Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 56 The Most Unfair Codename Member
"Yeah, it's me, Tequila."

Tequila placed the suitcase next to the sink, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and made a call.

slam-la-

He turned on the faucet, and a stream of water as thick as two fingers hit the porcelain wall, making a stirring sound of water, which covered up the sound of his phone call.

"The deal is done, it's a done deal."

"When did you become as paranoid as Gin, Vodka?"

"I will meet up with you before dusk as promised. Remember to remind Gin to bring the new equipment I want. I don't want to work in vain because of his 'noble forgetfulness'."

clang!

Tequila looked back alertly and found that a little boy had dropped coins on the ground in front of the vending machine outside the door and was picking them up hurriedly.

".No, just a little ghost."

"After all, this is still a conference venue. It's not that safe. I won't say any more. I'm going to hang up now."

"See you tonight."

He hung up the phone and was about to put away his phone, pick up his suitcase and leave when the door of the compartment next to him suddenly opened.

Tequila subconsciously moved sideways to make room for the sink.

However, after seeing who came out, he frowned.

It was a guy wearing a funny clown mask, in contrast to the decent and neat white suit he was wearing.

They were probably performers invited by the event organizer to warm up the audience.

Tequila guessed and stopped paying attention to the man. After all, staring at someone was very offensive, and his identity was sensitive, so he shouldn't cause trouble.

However, a sound of breaking air came from the side.

Bang.

A dull crashing sound.

As a member of the code-named action team, Tequila's skills are not bad. He reacted quickly and blocked the clown's sudden attack.

"Who is it?" His eyes turned sinister. Judging from the sense of power coming from his arms and the fighting skills he just glimpsed, this clown was obviously not an ordinary person.

The clown didn't reply, but let out a low, weird chuckle under his funny mask. Then he turned his waist and abdomen, retracted his hands and changed his moves, kicking Tequila in the abdomen with a powerful sideways kick.

Tequila subconsciously followed his fighting instinct and tried to block with the briefcase in his hand.

Seeing his movements clearly, the clown forced himself to retract his strength, and used the momentum of the kick to press forward and bully him.

Suddenly——

There was no real contact of fists and kicks, only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other. Tequila leaned to the right and narrowly avoided the attack.

But the clown sneered as if he had succeeded, and showed the black mobile phone in his hand.

Tequila's expression changed instantly and he reached for his pocket.

The cell phone is gone.

"Although I don't know which family sent you, I will make you understand the consequences of prying into things that you shouldn't pry into!"

Tequila took a few steps back to create some distance and quickly pulled his hands out of his pockets.

boom!
Boom! !
Under the effect of the silencer, the fire flashed and disappeared, and three bullets formed a triangle, pointing directly at the clown's chest and head.

Almost at the same time he fired the gun, the Joker moved, as if he had predicted it.

The bullet narrowly grazed the edge of the white suit, leaving scratches with a burnt smell.

shhh-

He walked as fast as the wind, and his figure disappeared on the spot like a ghost. Two streaks of light that left afterimages flew out from his sleeves.

Almost immediately Tequila raised the suitcase, intending to block it.

Seeing this, the clown finally laughed.

"hehe."

The card that turned into flowing light easily pierced through the black suitcase and nailed to the tile wall behind Tequila, making a buzzing sound. It was obviously just an ordinary card, but it seemed as hard as iron.

And it was too late for Tequila to be shocked by this.

Because in the next moment, he faintly smelled the smell of burning gunpowder, and the suitcase in his hand trembled unnaturally.

boom! ! !
The flames did not care about anyone's feelings and rushed out of the cage impatiently, wreaking havoc in the small space with surging flames.

"No"

At the end of Tequila's consciousness, he saw the sun and felt the warmth from the sun personally.

The horrific explosion swallowed up everything in him.

Almost the entire bathroom turned into a hell, with raging flames and smoke turning it into a paradise.

The explosion was so loud that all the tourists in the venue were startled. Those who were closer and knew about the situation were in a panic, while those who were far away mostly looked over here to find out what was going on.

