Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 213 Who got whose script?
Tingen's underground water dredging system is hard to describe.

The dark and narrow aisles on both sides were barely wide enough for one person. The buzzing of flies and mosquitoes could be clearly heard. The waterway in the center was sometimes calm, and sometimes had disgusting waves and a fishy and unpleasant smell.

Kuroba Kaito, dressed in a phantom thief costume, walked cautiously beside them with a very unsightly look on his face.

"For a city this big, the sewers should be repaired better."

As an old city area that has been in disrepair for a long time, the environment here is even more unbearable compared to other areas, especially the existence of the underground passage built by the Scarlet Church, which further compresses the space for sewer pipes.

Carefully avoiding another wave of "flood", Kuroba Kaito let out a long sigh, then took out a monocle from his pocket.

After hesitating for a moment, he put it on his right eye as usual.

"It's almost here."

He roughly calculated the thickness of the wall, and then, like a magic trick, a coin-sized badge appeared on his palm. On it was a sun that seemed to be shining really, and it was a little hot even through the gloves.

Kuroba Kaito looked at his gloves which were sizzling with pity.

These are the high-temperature-proof gloves that he spent a huge amount of money to ask Grandpa Terai to find the inventor who created the equipment for the phantom thieves to design specially!
Although as a "fire starter", he can withstand a certain degree of high temperature, his equipment cannot.

He pressed the Holy Emblem of the Sun against the wall, and soon a slight burning smell was felt. Kuroba Kaito let go of his hand, and the Holy Emblem of the Sun was firmly embedded in the wall.

He stepped back a little, then released his spiritual power to trigger the holy emblem.

The terrifying temperature melted and crystallized all the surrounding bricks, stones and cement, turning them into a lava-like fluid. White mist rose up due to the high temperature, illuminating the entire sewer space with a dazzling light that could burn through human eyes.

After a while, Kuroba Kaito stopped urging the holy emblem, and when its temperature became slightly acceptable, he went over and picked it up.

At this time, a large hole had been melted on the side wall of the sewer. The reddish and yellowish lava was half solidified, and the pungent burnt smell made Kuroba Kaito frown.

On the other side of the cave entrance was a dim passage, through which one could vaguely see crimson holy emblems glowing at regular intervals.

Kuroba Kaito leaped over lightly.

"As long as those official Beyonders are not fools, they can sense the spiritual fluctuations you caused by using this thing."

A somewhat old voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, but Kuroba Kaito was not scared by the sudden sound.

In fact, he had confirmed a fact not long ago.

For some reason, it seemed that there was a creature that he could temporarily judge as having no entity, which he would call a "creature", which inexplicably "lived" in the depths of his consciousness.

At the beginning, Kuroba Kaito inevitably panicked, but then he found that this uninvited guest seemed unable to "take over" his body as in the ghost story legends, and could only make some noises from time to time.

This couldn't make him feel at ease, but at least it made him feel more fortunate than losing the initiative directly.

Kuroba Kaito is no rookie in the world of occult studies, and he is extremely wary of this kind of "secret existence".

He was fooled into joining the Aurora Society when he was ignorant, and he has always been upset about it. He is looking for a suitable opportunity to switch to the right path.

'This dress looks good, I approve of your taste.'

During such a tense and exciting infiltration session, it is very annoying to have someone constantly talking nonsense in your ear in an inappropriate, even vacation-like, tone.

'But I must remind you that it is best not to wear a monocle in this way. Yes, I am referring to the one you are wearing on your right eye now.'

Although he was determined to ignore his meaningless nonsense, Kuroba Kaito couldn't help but be curious.

"Why?" he asked in his heart.

'Because it's easy to attract a bug-like creature, and believe me, you won't like it.'

The moment he heard the word "Him", Kuroba Kaito knew that this was not something he should continue to explore.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the old voice didn't continue, but changed the direction of its chattering.

'I'm curious, you should see these with me, Lantern Bearer, yes, Lantern Bearer.'

"You should be in a hostile relationship with these lamp holders. What supported you to change your clothes and sneak in here to provide them with a way out?"

