Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 97 Divine Sacrifice
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, let's now enjoy the precious slides that Director Sakamaki left behind."

The emcee of the memorial service stood on the stage holding a microphone and directed the waiters to turn off the lights in the venue.

In an instant, the huge conference hall darkened, leaving only a not-so-bright soft light shining on the podium, reflecting the contents of the slides.

However, at this moment, a bright fire lit up in the darkness, and then slowly disappeared.

Then, wisps of smoke rose up, and the guests who were nearby could smell a pungent smell of smoke.

"Cough cough."

The clown's cough was particularly noticeable in the quiet venue.

Noticing the others' stares, he grinned.

"I've never smoked this before, so I'm not used to it. I'll be more careful next time. I'll be more careful next time."

He put out his cigarette and looked at the screen absentmindedly again.

In the darkness, Kenzo Masuyama watched this scene and couldn't help but feel a little murderous towards the clown.

If this guy keeps disrupting the venue like this, sooner or later someone will notice what he's doing in the dark.
He quietly glanced at the position of Councillor Tunkou Shigehiko not far away.

Just a little more. Just a little more.
He could use a silenced pistol to break the connection of the crystal chandelier, thus creating the illusion that Shigehiko Tsuguchi was accidentally killed!

Kenzo Masuyama silently estimated the distance in his mind, ready to pull out his gun in the darkness at any time.

But at this moment, he found something wrong.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

It was as if the whole world had suddenly fallen silent at this moment.

Kenzo Masuyama couldn't help but feel a panic that came from human instinct. When all sounds disappeared from this world, the deepest fear in his heart was awakened.

Silence, endless silence.

The guests around him were all watching the screen intently, and occasionally they would join in the applause, but there was no sound.

Even when Kenzo Masuyama deliberately touched them and took out a pistol and showed it in front of them, there was no reaction.

It was as if he disappeared from this world along with the sound.

He wanted to make a sound, but just opened his mouth in vain.

"Why are you so serious?"

The only voice came from behind him, and Kenzo Masuyama felt as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and almost burst into tears.

Then I saw a clown face painted in oil paint very close to me.

He had a strange smile on his face and gray-white mist in his eyes. Just by looking into his eyes for a moment, Kenzo Masuyama felt as if he had fallen into an abyss. He knelt on the ground in pain, holding his head.

It was like a thousand horses galloping in his mind, and countless maggots were trying to break through his skin and rush out of his temples.

There was only one indifferent and distant eye left in his world, covering the entire sky.

He felt his own insignificance from the bottom of his heart, and the trembling went deep into his bones.

Even the despair I just felt was not even one ten-thousandth of this fear.

"This is the first crime you committed, kidnapping a young girl and causing her to be frightened, so I deprived you of your 'sense of security'."

Kenzo Masuyama looked up blankly.

A burning breath began to brew in his body, gradually growing stronger, and finally turning into a raging fire that swallowed him up.

"Ah ...

He screamed with all his might, but not even the slightest sound came out.

The flames were illusory, but his lips began to dry, crack, and bleed.

The already old skin was cracked and blood was flowing between the cracks like erupting volcanic lava.

Without real fireworks, the blood could not evaporate, and he became a human spring, flowing happily.

In a silent explosion, he gradually became a charred corpse, his blood and flesh entangled into an indescribable gel, forming a strange and terrifying pilgrim sculpture.

"The second crime is imprisonment, causing him to find a way out on his own and endure excruciating pain."

The clown smiled and stroked the statue's head, and blood clots fell off. "So I grant you the fire of your soul to refine your body."

Kenzo Masuyama is still alive, but he has no room for thinking or action and is about to be lost in chaos with no end in sight.

'ho'

His remains gasped with their last breath, but still no sound was made.

"Oh, how pitiful."

The clown suddenly covered his mouth and said with sympathy: "What a painful torture this is!"

"but."

"If I say that all this is just an illusion, a fantasy that has never happened in reality—"

He opened his arms, like a saint bringing hope and salvation.

"Would you like to live?"

'ho'

Kenzo Masuyama used the last of his soul's strength to declare his desire to survive.

"very good."

The clown clapped his hands in satisfaction, then raised his index finger mysteriously: "Then read after me, word for word, without any mistakes."

Kenzo Masuyama heard a language that was different from any language he knew, with a unique rhythm and cadence, a language he had never heard before.

Almost instinctively, he repeated it with all his might, with a strong desire to survive.

boom! !

His world was cracked open one after another, and countless gray and white mists rushed in like a tide, surging with joy.

"congratulations."

The clown smiled happily.

"You have become the first human being in the world to chant my honorable name, and have provided valuable and effective data for our experiments."

"In return, I'll tell you a secret."

He moved closer and whispered beside the flesh sculpture's "ear": "Actually, I was lying to you."

"Before you chant the holy name, this is really just an illusion."

"But after you recited this honorific name in ancient Hermetic language, it really collapsed and became a reality."

“I didn’t expect this.”

There was no room for despair left for Kenzo Masuyama.

The moment after he finished reading that unknown language, his consciousness was filled with crazy and obscure mumblings, and he became an "empty shell" that was unable to think.

"Ah," the clown looked at the lifeless flesh sculpture and couldn't help but feel distressed, "It's a bit troublesome to finish it."

It would be terrible if it had an impact on reality. He didn't want to face a ruined world filled with madness and loss of control.

Then
"O first awakener;"

"You are the Supreme Truth of Chaos and Disorder;"

"You are destined not to belong to this era—"

“I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom.”

The abstract and simple "door" opened to him.

What is different from before is that the "door" began to have simple patterns and shapes and was no longer a pure "existence".

At the end of the fog, two extremely twisted and strange figures reached out to him.

An He sent in the flesh and blood sculpture left by the wreckage of Pisco.

The "door" disappeared into the void again.

(End of this chapter)