Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 235: Even high school students have differences

"Actually, I came to inform you of something."

Hattori Heiji's expression suddenly became very serious, much more serious than before.

"Remember that guy we dealt with in Kyoto not long ago?"

"I thought about what he said carefully afterwards, and asked my dad about it when I got home."

He came closer and said solemnly, "It's not just that Nishijo Taiga guy. My dad said that there have been many cases of people bringing out magical items in their dreams in the Osaka area recently, which has caused a small wave of commotion."

"What?" Conan was stunned.

"You know what?" Hattori Heiji said in a low voice, "The mainstream speculation now is that that world actually exists, and it is very closely connected to our world, and there is probably only a 'dream' in between."

"I came here today just to remind you."

He stared into Conan's eyes and said seriously: "If you see anything strange in your dreams, don't pursue it."

".I see."

Conan glanced imperceptibly at the shadow of the Grim Reaper that enveloped most of his vision, was silent for a moment, and then forced out a smile as usual.

New private clinic.

Vermouth sat in front of the mirror, looking at the beautiful face reflected in the mirror, a little dazed.

The long dark red hair seemed to be stained with blood, which had a fatal attraction, luring the ignorant prey to approach. The eyes as deep as the red moon seemed a little dim.

Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but recall the brief time she had spent as the "Scarlet Saint".

The Crimson Church does not exist in reality.
Is the witch still watching over this land?
She doesn't quite understand.

As a favored one of God, one can only receive grace from God unilaterally, but cannot perceive it in return. This relationship is undoubtedly unequal.

This kind of inequality is rampant in the world.

Vermouth came back to her senses slightly, picked up the props for disguise from the table, and with a few simple moves, she skillfully created a layer of disguise for herself.

That was her appearance as the "Thousand-Faced Witch".

Her fingers slowly brushed across the face, and suddenly she felt as if she was in another world.

If you look closely, your face used to be really sick. You can see the unhealthy paleness at a glance, and your hair color is like that of dead wood.

Thanks to Lady Scarlet Witch, this decayed body has been given a new life.

All she can give in return is faith.

The Crimson Church does not exist in reality.
Vermouth suddenly remembered what she had read in an ancient book of the church about the deeds of the evil organization "Aurora Society".

It seemed that, in this world, her situation was no different from theirs.

After all, how do we distinguish between the good and evil of gods?

Vermouth suddenly smiled.

never mind.

Anyway, she just reciprocated with faith, that's all.

Good and evil, right and wrong, have never been something a "witch" should consider.

Crimson is like a moon, changing from incomplete to full, and then from full to incomplete, over and over again.

The "apprentice" seemed to be doing the same, constantly approaching the witch, then trying to move away, and so on.

She began to understand why this pathway was called "The Moon".

The scarlet eyes emitted a faint fluorescence in the dim room, like the moon quietly gazing at the world in the dark night.

Humming the tune of "Seven Children" softly, Vermouth began to fiddle with the materials again, adding another layer of young man's disguise to her face.

She put on a pair of square-framed glasses and looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a sense of honesty and down-to-earthness.

She nodded with satisfaction and spoke softly in a calm male voice that was totally unfeminine.

"May Scarlet bless you."

Vermouth skillfully pointed out a half-moon on her heart, feeling extremely peaceful.

Three days later.

Mihua Central Hospital.

Conan was bored in the ward, flipping through the movie "And Then There Were None", which he had already watched no less than five times in the past few days.

It seems like today is the Teitan Academy Festival.
You said you would come and pick me up from the hospital.
Why don't you just run away while the nurse is away?
As countless messy thoughts flashed through my mind, the door of the ward was pushed open.

When Conan closed the book, he saw a face that always had a cold and unshakable expression.

Miyano Shiho looked Conan up and down, and then asked in a tone that was unclear whether it was a genuine question or a sarcastic tone: "Do you need a wheelchair prepared for you?"

"No, no need." Conan's mouth twitched, "I can already walk on my own."

This woman really has a cold face every day and never says anything nice.

I don't know how An and his brother calmed her down.
Oh no.

An and his brother seemed to be the ones being suppressed.

That's fine.

He was shamelessly arranging ten thousand little dramas in his mind about Anhe being bullied by Miyano Shiho, when Anhe just happened to stick his head out of the door.

"Are you thinking of something rude?"

"Why, how could that be?" Conan showed his teeth stiffly and smiled weakly.

How come this guy is so smart? I only arranged it a little bit and it aroused his vigilance.

Damn, this couple.
An He watched the boy obediently put away his book and got off the bed, with the corners of his lips slightly curled.

Telepathy, boy.

How dare a mere Conan challenge Kami's dignity?

I just gave in to Mr. Miyano, okay? What does it mean to be suppressed?

Not long ago, this woman was begging for mercy in his ear in a soft voice.

After giving a brief warning to the boy who had casually criticized him, Anhe took Conan's medical records to the hospital front desk to go through the discharge procedures.

Soon, the three of them arrived at Teitan High School.

At the entrance of Teitan High School, there is a fairly large arch made of simple materials such as cardboard. There are many colorful patterns painted on it, and the words "Welcome to the 76th Teitan School Festival" are written in a very artistic font.

"It's really lively." An He looked at the people coming and going, feeling a little emotional.

"It's not that bad. There were even more people last year." Conan said casually.

"Who asked you?" An He glanced at him.

It looks like this kid is living a very comfortable life.

How could Edogawa Conan say something so inconsistent with his character?

He secretly decided to give Kudo Shinichi a play that was fun enough one day, so that he would learn a lesson and not act recklessly by relying on the little time he had to grow bigger every day. After registering at the entrance, they followed the crowd inside.

Teitan High School is very large. As the largest national high school in Tokyo, it has seven buildings, including an area specifically for club activities. It also has a standard 400-meter running track and another gymnasium on the playground.