Of course, it was to leave a way out for myself.
"People like you can also be curious?" Kuroba Kaito did not answer directly, but said with a hint of sarcasm.

Kuroba Kaito has no good feelings towards these secretive beings who establish contact with small fry like them at the slightest disagreement.

As for whether it would offend the owner of this mysterious voice,
He's already possessed me, what else can I do?

Kuroba Kaito is such a person. As long as he can satisfy his momentary verbal pleasure, he will not give up talking even if he is in a desperate situation.

This incident is also recorded in "The History of the Second Generation of Kaito Kid".

"At least for me, curiosity is a treasure that cannot be abandoned. Although it is precisely because of my excessive curiosity that I have fallen into this situation, I need to contact a Sequence 9 child to "seek help." "

The voice seemed to want to create some humor, but the level of joke telling was so poor that just when Kuroba Kaito vaguely got some useful information from this sentence, he quickly changed the subject.

"But you are still quite young, do you have a crush on someone?"

This unconventional way of thinking gave Kuroba Kaito a headache.

Although it is not known whether he was deliberately paralyzing himself, at least judging from this sentence, this uninvited guest seemed unable to peer into his deep memories and could only communicate with him through brief thoughts.

"If not, I might be able to introduce you to some nice girls. Although I can't tell how much time has passed, my family should be doing pretty well."

Kuroba Kaito felt the wall of the underground passage and rushed towards the Pandora Gate. He keenly grasped a term: "Family?"

"Yes, family." The old man's voice seemed a little bit emotional, and his tone revealed a very obvious sense of pride and pride. It can be seen that he should have a sense of belonging to this so-called "family".

Kuroba Kaito felt a little comforted. A secretive being born with this nature should not have any concept of home and country, right? From this point of view, the owner of this mysterious voice might be a human. At least he used to be a human.

"What's your family name? Which country? Maybe I can help you find it when I have time." Kuroba Kaito coaxed.

The voice suddenly seemed a little confused.

Then with deep sadness and regret: 'I can't remember.'

'Empire, Emperor.'

'war.'

The more Kuroba Kaito listened, the more puzzled he felt.

He was not very clear about the history here, but he knew that the current world situation was relatively stable. At least in the past five hundred years, there had been no wars that could be officially recorded.

'In fact, I can't even remember my name clearly.'

That undisguised confusion even infected Kuroba Kaito, causing him to feel a deep sadness.

"I just remember someone calling me that before—"

'They called me.'

'Mr. Door.'

Kuroba Kaito chewed carefully on this name which obviously didn't sound like a person's name, but more like some kind of symbol.

Not far away is the Pandora Gate emitting a faint glow.

'I'm sorry, I'm not in a good state. For your safety, maybe I should disappear for a while.'

'Also, although you may be on guard against me, I must remind you of one thing - be careful with your dreams.'

"It's not just an extension of people's consciousness." The voice sighed apologetically and became very soft, like the vague mumbling after falling into a deep sleep.

Finally, it turned into an obscure and twisted whisper that seemed to come not from the bottom of the heart, but directly appeared in reality.

"'Dreams' are 'fantasies' based on reality."

Mr. "Men"'s voice disappeared completely, but the last sentence echoed in Kuroba Kaito's heart like a lingering sound. A fear that was unknown in source but real surged in his heart.

He couldn't help but think of the recent rampant "sleepwalker" phenomenon.

The iron gate on the rooftop was rusted too badly, making a heavy creaking sound. The wind blew up a few leaflets of "Anti-Evil God Education Classroom" and swept over the city arrogantly.

Large patches of dark clouds hung over the old city, foreshadowing a long-brewing heavy rain.

Gin held his guitar bag and let go of the iron gate, letting it bounce back under the action of the automatic axle, which caused another round of teeth-grinding friction.

He touched the upper pocket of his windbreaker, took out a cigarette case, and then skillfully pinched out a cigarette.

Just as he was about to hold it in his mouth, he was suddenly stunned.

Perhaps it was because the weather was too humid, the tobacco had completely wilted, and even the filter seemed a little cold.

Gin put it away silently and gave up the desire to take the matches.

