Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 25 Prepare for a rainy day
On the Island of Mind, the thief An He is using the available materials to tinker with his disguise method, trying to copy the Phantom Thief Kidd to the greatest extent possible.

"Why did you go out and bring back a cat, and give it such a funny name?" The fortune teller An He had changed his outfit at some point, a brown suit with a top hat, and a Victorian-style gentleman's cane in his hand.

"Let's try." Spectator An He set up a wine cabinet in the middle of the island and placed the vodka he had successfully brewed on it.

"One more try. What, you want to be the Great Mr. Fool too?" The thief An He spoke in a harsh tone. Although it did not sound like he was mocking the audience An He, he was actually making a veiled accusation.

The fortune teller An He was silent for a while, walked up to him, picked out from a pile of materials, and finally took out a crystal monocle and put it on his right eye frame.

"You should wear this thing when you talk. It feels more in line with your character."

Audience member An He shook his head and sorted the bottles of wine into different categories. “This is just some preparation for what will happen after Sequence 7. You’ll know when the time comes.”

"Okay, I shouldn't have asked." The fortune teller An He cursed and threw down his cane.

"Fortune teller, if I'm not mistaken, your chance to be promoted is not far away." Audience member An He suddenly called him, "That ceremony is not as difficult as you think."

The thief An He also held up the disguised face he had just made and forced a stiff smile.

"By the way, although Ms. Miyano is a very rational person, for a rational person, a little bit of emotional outburst beyond her control will make her feel overwhelmed."

"I always feel that you two can't come up with anything good." The fortune teller Anhe muttered as he picked up his cane and floated to the surface of consciousness.

After the fortune teller An He surfaced, the thief An He put down his work and asked the audience An He curiously, "Are you almost Sequence 7?"

Audience member An He neither admitted nor denied it, but said ambiguously: "That depends on when the fortune teller will get the hang of it."

Although it was not stated, the thief understood it and nodded. He sighed and said, "I really envy you. I remember that a Sequence 7 psychologist can enter the sea of collective subconsciousness and reach the island of the mind of other creatures, right?"

"Of course I can, but if I'm only at Sequence 7, I can't hypnotize a creature that's too intelligent to the point of controlling its behavior. I need a Sequence 6 hypnotist to do that. So I plan to try it with a cat. If it works, I'll have more freedom of action in the future."

"Tsk."

The thief An He felt even worse when he thought that he had to be Sequence 4 to have the parasitic ability, and when he thought that even the fortune teller only needed Sequence 5, he felt even worse.

"If you succeed, tell me and we can work together on this big project." The thief suggested, "Think about it carefully, Kaito Kidd and the audience pigeons are totally over the top in strength."

"This is fine." Audience member An He imagined the vision he described and became interested.

"By the time you can enter the ocean of collective subconsciousness, do you still need to come back?"

The thief An He was a little curious.

"Of course I'll come back." An He, a spectator, said without hesitation, "Even if I had the ability to hypnotize humans, I would still come back. Why do I always use other people's bodies? Not to mention living people, I'm even uncomfortable using the bodies of dead people."

You know, no matter whether he traveled through the mysterious world in the past or traveled through to the scientific world now, An He was traveling through the body instead of the soul. In this respect, he still has some mental mysophobia.

"Then it seems that the three of us will have to make do with each other in the future." The thief An He was not surprised. After all, they were all An He, and they all had similar ideas in this regard.

"So this attempt is even more necessary." The audience An He had expected this, so he made this plan. Moreover, in this world, using an animal's body might be more effective than using a human's body. Anyway, the extraordinary ability will not be unable to be exerted just because of the animal's body.

An He yawned and got up from the bed after picking off the cat hair that had landed on him at some point. He was about to wash up when he saw the door of the room slowly open. A rag doll with pure white and fluffy fur walked in gracefully, holding a cat's tongue in its mouth.

Xiao Ai glanced at him indifferently, jumped onto the bed, put the cat strip next to him, and snorted coldly.

"I clearly put all the snacks on top of the refrigerator, how did you get them down?" An He was a little surprised. In order to prevent Xiao Ai from biting the cat snacks everywhere, he deliberately put all the things high up, and there was nothing near the refrigerator for it to leverage, but he still failed to stop the cat?

"Forget it, it seems that your motor nerves are pretty good."

An He didn't intend to argue with a kitten. "But a good cat should have good body management. You can only eat one cat strip a day. If you eat it now, there will be none left by night."

Xiao Ai licked her paw disdainfully and pushed the cat towards him, urging him to work faster.

An He got up, found a pair of scissors and cut the cat food. He spent some time feeding Xiao Ai, and only after this guy was satisfied did he have time to wash up.

When An He came out of the bathroom, he saw Xiao Ai sitting at the highest point of the cat climbing frame in the living room, looking down at him.

Looking at the time, it was almost time for lunch. An He clapped his hands and shouted to Xiao Ai, "Come down, I'll take you to see your mother."

There is nothing wrong with it. Without Miyano Shiho, there would be no "Ai". Based on this logic, there is nothing wrong with saying that Miyano Shiho is its mother.

I don't know whether this cat can understand human language, but when I called it, it really jumped down slowly, landed leisurely on the sofa, and stepped on the edge of the armrest.

An He took out the cat bag that was given to him when he bought the cat, put Xiao Ai in it, carried it on his back, left the apartment, and walked towards the White Dove Scientific Research Institute.

Being located in Haido Town, the apartment and the research institute are actually not that far apart, only about 20 minutes’ walk in total.

Just before dinner time, An He arrived outside the research institute.

The black-clad security guard guarding the gate outside the institute was not the same person each time, but no matter how they rotated, they all seemed to know An He and let him in without saying hello.

Since I brought a cat with me today, I couldn't enter places like the laboratory and the material room. Anhe had to wait outside Miyano Shiho's office until she finished her work.

Along the way, many researchers in white coats were seen. At first, An He thought they were all members of the organization, but later he dispelled this speculation.

After all, during the rehabilitation session, these people had always been businesslike, but as more and more of them came later, and after they knew that I was Director Miyano's student, they would even nod politely as a greeting when they passed by.

His mental outlook is more like that of an ordinary worker.

He took Ai out of the bag and held her on his lap to prevent her from running around. While stroking the cat, Anhe looked at the basic ecology of the research institute. This was also a must-do activity for him every time he waited for Miyano Shiho to get off work.

After a while, An He saw Teacher Miyano, who had a resentful look on his face, as if he had a menstrual disorder.

(End of this chapter)