Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 92 An attempt

Mingmei didn't raise the stakes for three rounds, so it's obvious that she didn't have an A in her hand. If Miyano Shiho was plotting something, she should have questioned him and closed the net at this stage, but she didn't, and chose to make a safe transition.
From this point of view, out of her two previous increases, only one was real!

"Question! Question!"

Amon started yelling in the cage, and Anhe's blood boiled as well, and he fought with the momentum to turn the situation around.

"Just do as Amon said, question it!!"

He flipped open the deck of cards aggressively.

Then he stood there in a daze.

"How can it be"

In addition to the two Aces he added, there were exactly two Aces in the deck.
He turned over the hidden card again in disbelief.

In addition to the target card that had already been turned over, the remaining four cards were an A, a trump card, and two invalid cards.

All the valid cards are here.

"."

Why do you start to be honest at this time?
".Huh?"

Amon noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he tilted his head and quietly shrank into the corner of the birdcage.

"Let's eat, Awa-kun?" The coldness on Miyano Shiho's face disappeared, replaced by a deep smile, and she pinched a piece of biscuit and put it to his mouth.

Anhe ate it with tears in her eyes, and her face turned red from the strong taste of mustard.

Miyano Akemi looked at his miserable condition and felt a little sympathy, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel fortunate.

“Fortunately, I’m lucky.”

Miyano Shiho brought the coconut water over, patted An He on the back to calm him down, and then nodded: "I've been very lucky recently. The results of several experiments to adjust the drug ingredients are moving towards the expected effect."

An He suddenly came to his senses.

His eyes fell on the cross bracelet on Miyano Shiho's right wrist.

He's so stupid, really.

He just knew that he couldn't use his extraordinary abilities to cheat, and he would lose a lot of fun.

But he forgot that the talismans on these two people came with a lucky halo, which meant that he had no fun today.

After realizing this, An He decisively chose to let go of his spiritual intuition and threw away his unnecessary burdens, and only then was he able to barely create a relatively fair gaming environment.

But his destroyed gaming experience is gone forever.

However, the process of playing Flying Chess and Monopoly is quite good. The competitiveness of these games is relatively not that strong, and they are more like providing an atmosphere of "chatting around the fireside".

Indeed, everyone chatted about everything, talking about what had happened in school recently, about murders they had encountered on the road, and about interesting stories and trivia in the research institute.

"Come to think of it, I've been having a feeling at the research institute lately, like I'm being spied on by someone." Miyano Shiho casually mentioned her strange feeling while taking a bite of a matcha cookie left over from the game.

"Peeping Tom?" An He raised his eyebrows. "Given the security level of the institute, it's unlikely that there will be any suspicious elements, right?"

"I thought so too. I was alert and observed for a while, but I didn't find anything."

Miyano Shiho nodded, but she was obviously not really relieved.

Anhe took it a little more seriously. He knew that Miyano Shiho was actually very creative. Sometimes, what he arranged in his mind could be captured by her sixth sense.

Her worries might not be unfounded.

Time flies, and happy family game time is gone in a flash.

Despite the lifting of the so-called "nine o'clock ban", it was impossible for Shiho Miyano to let him stay here at 11 o'clock.

"I'm very happy today." Miyano Shiho, Ai and Amon sent him to the opposite door, and suddenly spoke to him.

There was a moving light in her lake blue eyes.

"Thank you, Awa-kun."

An He was a little uncomfortable with her undisguised expression of kindness.

"Mr. Miyano, please be normal. I'm scared." Miyano Shiho's face turned cold: "Oh? Do you prefer me to treat you like this? You are such a disgusting maggot."

It didn't last long, and she smiled again: "Just kidding."

"Good night."

She stuffed Ai and Amon into his arms.

".Good night."

An He watched her go back, then lowered his head and looked into the eyes of Xiao Ai in his arms.

"Gah?"

Amon pecked the cage and tilted his head.

That night, Conan had a dream.

In his dream, he vaguely came to a room that looked like a clinic, surrounded by cold white walls. The room was simply furnished with only a chair in the middle, facing the desk in front.

He wanted to observe the environment carefully, but for some reason, he couldn't concentrate. Even the patterns on the desk were difficult to distinguish.

It was as if some invisible force was preventing him from seeing all this.

very quiet.

It doesn't seem so quiet.

The distant and illusory sound of slight waves came from all directions. Conan wanted to chase it, but it disappeared as if it were an illusion.

"Oh, a lost child."

A gentle and steady voice sounded, and a figure in a long white coat appeared from nowhere. Conan looked at this space without a "door" and did not realize the strangeness of this scene.

"A rare guest."

The figure was shrouded in a ball of light, making it impossible to see the face clearly. Or rather, even if one could see it clearly, it would not be distinct and would not leave a clear impression.

Conan was distracted for a moment, and intuitively felt that the white robe looked familiar. But when he was about to get a definite understanding, he suddenly realized that it was a plain coat.

It seems to be somewhere between a priest's robe and a white coat. When you develop a familiar sense of it, it will immediately move closer to another existence, until you subtly give up pursuing its true appearance in this change.

Conan couldn't see the figure clearly, but the pair of golden eyes as clear and pure as a baby's were like warm sunshine, deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

"You are."

The rationality that he had relied on for so long was almost rusty at this moment. Conan tried hard to push forward his stagnant thoughts and asked with difficulty.

The figure chuckled, and his golden eyes like the warm sun burned brightly in the void, stinging Conan's eyes.

"You can't afford to know my real name yet."

"But it's relatively safe, you might call me."

"Mr. A."

call--

Countless gray fogs turned into surging waves, destroying this space that could not even be called "solid". The gentle figure was shrouded in heavy fog, and even the dazzling light like the sun was gradually fading away. The gray fog rolled and surged in front of Conan, and finally formed a distant "barrier".

Broken dream.

Conan sat up suddenly, but his mind was surprisingly clear.

Unlike being awakened by a start, his heartbeat was unprecedentedly steady and his breathing was so gentle that it seemed as if he was still sleeping soundly.

It's like having a good dream.

".Dream?"

He muttered to himself somewhat uncertainly.

But no matter how hard I try to recall, I can't capture even the slightest trace of memory about this dream.

(End of this chapter)