Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 19 An He: Desperate
"I'm sorry Mr. Miyano, I didn't know about this."

An He suddenly realized, then lowered his eyes apologetically. Anyone would think that he was a good student who knew how to correct his mistakes, and would let him go on the grounds that ignorance is not a crime.

Obviously this "who" does not include Miyano Shiho.

"Go down and buy me some breakfast. If you can't satisfy me, you're dead."

She yawned and was about to close the door.

"Hey, Mr. Miyano, aren't you going to sleep a little longer?" Anhe looked surprised.

"I don't have the habit of taking naps."

Miyano Shiho looked at this hypocritical "good student" and felt depressed when she recalled that she had the brains to accept him.

But no matter how depressed she was, Miyano Shiho was a woman of her words.

"And I won't go back on my word."

"You're really reliable, Mr. Miyano." An He said with a smile, and was then driven downstairs by Miyano Shiho with a look of disgust to buy breakfast.

When Anhe came back with bread and milk, Miyano Shiho had already tidied herself up. Her disheveled hair was tidy again, and she looked much better. At least she no longer had that resentful feeling of "Whoever dares to disturb my sleep will die" anymore.

Today she was wearing a dark purple sweatshirt with a light blue denim-style long coat on the outside, and woolen fleece that looked warmer on the bottom, which showed off her 1.7-meter height to the fullest and gave people a very heroic feeling.

Although she is young, Miyano Shiho's experience and confidence have given her a mature temperament far beyond her peers, so she can support most similar clothes. In addition, she has a good figure, so she can be considered a clothes hanger.

"I discovered something."

An He pretended to think, pinching his chin and speaking.

"explain."

Although Miyano Shiho didn't look as angry anymore, it was obviously just a show, as she spoke concisely and with fewer words than usual.

An He naturally noticed this, but he didn't care. He said in a serious tone as if he had discovered some scientific truth: "Mr. Miyano usually prefers this kind of handsome style, but when he meets his sister, he will deliberately change into cute and youthful style clothes."

The white dress she wore last time at Dorobiga Paradise was much more lively.

"You're peeping like a pervert, Awa-kun."

Miyano Shiho frowned, pinched her nose and moved away as if she smelled something awful.

"What a hurtful statement. It's just the observation that a spectator should have." An He covered his chest with a sad face.

“Are you an audience member again now?”

Miyano Shiho had long noticed the strange words her student sometimes said, and he was not just speaking casually, but was really living according to the style of an "audience" or "fortune teller."

"Strange interest."

She didn't have any objection, but she was subconsciously curious.

"So which style of clothing do you prefer, Mr. Miyano?"

An He didn't care much and asked.

“I don’t really like one over the other.”

Miyano Shiho thought about it for a while and realized that she had never paid attention to this kind of question. "I bought these clothes myself. I didn't choose them specifically. I just wore whatever I got my hands on."

“As for the comparisons.”

"Girl." An He added naturally.

Miyano Shiho glanced at him strangely, but couldn't find any fault with him, so she continued, "Those girlish clothes were bought for me by my sister, so I put them on naturally when I met her."

"So does that mean that Mr. Miyano doesn't have any particular style that he likes?"

"What's so good about this kind of thing? As long as it's convenient, it's good."

"This is fashion. Aren't most girls interested in this?" "You also said that they are most girls."

Miyano Shiho thought about it and felt that it couldn't be said to be completely wrong: "It's not that I don't care, but compared to clothes, I am more interested in bags and other things."

As she spoke, she patted the dark red bag in her hand. It was another new bag that An He had never seen before, which provided indirect proof of her words.

"It's great to have money." An He could only sigh.

He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Mr. Miyano, you said you worked overtime last night because the experiment had made progress?"

"Yeah." Miyano Shiho didn't think there was anything to hide, "It's somewhat related to what you showed me last time."

"Kudo Shinichi?"

She nodded. "I used his blood to design a new group of mice as controls and completed an iteration of the drug ingredients. The side effects of the drug now no longer cause the body's internal environment to become unstable and cause death. They only cause symptoms of dehydration and high temperature. If we continue in this direction, we may soon be able to suppress the side effects to an acceptable level."

An He was really sighing. You know, in the original book, Miyano Shiho only developed a temporary antidote after personally experiencing becoming smaller, but did not make a breakthrough in APTX4869 itself.

However, there are reasons for this. On the one hand, there is no experimental data from the organization period, and the equipment is not professional and advanced enough. On the other hand, the shrunken Haibara Ai in the original work did not intend to continue studying APTX4869 itself.

"You are indeed a genius scientist."

"He is a miraculously cute genius scientist."

Miyano Shiho yawned and corrected him without any modesty.

"At the same time, there is good news. This is probably the last time I need to work overtime. After the drug made progress, the company's top management was very excited and granted me a lot of permissions that I didn't have before. I will be in a much freer situation in the future."

Glancing at An He standing beside him, Miyano Shiho felt a bit complicated. To be honest, all of this was caused by him.

"free?"

An He was stunned for a moment: "For example?"

"For example, on weekends like now, I can take you out to run around without any worries about the men in black following us in the dark."

Speaking of this, Miyano Shiho was obviously a little happy, and the organization's surveillance was much easier.

However, An He thought in his heart, "Hehe, you can only perceive less, and the surveillance and protection in the depths will only increase."

After all, Miyano Shiho, who has made progress now, is much more important than she was before.

"By the way, before taking you to the shooting range, let's go to Beihua first to put an end to the matter of Kudo Shinichi."

Miyano Shiho seemed to remember something, sat on her Harley motorcycle, threw Anhe's pink helmet to him, and said at the same time.

"Ok?"

An He had also gotten used to this pink helmet and put it on subconsciously. He was a little surprised to hear her words.

"What period?"

"Go to his home for a second investigation, and then you can write confirmed death on the list."

Seeing his confused expression, Miyano Shiho felt more and more that she had accepted a stupid student.

"But doesn't it mean we have to wait a month?" An He asked in confusion, hugging her soft waist.

"Yes."

Miyano Shiho twisted the accelerator and said as a matter of course: "It's already December."

"Look, it's snowing outside."

An He finally felt despair about the time in this world.

(End of this chapter)