Conan stood outside the ruins of the restroom with a solemn expression.

He had previously attached the bug to a coin, and using the illusion of dropping the coin to throw the bug to the ground not far from the tequila, he then received the signal from a distance through the transmitter on his glasses, thus escaping the danger.

However, the bug conveyed everything to him faithfully.

“They used a bomb.”

What kind of secrets are hidden behind these men in black?
"Conan!" Ran Maoli heard the noise and ran over anxiously through the crowded crowd, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Conan shook his head and looked at the explosion scene filled with fireworks, feeling very heavy.

"Call the police first, Sister Xiaolan, and remind others not to get too close. It's hard to guarantee that there won't be a secondary explosion."

Behind the crowd, a white figure in a suit and tie was holding a half-burned cigarette and silently staring in the direction of the explosion.

"Ahem." A tourist nearby protested in dissatisfaction: "Can you please have some public morality? This is a public place!"

"Oh, sorry." An He smiled apologetically, put it out, and then turned and walked out of the venue.

"Where have you been today?"

When Anhe returned to the apartment, it was not Ai who greeted him, but Miyano Shiho who was occupying a corner of the sofa.

Xiao Ai nestled in her arms very quietly, and didn't seem to have any intention of doing anything rash.

"I went to a game exhibition." An He had no intention of fooling around and answered honestly.

"Rice Flower Building, Mantiantang new work press conference?"

"Ah."

Miyano Shiho opened her phone and pulled up the news page. "What happened this afternoon has already been reported in just two hours. There was an explosion there, and unfortunately, someone was killed?"

"correct."

"It's a pity that I didn't blow you up." She sneered and stopped petting the cat. "Tell me why your phone is turned off. You'd better give me a reasonable reason."

"Uh," An He thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "No power?"

"Ah."

"There's just no electricity." An He said seriously.

"Mr. Audience who claims that he never lies?" Miyano Shiho said in a sarcastic tone.

“Now I am a fortune teller.”

"Well, great fortune teller, I didn't know you had the guts to kill people like this."

"Mr. Miyano, you have misunderstood me a little too deeply." An He was a little helpless. "This matter really has nothing to do with me. I just happened to attend a game conference that I was interested in, and I happened to encounter this matter."

"If you don't believe it, just wait until everything is clear tomorrow and then look at the results. This kind of gossip media that only cares about rumors usually has no beginning or end."

"You know it very well." Miyano Shiho narrowed her eyes.

"He is a fortune teller after all."

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I've been feeling a little depressed lately. Actually, it's a bit of an exaggeration to say that I'm depressed. It's more complicated.

I am a person who never gives up, so what can I do with my complicated mood? So I just wrote some words, so I buried my head in seclusion and wrote a little more than usual.

Then I looked up and saw that there seemed to be quite a few manuscripts saved.

I then decided to post two more chapters today, and to say a few words at the end of this chapter.

It's not a particularly big deal, just a little puzzling.

The growth in performance of this book from the beginning to now has been completely beyond my expectations. From the opening of the book to its signing, my best hope was to work hard on the first round of promotion and then have it smoothly on the shelves and receive the minimum living allowance.

I’m ashamed to say that even though the outline and basic settings took me a lot of time to finalize, that’s just how confident I am.

To my surprise, this book has made it to the second round of recommendations, and looking at the data, there is still room for improvement. Maybe I can even hope for the third round. This is inseparable from the support and love of all book friends. Now I am so happy every day when I see the skyrocketing recommendation votes and monthly votes.

I am the kind of author who hates "no feedback", so I am very reluctant to work in isolation. I will read almost all the comments, make fine adjustments to the details based on everyone's feedback, and make some responses as appropriate.

Then I noticed something strange.

We just launched the second round of promotion, less than 24 hours later, but the rate of comments increased faster than the previous 10 words combined. At first, I had some illusions, wondering if it was possible that we got some traffic from nowhere. But when I went to check, I found that almost all the new comments in 24 hours were negative.

