Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 4 Audience
"When did you wake up?"

"Before you came in."

An He did not stay on this topic for too long, and said directly: "You should send me to be an experimental subject."

".We can be a mentor-student relationship."

“It can also be the relationship between the researcher and the researched.”

The room was silent, with only the occasional dripping of water from the untightened faucet making a crisp "tick-tick" sound.

"I heard that man call you Shirley before. What's your English name?"

An He quickly changed the topic, which made the brown-haired woman overwhelmed and hesitant.

Seeing her reaction, An He nodded, "It looks like it's not, so that's the code name."

Although he confirmed this, An He did not address her as such. Instead, he used the same tone as the researcher who handed over the data before: "Director Miyano, is this the process for recruiting people in your institute? Hypnosis, mind control, implanting a life experience that is not real, and if the effect is not good, they will become experimental subjects."

No response yet.

An He was not annoyed, but said in a cheerful voice: "If I want to become an experimental subject, can you give me a choice?"

"What choice?"

"Choose to be the subject of the experiment you are responsible for."

"Are you testing me?" The brown-haired woman was obviously not a fool. After An He tried to change the subject several times, she pulled herself out of a certain emotion in time and realized a fact.

"To be precise, I'm asking you for help." An He said seriously.

"I don't have the right to choose. The relationship between mentor and student, researcher and researched, no matter what kind of relationship it is, the choice is yours."

"I'm beginning to be interested in you."

"You have been interested in me for a long time, otherwise you wouldn't have continued chatting with me."

"Since you heard what he said, you should know that I am responsible for understanding your mental state. Communication is necessary."

"If you don't want to, force won't make you submit. Although we haven't known each other for long, I can still see this straightforward trait." An He shook his head, "And I can see that although your status here seems to be very high, you are not free."

“How come you see?”

The brown-haired woman took another sip of her coffee and looked at him with interest.

"That man showed no respect for you, and even used your unfinished work at will, but you were unable to resist. The researchers seemed to treat you as the 'director', but dared to disturb you at night and call you to stop before closing time to force you to do extra work. From this, it seems that you have no private space at all in this institute."

"Director Miyano, you need someone 'from your own side'."

An He laughed and flicked the hand with the needle inserted.

"Why should I do this?" The brown-haired woman remained rational and was not moved by his few words.

"Our situations are not equal right now. I can wait for more opportunities. The situation I'm facing is not fatal, but you are different. Without my protection, your life may be in danger."

"I told you, the choice is not mine, it's yours."

Anhe's expression remained unchanged.

“Whether it’s a mentor and a student, or a researcher and the researched, it’s just your relationship with me. Beyond that, I have another relationship independent of you.”

"what relationship?"

“The Spectator and the Observed.”

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There was another long silence.

"Well, Mr. Audience, it looks like it's time to say goodnight."

The brown-haired woman did not continue the conversation. She turned her wrist and looked at her small ladies' watch. She washed the kitten cup and put it back on the shelf. She watched the last drop of liquid in the infusion bag flow out and put it away. After pulling out the needle from Anhe's hand, she walked out the door.

"Compared to me, you have absolutely no private space. After all, I have an office of my own."

An He watched her walk to the door.

The brown-haired woman's fair hand fell on the light switch beside the door, but she did not press it.

"Miyano Shiho." Da.

Darkness falls.

"my name."

She closed the door.

The sound of light footsteps faded away.

At this moment, on the Island of the Mind, the fortune teller An He and the thief An He looked at each other, and saw a look of surprise in each other's eyes.

"What the hell?!"

"It's confirmed, this is the world of the Death God Elementary School Student." Audience An He reappeared on the Island of Mind, and seemed to be in a good mood.

After all, this is undoubtedly good news for him. Judging from Miyano Shiho's condition, the plot has probably not begun yet. Even if it has begun, it has definitely not developed for long.

If Kudo Shinichi hasn't turned small yet, he can complete the ceremony by just going over and taking a look. If he has already turned small, he will also be able to be promoted when Miyano Shiho turns small.

However, I still have to find a chance to check on Kudo Shinichi's situation. If I can be promoted one day earlier, I will have more initiative. Although this world cannot be said to be particularly dangerous, it is definitely not safe either.

Although he didn't remember the plot of most cases clearly, he still understood some basic settings, such as the fact that Gin and Vodka were also there on the day Kudo Shinichi became small.

"That's easy. I just need to keep an eye on Kaito Kid's movements. As a 'national idol', this guy's whereabouts are easy to find."

The thief An He also began to think about his own promotion. Rather than trying his luck in encountering a thief on the street, he was more interested in this eccentric thief.

"And I remember that most of the famous characters in this world are not very superstitious, right? This will be a help for your ritual."

He patted the fortune teller An He's shoulder with a smile, and received a pair of rolled eyes in return.

"Who will be next? Miyano Shiho should choose to protect us. At least we don't have to worry about our survival." asked the audience Anhe.

The thief An He behaved very casually, especially after learning that he would not be bored on the island of the mind.

"My role-playing rules require a more free environment. The fortune teller goes first."

He said to the fortune teller An He with a half-smile, "It just so happens that Miyano Shiho doesn't believe in fortune telling. You can try to win her over."

The fortune teller An He did not react at all, but became thoughtful.

Although they were split into three personalities, Anhe and the others still needed to rest, so they were silent all night.

The next day, An He woke up with a familiar tingling sensation.

"Do you have to give me the injection while I'm asleep?"

Looking at Miyano Shiho who was skillfully adjusting the infusion speed, Anhe couldn't help feeling helpless. He subconsciously wanted to rub his eyebrows, but the straitjacket restricted his movements, so he had to give up.

"Is this how you talk to your teacher, Awa-kun?"

Without even looking at him, Miyano Shiho put down the adjusted infusion tube, walked to the computer desk while speaking, picked up a packaged sandwich and tore open the packaging, then took an unlabeled can from the shelf, scooped out a dark blue sticky substance from it, and smeared it on.

The rich aroma of blueberries wafted through the laboratory. An He's nose twitched slightly and he raised his eyebrows: "Unique taste."

"Is this what you eat for breakfast?" he asked curiously.

"It's better than eating that."

Miyano Shiho glanced at the infusion bag and took small bites of the sandwich.

"So what's the other bottle?"

An He noticed another jar placed next to the blueberry jam. It also had no label and was obviously not a serious chemical either.

"I've run out of peanut butter. I plan to buy more next time I go out."

"Blueberry jam and peanut butter?" An He's expression finally wavered.

“That sounds really greasy.”

Miyano Shiho paused while eating, then nodded calmly: "Yeah, it's very greasy."

Although the fortune teller An He does not have as keen observation skills as the audience An He, one can still detect a fleeting melancholy on her face that is so exquisite that it looks like a work of art.

(End of this chapter)