Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 207 Tarot Club? Poker Club!
Mao Lilan took a breath and asked with some trepidation: "Is your attempt over? Can we go back now?"

She must remember Sonoko's advice not to get involved with anything related to the "evil god", and she still has the promising Church of Fools to choose from.

Shuichi Akai actually wanted to make a similar attempt, but his calmness allowed him to suppress the impulse. Based on his knowledge, the other two younger guests would help him ask.

"Of course." Kudo Shinichi nodded imperceptibly and looked at Mao Lilan, "If you formally propose, I can let you go back now."

I'm sorry, Xiaolan, although I can't really meet you, but I need your strength.
Not hearing any malice in his words, Mao Lilan relaxed a little.

In her opinion, since this mysterious and powerful person could perform such a miraculous event, he should keep his promise, because there was no need for him to target her, an ordinary person who was not even an extraordinary person.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized a little, Kudo Shinichi nodded slightly, and then began the next step as expected.

As the sea of stars moved, the three of them were frightened to varying degrees.

In an instant, large swathes of stars seemed to have reached the end of their lifespans, dimming and extinguishing, and then turning into brilliant sparks one after another, and ushered in dead silence in the explosion.

The remains of countless dead stars seemed to be guided, creating a huge fantasy hourglass. A round table as deep as the starry sky rose from the hourglass. Around it were several high-backed chairs like stars surrounding the moon. Behind the chairs were bright and sparkling mysterious constellations.

The seats where the three of them sat were exactly the closest to the "mysterious powerful man" at the top.

“It’s amazing!”

Kudo Shinichi stretched out his right hand and rubbed the edge of the starry sky round table with small movements, appearing calm on the surface.

Then he tapped the table with his fingertips, and the stars suddenly moved, forming a dynamic star map in the center of the round table - the outline of Tingen City flickered on the virtual shadow of the earth, and countless light spots flickered on it.

Several images emerged in the halo of the stars.

Kuroba Kaito disguised himself as a fat boy and sneaked into the Scarlet Church;

The deep crimson in Vermouth's eyes struggled to hold on in the daylight;
The old man with a bullet piercing his chest died in confusion.
"What is this?" Hattori Heiji finally asked the first question.

"It's a secret." Kudo Shinichi said with a smile.

Naturally, he didn't know what it was, but the oracle he got from Mr. A was these images and one sentence - this is a secret.

However, it is particularly suitable to be used to intimidate those who are not even extraordinary people.

"Why us?" Hattori Heiji was very calm, "We are just ordinary people."

"It's because you are ordinary people, or the remnants of the old times."

Kudo Shinichi used a mysterious tone to ask questions: "They want to cover up the truth with lies, but I prefer to give you the choice."

"In this world, the only people who cannot have faith are the survivors of the old days, and having no faith means absolute safety."

Mao Lilan looked at the light spots in the star map and suddenly asked: "Are these light spots people like us?"

"Maybe it's a companion, or maybe it's an enemy." Kudo Shinichi waved his hand and brushed away the star map, which shattered into pieces of star feathers and finally condensed into a deck of playing cards.

"You can choose to leave, or choose to stay in this party where fate has brought you."

Ran Mao Li carefully observed the reactions of the other two people. She couldn't see their expressions through the starlight, but she could tell something from their hesitation.

Sonoko said not to get involved in anything related to evil gods, but such a gentle man should not be related to evil gods, right?
She was the first to reach out and pull out a poker card.

[Ace of Hearts]

Hattori Heiji stared at the back of the card for several breaths before reaching out for it.

[K of Clubs]

Shuichi Akai did not hesitate much. As a mature special agent, he knew that many "voluntary" things in the world were not so in line with personal wishes.

He pulled a card from the deck, held it in front of him, looked at it, and then memorized it.

[2 of Diamonds]

After they each took their own card, the deck of cards turned into a piece of fine starlight and disappeared into the starry sky.

"What should we call you?" Mao Lilan, no, Miss "Ace of Hearts" suddenly realized that this was an impolite question and asked quickly.

Hattori Heiji and Akai Shuichi also asked solemnly: "How should we address you?"

Kudo Shinichi tapped his fingers lightly on the round table.

An extremely complex star map emerged from behind him, and then disintegrated into a pattern that they were very familiar with.

That's also a playing card.

He leaned back very relaxedly, took back his right hand, crossed his fingers in front of him, and looked at the three people with a smile.

“You can call me.”

"Red Joker."

There is incomparable silence above the starry sky.

The brief answer quickly disappeared into the boundless universe, but in the hearts of the three people, it seemed to reverberate for a long time, stirring up ripples one after another. In the center of the round table, the hourglass made of the remains of the stars was about to end. Kudo Shinichi snapped his fingers, and the star sand in it began to flow backwards against common sense.

"So."

"Every Sunday at 3pm, make sure you are in a safe and isolated place, and the stars will lead you here for our next gathering."

"remember."

The round table began to rotate slowly like the starry sky, and the earth below seemed to form a vortex, swallowing the three people.

At the last moment, they heard Kudo Shinichi's smiling whisper.

“Only dreams come true.”

Tingen central business district, Daffodil Street, Tingen Library.

Mao Lilan woke up in the inventory room, holding the books she had intended to classify.

She looked down at the book "Miscellaneous Records of Quaternary Folk Tales" and then saw a ray of starlight flowing on the back of her hand, like a star "tattoo" printed on her fair skin.

The "deep red" of the stars gradually dimmed, and finally hid under the skin and disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared.

Mao Lilan finally confirmed that this was not a dream.

"Xiao Lan! I have recommended you to the captain. Remember to go to the church next week to take the test!"

The curator's call came from outside the inventory room.

"Okay!" Mao Lilan responded quickly, with endless longing for the future in her heart.

When I become strong enough and have extraordinary abilities, I will be able to find that guy Shinichi and bring him back from the case, right?

Backlund, in the North District Villa Complex, in an old-fashioned mansion with a lot of style.

Hattori Heiji was lying in the kendo field specially built in the mansion, leaning on a straw dummy, and suddenly opened his eyes.

".It's not a dream."

In just a moment, he realized that he must be involved in some extraordinary event.

He quickly noticed the star mark on the back of his hand.

The door of the kendo field was suddenly opened.

Hattori Heiji quickly pulled down the sleeve of his kendo uniform to cover the mark, although it disappeared automatically before he could cover it.

Hattori Heizo, with a serious face, wore a kendo uniform and held a straight wooden sword as he stepped onto the field.

"Get up." He said indifferently to Hattori Heiji, and then took a stance.

"Still fighting?" Hattori Heiji wailed.

In the real world, in an apartment in Beika Town.

Shuichi Akai stared at the mark on the back of his hand with a serious expression.

The mark gradually disappeared from his eyes.

He looked at the "cocoon" standing beside the bed.

"God."

In Tingen's apartment, Conan lay on the sofa, feeling a sharp pain in his brain, as if ten thousand cicadas were chirping at the same time.

Maintaining his enlarged body and pulling others into dreams was an extremely horrific drain on his spirituality.

His spiritual power was almost overdrawn and he had completely lost the ability to move.

However, the results of this attempt were encouraging.

'Not enough'

'We need to grow the poker club fast.'

With deep concern for the future, Conan fell into a deep sleep and began to recover his severely overdrawn spirituality.

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