense stimulated his nerves, and he couldn't help but think about staying away from this weird guy.

He had always disliked these mystics.

"Child, wake up!" The fortune teller's expression suddenly changed, returning to his elegant and kind expression, and opened his arms to embrace: "Return to the embrace of the only orthodox and great sun god in this world!"

".I'm not interested in religion." Although the fortune teller seemed to have become much more friendly, Gin's sense of crisis did not ease at all.

The man in front of him who seemed to have an "aristocratic air" was definitely an extremely dangerous person.

(End of this chapter)