Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 47 Don't offend the literary youth easily

As the sky gradually darkened, the red setting sun lingered on the edge of the horizon and refused to leave.

The car was very quiet. Miyano Akemi was still sighing over what happened in the Ikemura family, while Miyano Shiho simply hadn't gotten enough sleep. The aura around her was soft and her eyes were a little dazed.

It was clearly evening, but An He sensed an emotion called tenderness in the slowly moving car.

"Sister Mingmei, please stop in front for a moment. I'm going to buy some cat snacks. We are running low at home."

An He spoke up when they were about to pass the pet shop.

Miyano Akemi nodded, turned the steering wheel left and parked on the side of the road.

An He entered the pet shop and soon came out carrying a bag of things and a cage in his hand.

Miyano Shiho raised her eyes and saw a black ball in the cage.

“Are you going to turn your apartment into a zoo?”

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

"Be careful if Ai fights with this bird."

"I'll make sure the cage is closed."

Seeing Anhe's firm attitude towards raising the bird, Miyano Shiho said nothing more, adjusted her posture, found a more comfortable angle, leaned against the window and closed her eyes again.

It was already nine o'clock when they returned to the apartment late. The three hungry people did not complain and made a simple curry with the leftover beef from last night for dinner.

Miyano Shiho was so sleepy that she couldn't resist it, so she ordered Anhe to help Miyano Akemi wash the dishes, and she went back to her room early.

After finishing the dishwashing, An He carried the bird cage back to his apartment.

This black guy is quite patient. It has been several hours since I brought it back from the pet store, and I haven't let it fall into the air casually.

When I opened the door, I saw the energetic Xiao Ai squatting in the porch, with an overturned pair of slippers under its butt, and it seemed to be using the slippers as a cushion.

For some reason, An He always felt that he could read some displeasure in its blue eyes.

Next to the feeder, the can of cat food that was opened for Xiao Ai in the afternoon had been eaten up. It seemed that although this guy was picky about food, he would not choose to waste food.

After hanging the bird cage on a wall away from the cat climbing frame, An He stacked the replenished cat snacks by category, then went back to the bedroom to find his pajamas and took a shower first.

After washing away his tiredness, An He blew dry his hair, forced Xiao Ai onto his lap and jerked her off for a few times, then turned on the computer and started choosing a game to play before bed for tonight.

The new work "Bot Dreams: The New Generation" recently released by Mantangtang?
The decision is yours!

Purchase and download the game.

An He found the game controller he had bought earlier from the drawer, connected it to the console, and looking at the familiar style on the screen, he couldn't help but smile with relief.

Although the name is slightly different, it is obvious that this is the manufacturer he is familiar with and the well-known IP.

very nice.

Half an hour later, watching the high-level balls in the backpack disappear one after another and the wild flash quasi-god on the screen still jumping around in a mocking manner, An He directly used the red temperature to force shut down the host.

sleep!

As his consciousness gradually sank, the figure of the fortune teller An He solidified on the island of his mind.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Slow?" The thief An He came up to him cheerfully, "Brother Slow is finally back?" The audience An He sat on a wooden barrel taller than a person and said in a faint voice: "I am a slow fortune teller. I am not as cynical as the thief, nor am I like the audience. I never lie - but I don't tell all the truth."

"Enough!" The fortune teller An He blushed visibly. He didn't feel anything when he said it at the time, but when these two people repeated it in such a weird tone, his belated sense of shame finally started to take effect.

"Don't worry, slow-witted brother?" The thief An He swayed her body timidly, acting like a disgusting little woman, and said shyly, "I have also been suffering in the torture of ice and fire."

Audience member An He raised his glass: "Cheers to the great spring scientist."

There were actually wisps of white smoke coming out from the fortune teller An He's head. The thief An He waved his hand over his head and exclaimed, "Awesome!"

Then he was pinned to the ground and hammered by the angry fortune teller An He.

"Look at it in a positive way, fortune teller." The audience Anhe moved away to avoid the blood splattering on them. "Maybe we are actually helping you complete the ritual."

"You can feel whether the potion has been digested or not and you will know for yourself."

The fortune teller An He got up from the dead fish-like thief An He and found that the potion had been partially digested.

However, there is still a clear distance to go before promotion.

"It does have some effect, but why didn't I get promoted directly?" he asked puzzled.

The thief An He raised his hands tremblingly: "It must be your own problem, because we really want to laugh from the bottom of our hearts, uh-woo!"

The fortune teller An He silently added another kick.

"What the thief said should be right. The fact that you were not able to complete the promotion directly only means that the ceremony was not complete. Perhaps it was because your 'performance' was not active enough, and your identification with the identity of 'clown' was not deep enough. After all, you said those words sincerely."

The audience echoed.

The fortune teller An He felt itchy at the thought of letting these two newborns have fun again.

“Although you were not promoted to Sequence 7 directly, your ability should have been strengthened accordingly as your potion digestion became deeper. It wasn’t a wasted effort.” An He, a spectator who was promoted the fastest and had a deeper understanding of potions, guessed so.

What he said was true. After the digestion progress increased, the fortune teller could also "advance" some of the abilities from the next sequence like the audience.

The castrated version of the flame jump can complete a quick jump through the flames within the line of sight, achieving a similar "flash" effect.

However, because it is a castrated version, it is not as handy as the real Sequence 7. Currently, the spiritual reserve of the Sequence 8 Clown can only support him to use it twice in a short period of time, and he does not have the ability to create fire out of thin air.

"Forget it. I won't bother with you." The fortune teller An He's anger came and went quickly. Anyway, An He and the others knew each other well, and they could only be sarcastic to each other on the island of their minds, which would not affect his reputation in reality.

"I bought the crow you wanted for you." Thinking of being used as a purchasing tool, the fortune teller An He mentioned this with a little displeasure.

However, after he said this, the expressions of both the thief lying on the ground and the spectator sitting on the wine barrel became complicated.

"The crow you bought," the thief An He hesitated to speak.

"What's wrong with the crow?" The fortune teller An He was a little confused by them.

Audience member An He waved his hand, and the mist surged, revealing two black shadows.

He pointed to the black bird with a round head, a long beak and no crest.

".Is it possible that this is a crow, and the one you bought is called a starling?"

(End of this chapter)