Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 368: Pure Black Nightmare (Part 2)

Toru Amuro had done some research before, and found that Ms. Farrow and the puppeteer in front of him would most of the time work together with the fire investigators and knights.

Ms. Farrow is a frequent visitor to the casino and a messenger of information; the puppeteer is in charge of logistics, replenishing the team with various resources; the knight is ostensibly a minor noble, gathering intelligence at young people's gatherings; the fire investigator is a difficult character to describe, appearing at every fire scene, saving lives without leaving a name, yet his presence is more or less evident behind each of these fires...

"Ahhh! Richard, let me go. Don't you see those people are suffering from the baptism of fire? I have to go to help them quickly!" The fire investigator was locked by the knight's shoulders and screamed.

"If you mess around again, I'll throw you out of here!" the knight threatened.

The fire investigator snorted, "Then throw it away, you damned cuckoo bird, you evil stairman!"

"Stop making noise!" Ms. Farrow tapped the ground with her cane.

Toru Amuro's inner thoughts: The way you, the members of the Oritis organization, handle internal relationships is really hard to describe.

"Come to think of it, 'Snow Country' shouldn't be truly dead, that time in that abandoned laboratory..." Amuro Toru recalled the scene of that day, when the undertaker disappeared in the endless tentacles, leaving only a pile of yellow rose petals on the ground.

"What? Wasn't he sleeping peacefully at home?" the fire investigator popped his head. "Looks like they dumped some dead potted plants in that lab."

"Bonsai?" Do they mean those trees that move...

“And the fungus that died because it entered the lab with its left foot first.”

"Fungus?" It was those white mycelium that Gin and the others encountered...

“There were even used batteries and some failed creations thrown there.”

"Batteries, failures?" Does the battery refer to the Starlight or those energy storage devices? Could failures be those weird paintings and sculptures?

Oletus Organization, your taste is truly... hard to describe. Amuro Toru looked up at the night sky, feeling his worldview take a significant hit.

Shuichi Akai, who had no idea what Toru Amuro had experienced in the Abyss Museum, recalled his experience in Lakeview Village.

"Shut your mouth!" The knight grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into the fire investigator's mouth.

"Ugh!" The fire investigator struggled.

"Stop moving around or I'll put your air sac in your mouth next time!"

However, the fire investigator was still struggling, and the puppeteer, noticing something was wrong, warned him, "Richard, is it possible that Florian choked?"

Seeing the fire investigator's face beginning to turn purple, the knight immediately lifted the fire investigator upside down and shook him violently.

[Doctor: I still recommend the Hekrim maneuver.]

"Ugh!" The fire investigator spat out the popcorn in his mouth and squatted beside Ms. Farrow with a wronged look on his face.

Considering that the sound of the sirens was getting closer, everyone had no choice but to retreat first.

On the other side, Curacao saw the amusement park on the sea in the factory, and the colorful lights temporarily "sealed" her memory.

That morning, Dr. Agasa drove the children to the aquarium. The three little ones asked the little girl to go with them, and the little girl agreed.

In the car, Genta complained as usual that there were not enough snacks, while Conan talked to Huihara Ai about the little girl's weakening health.

"You said Alice's body functions are deteriorating?" Huibara took off her headphones.

"Well, it should be a side effect of being a clone. If the body's immune function is reduced, even a common cold may cause death due to serious complications..." Conan was a little worried about the little girl's current situation, and he was also worried about the novelist's mental state.

"I'm not a doctor specializing in medicine, and I don't think the situation is as serious as you say. After all, Alice can still go out and play normally. Maybe Mr. Orpheus is not sure what's wrong with his 'child' right now."

"Besides, Alice is a real child, unlike the two of us. She needs to live like a normal child." Huiyuan sighed. "No matter how much you worry, you can't change anything."

The three little ones who heard Conan and Haibara chatting thought that the little girl was sick.

Ayumi was a little worried: "Is Alice seriously ill and needs treatment? She hasn't played with us for a long time."

"Could it be a serious illness that requires surgery?" Mitsuhiko also became worried.

"Hey! I heard surgery is scary, and you need to eat a lot to replenish your nutrition." Yuan Tai wiped the snack crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "I gave all my snacks to Alice, hoping she can get better."

Conan held his forehead and said, "People who are about to undergo surgery cannot eat snacks."

Gray Principle and the three little ones explained, "No, Alice had the flu a while ago and she didn't come to play with you for a long time because she was afraid of infecting you. She should be fine now, but she still has to be careful to prevent the disease from recurring."

The three little ones breathed a sigh of relief: "It's great that it's not a serious illness."

This time, the aquarium they were going to was next to an amusement park with a huge Ferris wheel and various novel rides. The three little ones clamored to go to both sides, and Dr. Agasa could only hold his wallet in pain.

At the bridge where the accident happened last night, Vermouth and the mercenaries were searching for clues about Curacao along the way, but they only found a black coat with glass fragments on it.

"It seems that she must have been implicated in last night's explosion." The mercenary picked up his coat and shook it.

"Come to think of it, you've been worried ever since the death of 'Snow Country'. This is not like you." Vermouth teased.

"He has his own pursuits." The mercenary put away the coat. "Let me tell you something interesting."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

"Back in the day, when I had just left the mercenary group and started taking private jobs, I received a mission to assassinate a high-ranking official."

"That high-ranking official is extremely cowardly and cunning. He deployed numerous bodyguards at his banquet. Sniping from the perimeter is nearly impossible, but engaging him at close range is also difficult. That coward even installed metal detectors at his banquet."

"Oh, then how did our mercenaries break through the blockade?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows.

"I shaved a piece of ice into the shape of a blade and brought it in hidden in the interlayer of a thermos. I had very little time to strike, and I had to hit him right away. Of course, I did stab the blade into his chest in the end."

"Unfortunately, that guy's heart was born on the right side. The short ice blade pierced his lungs but didn't penetrate his heart. It wasn't fatal."

Vermouth sighed, "That's incredible! That's about as far as you can go in that situation. The thermos's interlayer can only conceal a blade half the length of a hand. Finding an opportunity before the ice melts, and piercing the heart through the ribs with such a short, handleless knife, is incredibly difficult."

"But it looks like you failed, but this mission was successful to some extent?"