Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 220 Writer
The "rain" was getting heavier and heavier, the water vapor was gradually blurring the view, and everyone's vision became foggy and white, making it almost impossible to see what was happening inside the exhibition hall.

After a long time, the "rain" finally stopped.

Kidd had already disappeared in the mist, and his figure was no longer on the exhibition stand.

"Damn it." Although he was very unwilling, under the current circumstances, Inspector Nakamori could only arrange for the soaked tourists to leave the exhibition hall in an orderly manner.

"The floor is slippery, please be careful and line up to exit."

Then he remembered something and shouted into the intercom: "If Kidd wants to leave, he will definitely leave wet footprints at the gate. Follow the footprints and chase him!"

"But it's raining today, there are wet footprints everywhere outside."

The subordinate police officers sent back distressed voices.

Inspector Nakamori was stunned.

So this is why this guy is waiting for the rainy day?

"Where are the three treasures he said he would return?" Inspector Nakamori began searching around the exhibition hall again.

"Kid seems to have placed it on the display cabinet of the pistol belt." The plainclothes policeman hiding in the crowd pointed it out to him.

Inspector Nakamori walked over and suddenly found that the explanatory sign under the display case looked a little strange and seemed a little blurry.

He leaned over and took it off, and found that it was another card covering the original explanation card. It was painted with the same content as the real explanation card. After being washed by the sprinkler just now, the paint has faded, revealing the real text underneath.

Suzuki Sonoko, who did not leave with the ordinary tourists and chose to stay even though her shoulders were wet, also realized the source of the mark on her sleeve.

"It turned out that it was because of the rain that my sleeves got wet, and then I bumped into the commentary board."

Mao Lilan also looked at the explanation board: "What does it say?"

"Let me see," Inspector Nakamori read out, "That pistol belt was originally a complete fake, because it was manufactured in large quantities in advance with the assumption that it would be 'stolen'."

"Inspector!" The police officers under him exclaimed. Inspector Nakamori turned around and saw that under their suit jackets, they had been tied with Ryoma pistol belts that were exactly the same as the one in the display case. "This thing suddenly appeared on my waist!"

"Me too!"

"It's on me too!"

Inspector Nakamori looked at his men around him and felt something was wrong. He lowered his head to unbutton his coat, and then his pupils shrank.

There was also a belt around his waist.

Looking at the panicked looks of a group of police officers, Suzuki Sonoko laughed in an unkind way.

"Are you going to play Kamen Rider?"

"Garden."

Mao Lilan smiled at the police officers somewhat embarrassedly, then pulled her best friend's sleeve, signaling her to be serious.

"Inspector, there are words underneath other exhibits too!"

Under the dragon and horse scroll, a police officer shouted, "It says 'pull'."

Inspector Nakamori walked over and asked, "Does that mean you want us to pull this down?"

He hesitated for half a second, looking at the scroll which might be worth a fortune, and then he tore it off.

Most of the long scroll was torn off at once, and the second half of the scroll was filled with printed and pasted samples of Longma's family letters.

"Sure enough, they are all fakes."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

I don’t have to borrow money from my wife to pay off my debts anymore.

On the other side, Suzuki Sonoko was looking at a vase that was bigger than a person, and saw the word "crush" left by Mr. Kidd on its explanatory sign, as if asking them to break it.

"Wait, what if this is true?" Mao Lilan grabbed her, a little worried.

"It doesn't matter." Suzuki Sonoko rolled up her sleeves, eager to try, "It won't cost much money anyway."

With a "crack", she pushed the large vase, which looked like an antique, to the ground. The vase broke into several pieces, revealing its belly filled with fake wine glasses.

"There's blood on every wine glass." Inspector Nakamori quickly thought of the wound on the organizer Tarumi's finger, "It looks like they put a lot of effort into forging the fakes."

"Go and bring those two guys to me!" Inspector Nakamori did not have a good face when dealing with these fraud suspects who had turned out to be selling counterfeit goods. Seeing that they were not at the venue, he quickly arranged for people to find them.

