Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 71 Weird Live Broadcast
On the streets of Osaka, the red and blue car lights complement each other, forming a long dragon of light and shadow.

Above this long dragon is a white shadow that cuts through the night sky, like a swift white dove.

Miyano Shiho had just walked out of the campus of Osaka University. When she looked up, she saw Kaito Kidd flying gracefully in the sky, and a group of police cars with sirens blaring as they chased him on the ground.

There seemed to be two detectives, one big and one small, in the convoy. Even though they were a bit far away, she could vaguely see the dark skin of the man driving the motorcycle.

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She looked down at her phone and judging from the position on Line, the person in the sky should not be Awa-kun.

Although Awa-kun is very close to her.

buzz-

The phone vibrated. It was a live broadcast signal from Osaka TV.

Miyano Shiho wanted to close it, but saw a familiar face on the cover.

That was Pu Siqinglan, whom I had just met at noon, a suspicious woman who lied that she was from China.

She changed her mind temporarily and clicked in.

"935, 9661003."

As soon as she entered the live stream, she saw Pu Siqinglan leaning in front of the camera, counting something in a low voice.

"Okay, now that the required number of people has been reached, we can begin." In the picture, Pu Siqinglan smiled strangely, then took a few steps back, exposing her whole body to the camera.

Unlike the exaggerated cheongsam she wore at noon, Pu Siqinglan was now wearing a black combat uniform and holding a long-barreled pistol equipped with a ballistic compensator in her hand.

Although it was dim, she could still make out the environment around her. She should still be indoors in Osaka, but closer to the suburbs, perhaps on the rooftop of a building in the old city.

"Hello everyone, I'm Scorpion. You may not be familiar with me, but it's okay. In the next live broadcast, I will introduce myself in detail and what the name 'Scorpion Scorpion' means to the world's killers."

Miyano Shiho frowned.

She had met Pu Siqinglan, but the Pu Siqinglan in the live broadcast gave her a strange sense of "discomfort".

"During the more than ten years since I was wanted, I have collected more than 147 Romanov dynasty artifacts and treasures, and transported them to Sweden through various channels and hid them in the safe house I secretly built."

"On the dark web, because I like to collect these treasures and I usually aim at the right eye to kill the target, my peers call me 'Scorpion', which means poisonous scorpion. This code name also applies to the international wanted list, but it is not my name."

"I don't have a real name. I was born in the 'Red House Project', where I received most of my agent skills training. I escaped from the base after the project was broken, and began to wander around the world, living under the false identity of 'Pu Siqinglan'."

"The name Pu Siqinglan was taken from my ancestor, the evil monk Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin who brought disaster to the dynasty. I shuffled and reorganized his name and used it as my own name."

"I used to think that Rasputin was supreme. He became my spiritual support after I escaped from the base. That's why I was obsessed with collecting historical relics related to him and assassinating those who stigmatized Rasputin."

"But now I have woken up from that unrealistic dream."

She stared at the camera intently, her gray-brown eyes filled with bloodshot.

"He's a liar."

Pu Siqinglan smiled, and her smile was extremely twisted, revealing a sense of madness.

"He said that there are gods in his eyes, but I have seen real gods, and those are not the eyes of gods."

"He has defamed God, so he deserves to die."

puff-

A goosebump-inducing popping sound was heard, and Pu Siqinglan laughed crazily, poking his finger into his right eye and digging it out without hesitation.

As if that wasn't enough, she stuffed the eyeball into her mouth and chewed it. The fishy yellow translucent gel overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"I looked God in the eyes, so I deserve to die."

Pu Siqinglan suddenly calmed down, as if it was the calm before a storm.

Then she slowly raised the hand holding the gun, and a flattering smile appeared on her face again.

She stuffed the barrel of the gun into her right eye socket, which was now empty and oozing pus and blood, took a half step forward, and asked loudly in a happy and pious tone: "My great, dear Mr. A, are you still looking at me?"

boom!
Gunshots rang out and she fell off-screen.

After a while, the sound of sirens was heard in the distance. Osaka Prefecture dispatched most of its police force to hunt down Kidd, and the police finally arrived when the farce ended absurdly.

The camera was turned off and the live broadcast was cut off.

Miyano Shiho put away her phone and digested what she had just seen.

There is no doubt that Pu Siqinglan is crazy.

But she was too crazy and weird. She was an international wanted criminal with strong psychological qualities. She was not afraid even when her weaknesses were exposed. It was hard to imagine that such a person would swallow a gun on live broadcast.

Moreover, she deliberately chose the time when Kaito Kid was taking action, as most of the attention of the police and TV stations was distracted. No one could stop her from hacking into the TV station in these ten minutes and then pushing her live broadcast to the mobile phones of nearby Internet-connected people.

Absurd in an extremely rigorous way.

"Teacher Miyano." A familiar voice came from behind. Miyano Shiho turned around and saw Anhe, who was holding two double scoops of ice cream in his hand.

One is vanilla and one is matcha.

"Did you see that live broadcast?" Miyano Shiho took the matcha flavored one.

"I saw it, it's really scary." An He took a bite of ice cream and sighed, "He looked fine at noon, how could he go crazy?"

Miyano Shiho took a small sip and ended up icing it.

"Do you think the Mr. A she mentioned is her imagination or a real person?"

"Who knows?"

"If it really exists, maybe one day it will find an innocent person."

"Maybe they only 'look after' bad people?" An He raised his eyebrows. "Don't they say that gods are very kind?"

"Then do you think I'm a bad person?" Miyano Shiho asked back.

"It shouldn't count, right?" An He pretended to think about it, then laughed, "If it counts, let Him come find me too, after all..."

"We are accomplices."

"You are such a smooth talker. I don't know how many girls have fallen for your mouth." Miyano Shiho said lightly, holding the ice cream in her hand and waiting for the surface layer to melt.

"Don't make up a love story for me." An He finished his ice cream in a few seconds, walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi. "That lady should have arranged accommodation for us, right? I don't want to look for a hotel in the cold wind."

All he planned to do now was to quickly find a warm and comfortable room, then snuggle into bed and sink into his spiritual island to digest his promotion.

what?
What about the promise made to Kuroba Kaito?
Of course it was a pigeon.

After all, he is not Kidd and does not need to be punctual or keep his promises.

(End of this chapter)