Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 486 Cleaning Operation (Part 1)

"I hope what happened today won't leave too much of a shadow on the driver," the postman wrote on the note.

The toy seller sighed. "I don't think he'll ever dare to solicit customers at this time of year again."

Unlike pharmaceutical factories and food processing plants, there are a large number of organization members lurking in the biological laboratory. After all, the laboratory is the most important place for the Black Organization.

Gin looked at the news of failed defenses coming in on his phone, his face almost as black as the bottom of a pot. Several safe houses that had not been contacted at the fixed time were likely to have fallen.

The Thistle Group and the Ouroboros Group attacked the various safe houses. It must be said that the factory director fought a 1V1 battle with a group of people on the opposite side during the group fight. The members of the Black Organization felt hopeless when looking at the puppet dolls patrolling everywhere.

The philanthropist was already rummaging through the boxes, trying to take away every bit of value. The lawyer beside him looked at him with disdain, then silently looked at his map, alert to whether anyone else was approaching.

The doctor injected the Black Organization members who had been knocked down by the puppet dolls with a strong anesthetic, enough to keep them asleep until noon the next day. The gardener, holding the pink accelerant given by the fire investigator, excitedly wanted to see where he could start a fire.

"How about we make a timed ignition device and burn this place down when we're done?" The gardener looked around and thought that the bar counter in the safe house bar would be a good starting point for the fire, but before that, she planned to go to the doctor to help.

The philanthropist walked to the bar, holding a large pile of stolen money in his left hand and a few bottles of fine wine in his right hand. He said, "It's better not to destroy this place. I still have a lot of good things that I haven't moved. I'll keep them and move them later. It's a shame to waste them."

The remaining lawyer rolled his eyes at the philanthropist and said, "What do you want with all that stolen money? Give it to me."

The lawyer, relying on the fact that he only had a map in his hand, snatched the stack of banknotes directly from the disabled philanthropist.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Give it to Miss Emma as kindling."

The philanthropist was about to argue, but after hearing the lawyer's reasons, he could only nod and say, "It can be considered as making the best use of the resources."

"Now you have a lot more free time. Go move those expensive bottles of wine away, and pour the rest on the ground to start a fire." The lawyer stood directly at the bar and began to give orders.

"That's not right. Mr. Leo is fighting the Black Organization head-on, Dr. Emily is finishing off the enemy, Ms. Emma is preparing to destroy the evidence, and I'm moving some valuables. What are you doing?"

"I'm on guard against sneak attacks."

"What a sneak attack! Those people can get through Mr. Leo's army of puppet dolls now. I can wash my hair upside down. Come down and help me quickly! One more person can move more things." The philanthropist put the things in his hand on the floor, rushed over and grabbed the lawyer's trouser leg to pull him off.

"Hey, don't touch me!"

With a bang, the lawyer fell from the bar, dragging the philanthropist with him. The two of them crashed into the wine cabinet behind the bar, and the wine bottles shattered all over the floor, and the wine quickly soaked the floor.

"It's all your fault!" The philanthropist quickly picked up the few remaining bottles of wine on the ground and sat on the sofa complaining.

The lawyer sat on the other side of the sofa, frowning and twisting his sleeve. When he fell, the wine soaked his clothes. "Stop blaming others all day long. Why don't you think about your own reasons? If you hadn't come up and grabbed me, would things have turned out like this?"

"It's because you're being lazy!"

The bickering continued until the gardener and the doctor returned. The gardener looked at the ground, which had been soaked with alcohol, and said happily, "Wow, Mr. Pearson and Mr. Riley, you're so thoughtful. You've already prepared a fire starter."

At this time, the bar was in a mess after being destroyed by lawyers and philanthropists. Banknotes were scattered on the broken wooden tables and chairs, the wine cabinet had been dismantled, and the bar was filled with the smell of alcohol.

The philanthropist immediately puffed out his chest proudly. "Yes, I did all this so that I could better help you light this place. Freddy didn't help at all."

The lawyer said nothing, but silently complained: "Shame on you!"

Soon, after the factory director cleared out the last stubborn members of the Black Organization, pink flames shot up into the sky.

"Dad, look! It's pink, a beautiful color like a flower." The gardener placed his hand on the director's arm. "When I get a chance, I'll ask Mr. Florian to make flames of all different colors."

“When burning things, you must pay attention to safety and don’t get too close to the fire. When viewing, you must also pay attention to the wind direction…” The factory director has been reminding the gardeners to pay attention to safety when viewing the “beautiful scenery”.

The philanthropist and the lawyer stared at each other in the back. The philanthropist leaned over to the lawyer and whispered, "I say, don't normal people usually watch fireworks? How did it become a fire?"

"There are no normal people here. Is this your first day here?" The lawyer turned his head away impatiently.

"No, what I mean is that when it comes to things like fires, I can't compete with Florian, the arsonist, in terms of performance. How can I make Miss Emma happy?" The philanthropist said confidently.

The doctor at the back finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop it! One fully automatic trouble-making machine in the manor is enough!"

Cleaning the safe house was much easier than other important strongholds. Unlike the Thistle Group, which was in dire straits, the Ouroboros Group seemed to be living in peace and tranquility. The Prophet directly used the Sky Eye to investigate the situation in the safe house. The Air Force and the Professor, who had transformed into a lizard, went in to clean it up. Then the bartender cleared the evidence and took away useful resources.

The disadvantage of their group is that because the safe houses are either in the basement or in the remote suburbs, the evil lizard cannot exert 100% of its strength in such terrain. Now he feels that the back of his head has come into close contact with the ceiling countless times.

"I always feel that the regeneration speed of the scales on the back of my head has slowed down." The evil lizard scratched his head and threw down the bodies of two members of the Black Organization who died from ruptured internal organs after being hit by the crash.

"At least we haven't had any problems so far. Everything's going smoothly." The bartender looked at the burning safe house and took a sip of Dovlin. "Honestly, I didn't expect that the fire juice would be used on others now."

"It's perfect for settling accounts." Air Force wiped his face and shook his clothes, trying to get rid of the smell of blood and gunpowder on his body.

"Oh, if Vera smells this, you'll be stuffed into the bathtub and washed clean." The bartender fanned his nose with his hand and sniffed.

"Stop talking nonsense. Go back and take a nice bath and rest."

The evil lizard's bones shrank, its scales disappeared, and it turned back into a professor: "By the way, where did Eli go?"

"over there."

The prophet had used his divine eye many times in a row and was extremely tired. He was leaning against a big tree to rest. Brodevi landed on the treetop and quietly looked at the bright moon in the sky.