Fine raindrops were already falling, acting as the vanguard of the heavy rain, wetting his wide hat, and then began to impatiently invade the mysterious area inside his collar.

The long silver hair was wet by the rain, tangled together and felt a little heavy.

He looked down along the edge of the roof.

Simple iron sheets separate the streets under reconstruction from the normal world. Cement machines and cranes are silent, faithfully waiting for people's instructions.

At the end of the road, a sticker was stubbornly hanging in the gap of a metal roadblock with a reflective sign. It was torn in half by the drizzle, and the ink turned into a stain.

Familiar or unfamiliar figures appeared in his field of vision. They seemed to be ordinary residents, and only the puddles they had stepped on knew the secrets hidden in their pockets.

Gin narrowed his eyes and then opened the guitar bag in his hand.

Thanks to the sophistication of modern technology, even if a sniper rifle is assembled on such a rainy day, it will not affect its trajectory and power much, and barrel explosion is a thing of the past century.

After quickly assembling the gun, Gin clamped the muzzle of the gun on the edge of the roof and tested the wind speed.

Rainy days are a great challenge for snipers.

But Gin was familiar enough to deal with this kind of situation.

A faint firelight flashed briefly, then quickly disappeared in the rain and wind.

It was like a clarion call for an attack. After the gunshots, the people who had intentionally or unintentionally surrounded the Scarlet Church finally showed their fanatical faces, drew out the guns and weapons hidden on their bodies, and charged towards the rangers stationed nearby.

Even though they are just a group of ordinary people who are not even extraordinary.

But faith is like poison, which can make people sink and even lose themselves.

Gunshots rang out, and flesh and metal clashed.

Looking at the chaos and fire below, Gin's mouth curled up in a cruel and bloodthirsty arc.

As a "spark", the fire he ignited is big enough.

The role of Sequence 9 "Spark" has come to an end. The spiritual imprint of the Beyonder characteristic has been completely digested by him. He is only one sacrificial ceremony away from Sequence 8.

Unfortunately it is a rainy day now.

Gin couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It was at this moment that his spiritual intuition was triggered.

Gin turned his head according to his instinct.

A hot chemical bullet grazed the corner of his eye, leaving a hideous blood mark on his pale face.

His pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly crouched down and hid under the edge of the roof.

Then he used a very subtle movement to extend the camera corner of his phone.

call out--

Another bullet flew over and shattered the exposed corner of the phone.

On such a rainy day, it is so accurate
Undoubtedly world-class sniping capabilities.

However, Gin already knew the identity of the attacker.

In that brief second, he saw a reflection from a sniper scope hundreds of meters away.

Just that one glance, that unique feeling aroused his spirituality and made him recognize that person.

Rye!

You can’t go wrong!
so interesting
Gin's eyes lit up with excitement.

"You are also in Tingen."

It would be great if he could catch the mouse himself and torture it slowly!
He whispered the fortune teller's name, and the corresponding corridor opened up. Gin jumped in without hesitation.

The days ahead are becoming more and more exciting.

For the first time in a long time, Gin felt his paralyzed soul trembling hotly again.

There are only three things in life.

Gun smoke, death, and enemies.

The rain gradually got heavier, covering the entire city with a gray mist, as if covering Tingen with a hazy veil.

Countless people have tried to explore it, crack its mysterious veil, and reveal its secrets to the public.

Although they had weapons, the fanatical followers that Gin temporarily organized were ultimately just a group of mobs, and their rebellion was quickly suppressed by the Rangers and Pioneers.

As the location where the first shot was fired, this rooftop became the focus of the official Beyonders' search.

"…No further findings. The divination was disrupted. There is a high-sequence aura at the scene."

"Continue to collect clues and report any new findings in a timely manner."

"what is this?"

The leading ranger captain squatted down in front of a bullet hole, took out an alloy dagger and started digging at it.

The cement rooftop floor was chipped away like soft mud.

He pulled out a slightly deformed alloy bullet.

At the bottom of the bullet, there is an inconspicuous symbol engraved.

It's a "2" framed in a diamond.

(End of this chapter)