Not long after, a shocking message came back from the intercom.

"Police, police department."

"what happened?"

"We found two organizers backstage, but..."

Inspector Nakamori suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Then, the subordinate continued: "They are both dead, with bullet holes in their foreheads."

"what?!"

Inspector Nakamori's expression changed instantly.

"Their biggest goal is to get the news of the theft of the treasure on the news and make it known to everyone. In this way, they can take advantage of the rich people's love for Longma and have a third party sell the prepared fakes to them on the underground black market."

In the exit corridor of the Suzuki Museum, looking at the crowd gradually leaving, Conan spoke very naturally about something that it seemed that an elementary school student should not understand.

Next to him was an ordinary fat uncle who was adjusting an umbrella.

"Even if the buyer later discovered that these were fakes, he would still be at fault because he had purchased stolen goods in the first place. That's why the theft by the Phantom Thief Lady was not exposed after she stole these three treasures."

"After learning about the industry chain behind this, she entrusted you with the large amount of counterfeit goods she had collected, and asked you to expose the evil deeds of those two people to the world."

"Is there anything wrong with my reasoning, Mr. Kaito who thinks he is Ryoma?"

He raised his head and looked at the ordinary fat man next to him.

Kuroba Kaito finally smiled.

Anyway, the show is over, so let's deal with this great detective.

"I'm surprised you recognized me. I look like an old man you can see everywhere, right?"

He was fully prepared, and he carried playing cards with the Arrodes symbol on them, so ordinary divination and mysticism methods could not reveal his identity. In other words, this guy relied entirely on his observation skills to guess his identity from a physical level.

What a scary creature, detective.

Conan lowered his eyes, looking somewhat speechless: "You complained about it yourself at that time. It would be very troublesome to bring so many fakes into the venue. I just need to find tourists with very bloated bodies in the exhibition hall, and then use their body size advantage to quietly lift up their trouser legs to confirm whether their lower limbs meet this body shape."

"You're much thinner than I thought." He pushed his glasses and made a joke.

"After I found you, I put this button-shaped transmitter sticker on you. Then, as long as I turn on the tracking function of these glasses, I can monitor your location in real time."

He pressed the button on his glasses, this time without even using the antenna, and a clear red dot appeared on the map on the lenses.

After Dr. Agasa's upgrade, the tracking function of this equipment is accurate to the centimeter level. It can complete positioning very accurately even indoors, and the maximum receiving distance between the receiver and the transmitter has been increased to 50 kilometers. It is also equipped with a small spiritual detector that can detect extraordinary people approaching.

According to Dr. Agasa, when he is promoted in the future, he may be able to use the extraordinary characteristics to help him create a set of magical items and equipment, which may have even more magical functions.

Kuroba Kaito was amazed and a little envious.

His equipment is still the same old one. Grandpa Terai did help him contact the inventor friend who made equipment for him before, but that person seems to be a bit busy recently and can't spare the time, so he has to wait for a while before he can upgrade his equipment.

"So, are you going to hand me over to the police?" Kuroba Kaito looked down at Conan's shoes that could burst out with terrifying power. These shoes had scared him several times.

"No, I'll let you go this time for Ryoma's sake." Conan was very free and easy.

Kuroba Kaito asked curiously, "Are you a fan of Ryoma?"

"I'm not, but my mom is." Speaking of his unreliable mother, Conan squeezed out dead fish eyes, "She once played Ryoma's sister Otome in a movie, so she likes Ryoma very much."

However, my mother received a lot of praise for her cute performance as a maiden. She made her official debut after that movie and quickly became famous.

"Okay." Kuroba Kaito touched his silicone-padded belly and said with a wry smile, "It seems that the conclusion is that we are no match for our own mothers."

He sorted out his umbrella, watched as the number of people queuing at the exit gradually decreased, and then started walking towards the exit, leaving Conan with only his back.

He waved his hand and said without turning back: "Goodbye."

Conan savored these words, looked at his departing back, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched.

This is also a family business.
Kuroba Kaito walked out of the museum door and looked at the dark sky outside. The raindrops fell on the ground, making a calming white noise.