Let it be a bad review. I have a relatively calm attitude towards myself and can accept criticism. I have no intention of deleting any comments. I respect everyone's freedom to comment on this work.

But some of the comments really made me laugh, there was a sense of "human-machine" (no offense to anyone, just a description).

It feels like they didn't even click on the first chapter of this book, just glanced at the introduction, and then accurately grasped a word that satisfied them, and then left these comments that I don't know how to respond to.

I would not say the performance of this book is good, nor bad, it is probably at an average level. I have read other books written during the same period, they are all excellent and put a lot of pressure on me. I am personally a relatively Buddhist and do not have any idea of competing.

Well, it would be a lie to say that I have no idea at all.

In fact, the most important thing is that there were almost no other Conan fan works competing with me during the same period. It was a relatively narrow track, and there was no such thing as involution or not.

For a moment I even wondered if I shouldn't put most of the settings in the introduction?

In the end, I felt that there was no need to change it. After all, this is a process of mutual selection between the author and the readers. I listed the eye-catching and sensitive points in advance. Those who can accept it will naturally be attracted, and those who cannot accept it will not waste time. The starting point is so large, there will always be something suitable for each other.

What I am most proud of is the flash of inspiration that gave me the idea to incorporate mysterious elements into the Conan world. Although I am not the first person to do this, it is undeniable that it paved a smooth road for this book. I believe that most book lovers clicked in because they were attracted to it.

Please call me the Lord of Drainage (Music).

If the mysterious potion system cheat code is the cornerstone of this book, then the subsequent "triple personality" and "single female protagonist" are my "personal goods" that I added on my own initiative. They are restrictions that prevent this book from reaching a wider audience, but I don't regret doing so. Why?

The answer is simple, because of the "comfort zone".

I can choose not to write about the "three personalities" perspective which can easily become toxic, and I can also choose not to write about a single female protagonist. In the Conan world, the harem is a good choice, but the problem is that I have my own complete ideas for these two themes and my own unique inspirations. When I start writing, I will not fall into exhaustion and fail to write the plot.

This has been tested in practice. I am not a complete newcomer. I have published several books that were all failures, and then I found that this approach suits me, so this book came into being.

There are really quite a lot of Conan novels on Qidian. I won’t talk about the top few ones as everyone should know. I don’t have any big ambitions. I just want to write this book steadily, so I have a very clear positioning for myself, just like what the introduction said, light on cases and heavy on daily life, and then try to make the potion sequence interesting within the Conan world view.

My writing skills are just so-so. I can't write any serious texts, and I don't have any talent for case reasoning, so I just consider bringing some relaxing and daily fun to everyone. As for those stories about deep hatred and vengeance, they are not suitable for me, nor for Conan.

Back to the original reason for writing this paragraph, regarding those negative reviews in the book review section, just leave them there. It is equivalent to half a signboard, allowing other readers with the same "toxic points" to take a detour and not waste time or energy leaving the same negative reviews.

I don't want to speculate on other people's dark thoughts. After all, as I said at the beginning, this book has no competitors in the same field at the same time.

Writing skills are not something that can be significantly improved overnight. I can only say that I am learning slowly and trying to give friends who are willing to read it a better reading experience.

Also, regarding the listing, I don't know if it can reach the third round. If there is a chance to go to the third round, it may be listed later. After listing, the number of updated words will be adjusted to 10,000 per day. As for the duration, let's set it at one month. As for whether it will be extended, we'll talk about it later.

The current inventory is still optimistic, plus I’m still motivated to write, so even if it’s not put on the shelves, there may be “extra updates” from time to time. In addition to the scheduled updates at 10 o’clock every day, you can wait and see if there are any surprises.

Of course, there probably won’t be any more “short essays” like today’s, haha (great read).

I don’t have any financial pressure at the moment and I have plenty of time. In fact, for me, it’s already very good if everyone can see this book. Woohoo, I will work hard on writing.

That’s all I have to complain about.

Thank you to everyone who has read this for supporting this book.

(End of this chapter)