Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 169 Old Street
After dinner, Miyano Shiho was driven to the opposite door due to Miyano Akemi's disdain, and she and Anhe looked at each other in front of the door.

"I never thought that there would be a day when you would be kicked out by Sister Mingmei."

An He was quite emotional and then opened the door.

"This is a process that every NEET must go through." Miyano Shiho was very open-minded and even in the mood to joke.

She was just so obsessed with it these few days because she was feeling the novelty of it. She would adjust herself to a normal routine after getting used to it. She was not a child without self-control and had her own genius.

"The Metaverse will only be a little bit important at the beginning. As more and more connectors are added, the demand for ordinary NPCs will be smaller, and the players will form their own order."

Anhe took out a pair of women's slippers from the entrance, and Miyano Shiho put them on very naturally.

Then I realized that the pair of slippers I was wearing were my own.

"." She looked at An He speechlessly, feeling a little ashamed that her actions towards him had become a subconscious reflex.

An He pretended not to see her glare and walked into the living room.

Amon and Ai were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, looking very peaceful.

As they got more familiar with each other, they fought less and less. Sometimes they would fight, but it was obvious that they were just playing around. So Anhe no longer locked up Amon and let him out.

"Why did you put glasses on Amon?" Miyano Shiho skillfully picked up Ai and held her in her arms, and then found that Amon had a small, obviously specially customized monocle hanging on his right eye.

"It was a sudden inspiration." An He gently poked Amon's head with his finger, causing it to make a "click" sound and use its wings to pry his hand away.

"Doesn't it look good?"

".It feels weird."

Miyano Shiho threw a kernel of corn over, and Amon accurately stretched out his beak and pecked it off in the air.

"Rest here tonight?" An He opened the door of the guest room and showed her the decoration inside. "I have cleaned the room. Some of the clothes you bought before are also here. You can change them."

"Or if you want to do research, I have a Cocoon in my room."

"No need." Miyano Shiho shook her head and stroked Ai gently. "I have already made a preliminary application plan. There are many capable players born in the Church of the Knower. Just let them follow the steps. I don't plan to go online tonight."

An He understood, and then asked: "When do you plan to find a few people to become extraordinary people? There are still no extraordinary people in the path of knowing. It will affect the development efficiency, right?"

".I can't act that kind of effect."

Miyano Shiho felt a little awkward when she thought about playing the role of a "bishop" who believes in herself, "Can't we find someone else to guide us? For example, the witch lady."

"We are short of manpower." An He was also helpless. "She also has the Scarlet Church to take care of, and she is also responsible for the maintenance of the Hell Gate. If she gets exhausted, our source of NPCs will be cut off."

"Or you can just pick one that you like, pack up all the information and throw it over to select a follower, and treat it as an oracle?" He helped to give advice.

"Will it seem a bit crude?" Miyano Shiho was a little tempted, but worried about the impact on the overall situation. "It won't have any impact," An He reassured her.

"Let them guess what the 'god' is thinking. Setting the 'god of knowledge and wisdom' as the type who is obsessed with collecting and researching new knowledge and rarely pays attention to the world can also enrich the image of the god and make it more reasonable."

"That's it." Miyano Shiho relaxed a lot.

It's too much to ask her to appear in public and play a role.

The next day was the weekend, and at Miyano Akemi's strong suggestion, the two went out together and lost their right to stay at home.

"The sun is so bright." Miyano Shiho raised her hand to block the sunlight.

Autumn goes and spring comes, and in the blink of an eye, it is summer again.

Today she was wearing a cool white long dress. Her brown hair fluttered in the breeze, dancing with the trailing hem of her skirt. Her delicate skin looked even whiter under the sunlight, and her round and smooth toes moved restlessly in her sandals.

An He found a sun hat at a roadside grocery store, paid the bill, returned to her side, and gently put it on her.

Miyano Shiho blinked and looked at him quietly.

The blue ribbon on the straw hat fluttered in the wind, bringing youth and leisure into Anhe's heart.

"Summer is all about cicadas, young girls, and orange-flavored soda," he couldn't help but sigh.

"So where is the soda?" Miyano Shiho didn't quite understand, but she could vaguely hear that this guy was saying something only he knew the meaning of, just like before.

"Let's go buy it together." An He said with a smile.

They deliberately avoided the hustle and bustle and the crowds and came to this old commercial street. Wasn’t it just to experience the “slow life”?
Cicadas sang tirelessly in the trees, and occasionally someone passed by on an old bicycle with jingling bells. The alleys were filled with the joyful sounds of children playing, holding up broken branches and sticks picked up from the roadside, using the straightest ones as swords.

There was an old-fashioned convenience store on the side of the road, and Miyano Shiho pulled Anhe inside.

The shop door was shaded by a hanging white curtain, so it was relatively cool inside. The electric fan hanging on the wall was spinning with a creaking sound, and the fan head moved from left to right and then from right to left. The rattling sound made people worry that it would suddenly fall off and then retire.

In the center of the shop are the children's favorite snacks, classified in step-shaped grids. An He can see colorful pigment sticks that look very old, as well as a common childhood toy, a plastic flute that can only barely produce a few inaccurate tones. After taking off the flute head, it is revealed that there are small candies in transparent packaging inside.

There is a handwritten price tag outside each box. The cheapest ones are 10 yuan for three yogurt jellies, and the more expensive ones are 75 yen for a glass bottle of lactic acid bacteria drink.

In the old-fashioned freezer lies ice cream that is obviously handmade.

"Grandma Doma, where is the Gundam that I asked you to save for me last time? I asked my mom for the money!" A snotty little fat boy excitedly opened the curtain and ran in, holding a thousand-dollar bill and tapping the wooden counter.

A hunchbacked old lady with gray hair climbed up from behind the counter, coughed a few times, put the palm-leaf fan in her hand aside, turned around and took down a golden, rustic square package from the shelf behind her.

"I know, I know. Just keep it here. It won't run away." She pushed the box to the fat boy, then took the banknotes, slowly opened the drawer, counted out a few hundred-yuan coins and gave them to him as change.

(End of this chapter)