He opened his umbrella and was about to take a step when he suddenly had an idea.

He glanced calmly at something not far away from him.

"call--"

Gin casually put out the cigarette on the pillar at the door, then put it into the small box he carried with him, not letting the cigarette butt with his saliva and teeth marks on it be thrown around.

“Rainy weather is not good weather”

He murmured in a low voice with an expressionless face, and it was unknown whether he remembered something or not, his eyes were very gloomy.

Vodka behind him opened the umbrella and held it safely for his big brother.

"It's okay, big brother. Just get in the car and turn on the heater and the air will dry out immediately."

Gin turned his head to look at him, which was rare, and walked into the rain without saying anything.

Vodka didn't understand what was going on, but he quickly followed suit and prevented his brother from getting wet in the rain.

The two walked towards the Porsche 356A parked on the side of the road.

Kuroba Kaito looked at their backs.

It seems that Mr. Kurosawa did not realize that he was the "colleague" who was causing trouble in the metaverse.

The effect of Arrodes' symbol is much better than expected.

He felt for the playing cards in his pocket.

Whenever Mr. Kurosawa appears, the feeling of being on the same path arises.

Aggregation Effect
Kuroba Kaito began to call out Mr. "Gate" in his heart.

"If I want to jump to the 'Gate' path, I need to pray to you, right?"

'Yes, after all, there is no true God on this path yet.'

Mr. Door's voice was as old and peaceful as ever.

Not a true god, but can still be granted extraordinary characteristics through "Gifts".
What is the nature of the extraordinary path?
High sequences can "bless" low sequences, so how should high sequences move forward?

What does it mean to be a true God?
The more Kuroba Kaito delved into the mysticism, the more he realized his own ignorance.

"But before that, you must first separate out your original Beyonder characteristics. At the level of Sequence 9, this will not be dangerous."

Mr. Door reminded.

Kuroba Kaito remained silent and did not continue the conversation. Instead, he opened his umbrella with a heart full of worries, eager to go home early.

[The breath of the God of Death, the hospitality of Arrodes, the attention of Mr. Door, the aggregation effect of extraordinary characteristics, and the desire to explore the path. ]

[Kaito Kuroba is the focal point of all the clues. Although he lives in a gray area, his heart is towards the light. He has witnessed the darkness, but he is kind. At the same time, he knows the truth that his father is alive. At this time, Kaito Kidd is one of the most important "sons of luck" in this world. 】

[In this Ryoma exhibition, he has fully experienced the changes that Feifan has brought to the world, and has also come into contact with the convenience brought by Arrodes' closeness. He is a thief with a strong ability to accept, and embracing mystery and the future is his instinct. ]

[He holds the identities of both Conan and Gin at the same time, and is located at the intersection hidden in the deepest part. He is the most critical link between the red and black sides, and the balance of the situation. His flexible moral standards and his free will together create a delicate "Gray".]

[The original path was in a dilemma of being unable to advance. His chance encounter with Gin made him realize the horror of the 'aggregation effect'. Arrodes's unexplained attentiveness made him anxious. The other option provided by Mr. 'Gate' gave him a way out. Under these multiple factors, it was very reasonable for Kuroba Kaito to extract the 'Spark' extraordinary characteristic and switch to the 'Gate' path.]

[He has good feelings towards both the Red and Black factions, and has friendships with Conan and Gin. A Kaito Kid who does not need to be bound by any organization is the best, and is the "door" that communicates between the two sides. ]

"Gah!"

On the desk, Amon stared at the notes, looking at the black feather pen that kept writing, with a somewhat resentful look in his eyes.

It was already dark outside the window. Raindrops tapped gently on the window, splashing water that hung on the glass and dyed the lights of Tokyo in the dark night into neon.

An He stopped writing and blew on the tip of the feather pen. The feather pen that was originally stained with ink turned into an ordinary starling feather.

He casually thrust it back into Amon's ass and then covered it with the notes.

Sure enough, the best way to learn how to write is to write more.

(End of this chapter)