Next to the playground is a theater for performances. That's where Sonoko and the others had agreed to go. Their class will be having a performance there in the afternoon. The script seems to be the original work of the young lady, and it really doesn't arouse any interest.

Anyway, it was still early before the performance and the three of them were not in a hurry, so they just wandered around the campus casually.

"I really miss it." An He looked at this Japanese-style campus with a youthful atmosphere. Although it was very different from the high school in his previous life, the atmosphere full of vitality and energy still made people feel like they were back to their youth.

"Come to think of it, Awa-kun should have gone to high school in China, right?" Miyano Shiho suddenly asked.

"Yeah, it was very hard." An He felt a little emotional, but as the memories came to him bit by bit, his expression gradually became numb.

".Wait, come to think of it, my high school life seems pretty boring."

His smile froze on his face.

"We have to get up at 6 o'clock every day, and we can't go back to the dormitory until 10:30 in the evening. The total class time is up to 12 hours a day. The food in the school cafeteria is terrible. Even in winter, the wind is so strong that it can cut your face, but we are forced to run exercises. There are only two days of vacation a month."

“There is absolutely nothing to be missed, okay?!!”

He held his face in disbelief.

“How did I survive high school?”

Miyano Shiho looked at him with sympathy, and even Conan raised his head in great shock.

"Well, I heard that the education there is a bit strict, but it shouldn't be to this extent."

Conan seemed to have heard something out of the ordinary: "Are you really not describing some black factory?"

"No, it's not an exaggeration at all." An He held his heart sadly.

"Things like school festivals, cultural festivals, school trips and after-school clubs basically only exist in fantasy works."

"All we have are endless monthly exams, mid-term exams, baseline exams and mock exams."

"Oh, right." An He remembered something and added, "There are also twelve sets of test papers for each subject during the classic three-day holiday."

"." Conan couldn't help but shudder.

He suddenly realized how precious it was that he could finish school at four in the afternoon and had no homework.

"In fact, most high schools are not like Teitan." Miyano Shiho looked around, "There should be quite a few schools in Japan with strict management, and many of them have evening self-study classes."

"But I don't really understand it." She spread her hands, "After all, I didn't even go to high school for a few days."

Conan looked up at her speechlessly.

Damn, it’s the genius’s show-off self-mockery!
"But then again, Teitan's school festival is really a very typical school festival." Anhe looked at the activities held by different classes. "Most of them are the classic three-piece set of maid cafes, haunted houses, and fried noodles shops."

"After all, it is the safest and most hassle-free plan." Conan sighed, "Most of the equipment and costumes can be directly used from previous years or school clubs."

Last year, their class was a standard maid cafe, and Xiaolan and Sonoko were very interested in having him wear a maid costume.

Fortunately, a case happened on the way, which allowed him to escape.

"Ah, it's a little different." An He found something that looked interesting. "It looks like they're doing divination."

Although it is a classic idea, it stands out among the many similar stores.

"Maybe it's because there is a Beyonder who is good at divination in this class," Conan guessed.

"Do you want to go over and take a look?" asked Miyano Shiho.

"Let's go." An He walked towards the classroom.

Conan looked at the shadow of the god of death above his head, which was obviously invisible to others, and felt a little hesitant.

But seeing that the playful couple had already entered the classroom, he had no choice but to follow them: "Wait for me."

"Welcome to the Fortune Telling Club of Class 3-B." At the door of the classroom, there was a female high school student in a mysterious wizard robe who was in charge of reception.

She handed out three handwritten tickets to the three people.

"There's even a queue, business is good."

A few minutes later, it was their turn in the team.

"Excuse me, what do you want to predict?"

Behind the divination table, which was made of desks put together and covered with a dark purple star map tablecloth, a girl wearing a shaman-like robe sat behind it, her face hidden in the shadow of the hood, and spoke in a deliberately low voice.

Almost no one could notice that a strand of hair leaking out from his hood changed from light purple to dark blue in an instant.

"."

An He looked at the girl deeply, and a question mark popped up in his head.

?

Why is this weak witch coming here to join in the fun?
This isn't your school, is it?

Of course he could recognize that this hiding guy was Koizumi Akako.

However, Miyano Shiho and Conan are obviously not as sharp as him.

"I want to predict whether my love life will be smooth sailing in the future."

Miyano Shiho thought about it and asked calmly without paying attention to Anhe next to her.

"Oh, haha. Ahem, that's a really frank question." Miss Witch covered her lips pretentiously, suppressing her signature laughter that almost revealed her secret. Then she reached under the table and pulled out a crystal ball from somewhere.

An He's eyelids twitched.

No, this guy really wants to show his true abilities?

By the way, didn’t her crystal ball break a long time ago?
Tsk, should we say that they are worthy of being a witch family with a deep financial background?
"Oh my." Koizumi Akako pretended to be surprised, causing Miyano Shiho to frown slightly.

After secretly looking at her reaction, the evil-minded witch was finally satisfied.

"Don't worry, the crystal ball has revealed your future destiny. Your love life will be smooth."

Miyano Shiho's brows relaxed.

An He squeezed his eyes out and warned the "naughty" weak witch with his eyes.

"If you don't want your house to be destroyed, then just do your fortune telling!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Miyano Shiho stepped aside from her seat, and it was Conan's turn.

Conan glanced at the shadow of the Grim Reaper above his head with concern again, vaguely feeling that it had a tendency to swing its scythe at the fortune teller in front of it.

".My little friend, what do you want to divine?"

For some reason, he always felt that the voice of the fortune teller in front of him was a little stiff.

"Uh, let me think about it."

Conan pondered for a moment, then asked seriously: "I wonder if my life will go well today."

(End of this chapter)