Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 69 I think I also have a sister's accent

"My name in Chinese is pronounced 'Pu Si Qing Lan'."

I have to say that as an internationally renowned killer, Pu Siqinglan has a very good psychological quality. Even though he is speaking with a shaky northern accent, he behaves as if it is very natural.

All I can say is that some people are more gifted in terms of belief.

To Miyano Shiho and Anhe, who understood Chinese, the crude spoken language could not be concealed at all. But to others who did not know Chinese very well, the slight flaws in the tone could not be noticed by them.

An He narrowed his eyes, silently picked up the teacup to moisten his throat, and did not suddenly attack, letting her get away with it for the time being.

There was a harmonious atmosphere at the table.

A hint of hostility flashed across Pu Siqinglan's gray pupils.

After dinner, Pu Siqinglan said goodbye.

Mao Lilan and others finally came to Osaka, and planned to go around before the exhibition started, and were discussing which famous attractions to visit.

"I won't go. There is a seminar in the afternoon, so I need to go to Osaka University in advance." Miyano Shiho yawned and turned her wrist to look at the watch.

"Ah?" Suzuki Sonoko was disappointed. "But our first stop is that shrine that is said to be very accurate. How about we draw a fortune before we leave?"

“I don’t really like being late.”

Miyano Shiho is not very interested in these metaphysical things. If she must say, it might not be as accurate as Anhe's divination.

"Let Awa-kun draw it for me."

"Can this thing also be used as a substitute for others to draw?" An He was a little amused.

"If you don't like it, forget it." Miyano Shiho didn't bother to joke with him, and turned around and said, "I'm leaving."

"Hey." An He called her, "Mr. Miyano!"

"You better be fine."

"Here." An He took out his cell phone and shook it at her.

"understood."

Miyano Shiho felt a little helpless, and took out her cell phone and shook it like she was teasing a child.

"It's always on. I'm not you."

After seeing Miyano Shiho off, everyone started the parade as planned.

Nanbo Hotei Shrine, a famous Shinto shrine in Osaka, is famous for its extremely accurate fortune-telling.

Under the guidance of the witch, everyone took turns walking to the shrine, put their hands together and bowed according to the worship procedure, then threw in a five-yuan coin, pulled the bell, and bowed again.

After finishing all this, draw a paper lot from the lot holder nearby.

The girls were given priority and after they received their paper signatures one by one, it was soon Anhe's turn.

He bowed casually, then threw the five yuan change he had with him into the cash box. Just as he was about to pull the bell, he heard a slight clicking sound.

There was a long crack on the wooden statue in the shrine.

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An He silently withdrew his hand, looked around quietly, and found that no one noticed this scene. He breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed perfunctorily and moved to the lottery box.

"what?"

The next in line was Conan. This boy had sharp eyes and must have noticed the cracks on the statue, and was completely confused.

An He pretended not to hear and drew two lottery tickets from the lottery box.

He closed his eyes and shuffled the two pieces of paper. He silently said in his mind that the first one was from Mr. Miyano, and then opened his eyes.

Big bad.

After a moment of silence, Anhe tried to recall his impression of Miyano Shiho in his mind.

Not too big.
Ahem, my line of thinking is off track.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the signature.

[About health: Going out at night may bring bad luck.] The operation of the classic riddler of the charlatan.

An He looked at the one that belonged to him.

Xiaoji.

【About career: Maybe not the best outcome. 】

Feudal superstition.

An He took photos of the two paper signs and then hung them on the tree.

"I won the lottery!"

From the other side came Mao Lilan's surprised cry, Suzuki Sonoko and Toyama Kazuha also came over.

Well, this is the world of the European Emperor.

After coming out of the shrine, the two detectives, East and West, could no longer hold back and no longer wanted to move slowly with the girls, so they began to get restless.

"Hey, Kazuha!" Hattori Heiji stopped walking, "I'll leave these two in your care."

"What about you, Heiji?" Toyama Kazuha looked back in confusion.

"Me?" The dark-skinned boy bared his big white teeth, "Of course I am responsible for greeting these two."

He grabbed Conan and Anhe's arms with both hands and forcibly pulled them to his position.

Mao Lilan was puzzled: "Why? Can't we go together?"

"Men have their own activities." Hattori Heiji said ambiguously, looking down at Conan, as if he wanted to get a response, but he couldn't straighten out his tongue after talking for a long time.

"Right? Gong, Gong. Conan?"

An He silently lowered her head to look at her phone, pretending not to hear his nonsense.

I have to say, it is really tiring to maintain an ignorant image in the face of these two guys with so many loopholes.

You never know when they might explode.

The men and women were divided into groups and separated at the shrine gate.

The girls rushed straight towards the commercial street.

Hattori Heiji and Conan subconsciously walked towards the art museum, with their hands in their pockets and their heads down in thought. After walking a distance, they realized that they were not the only two people there, and then they turned back to look at Anhe, their movements in perfect sync.

"Brother Anhe, shall we go?"

".What men's activities are you talking about?" An He was speechless for a moment, but still followed.

"Of course it's the secret code left by Kaito Kid." Hattori Heiji said as a matter of course.

"Uncle and his friends deduced that Kidd would appear around 3 a.m., but I always feel that there is something strange about their deduction. In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, it is better not to go too far."

"I feel the same way." Conan nodded in agreement, his tone serious, just like an adult, completely forgetting about pretending to be a child.

"The twelfth letter of the English alphabet is indeed L, which can be extended to 3 a.m. However, the Egg of Memory is obviously more closely related to Russian. The answer inferred from the English alphabet seems far-fetched no matter how you look at it."

"And at the end of the preview letter, it was not his usual signature, Kaito Kid, but the inexplicable 'Magician of the End of the Century'."

At this point, Conan raised his head and asked Xiang Anhe: "What do you think, Mr. Anhe?"

He had hope for this guy whose reasoning ability was almost as good as his father's, and wanted to hear a different opinion from him.

"Mr. Anhe?"

When he looked up, Conan was stunned to see An He nowhere to be found.

Then I saw someone paying at a takoyaki stand across the street.

"Me?" Holding the freshly baked takoyaki, An He picked one up with a bamboo stick and put it into his mouth, saying incoherently, "If possible, I'd better sit and watch. It's not bad to lie down, either."

"Hey, hey." Conan squeezed out dead fish eyes.

(End of this chapter)