Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 464 The True Abyss (Part 2)

"But what important things does Mr. Joseph have to do?" Conan didn't understand. After all, this man who was apparently the head of the Melody family never did things personally.

Sera Masumi stared at the lucky guy in front of him and leaned close to Conan's ear: "Conan, you call the head of the Melody family Mr. Joseph, which means he usually uses a pseudonym?"

"I guess so. And what about what Mr. Joseph said just now about your mother having a mobility impairment?"

Conan stared at Sera Masumi with dead fish eyes. He had been wary of Sera Masumi before because she seemed to know his background and had been trying to expose him on the spot. He even had his mind turned to the temporary antidote that Huiyuan had developed for him a few times.

"Given the intelligence gathering capabilities of the Oritis Manor, I feel they already know our secret. So you'd better tell the truth."

"Ahaha, well... let's talk about this issue after Mr. Joseph comes back." Sera Masumi, who had decided to find the truth together, still planned to make a last-ditch effort.

After a while, the photographer returned, but his appearance was far different from that of the sinister and cunning master. Everyone present was amazed, even the lucky guy's eyes widened.

The photographer walked over with a dozen cups of milk tea in his left hand and seven or eight small desserts in his right hand.

"Huh???" Lucky was the first to exclaim. "Mr. Joseph, the important thing you're talking about is buying milk tea and dessert?"

"Don't dwell on this." The photographer glared at Lucky and turned his gaze to Conan and Sera Masumi. "It seems you've made up your mind. Then, let's go together."

Masumi Sera watched the photographer slowly approach her and Conan, and then the surroundings were suddenly plunged into a red and black light and shadow.

Faintly, she seemed to hear Lucky's voice coming through the light and shadow: "Wait, Mr. Joseph, I haven't gotten on the car yet!"

Then, a sharp whistling sound pierced the air. She felt as if her feet were floating on air, a fierce wind whipped past her ears, and the world seemed to spin before her eyes, and then everything went black. Sera Masumi was certain she hadn't lost consciousness, so it seemed that their current situation was due to the speed at which they were moving, causing a temporary loss of vision.

Finally, Sera Masumi felt her weak feet touch the solid ground again. She slowly opened her eyes. The dizziness was still there, so she shook her head to relieve the blackness in front of her eyes. After recovering, she immediately lowered her head to look for Conan.

Conan seemed to be in good condition, but he was a little dizzy. He took two tentative steps, but ended up spinning in circles.

"It seems that there is no astronaut training in Hawaii. Haha, the physical fitness is really poor." The photographer's mouth curled up, and he seemed to be happy to see Conan being humiliated.

"I've accepted the loss and I'm back from running errands. I've even brought back some extra snacks." The sculptor sitting at a dining table laughed evilly.

Sitting behind the table were the Sculptor, the Red Lady, the Red Butterfly, the Apostle, and the Fisherwoman. The table was filled with tea sets, suggesting the female supervisors were having a tea party.

Sera Masumi almost got goosebumps when she heard the female voice. Just when she was nervous, she heard Conan's voice: "Ms. Galatea, please don't make fun of us."

"After all, someone like Sister Sera is probably not your type at all."

The sculptor showed a surprised expression. "Oh, the little detective is really getting to know us better and better. He even knows my preferences clearly."

Sera Masumi was stunned for a moment, then belatedly looked down at Conan: "Hey, what do you mean by 'type like me'?"

"Ms. Galatea likes beautiful and mature women. A tomboyish personality and ordinary figure like Miss Sera are not her type at all." Hongdie covered her face with a fan and chuckled.

Masumi Sera has a clear understanding of her figure and personality, but when she learned that the sculptor, a "little girl" who sits in a wheelchair and looks only in her teens, actually likes beautiful and mature women, her face suddenly turned red.

"She... likes beautiful and mature women?" It was obvious that Sera Masumi misunderstood something.

But no one wants to explain this now, because Conan has already guessed what will happen next based on the environment here and the photographer's behavior.

The room they were transported to was a reception room where several women were drinking tea. On the table, besides food, there were also several golden dice. Conan knew from his previous experience in Lakeview Village that dice-throwing was a tradition in Oletus Manor.

Combined with the sculptor's first sentence, it's not difficult to guess that the photographer went back to run errands to buy milk tea and desserts because he lost to several ladies in the dice game.

It's no wonder the photographer brought them here in such an unpleasant way, probably wanting to vent his frustration at not winning the game. As for why he didn't bring the lucky guy along? Haha, how could a photographer who just lost a game based purely on luck be so nice to someone with maxed-out luck?

Thinking of this, Conan couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, and then he received the photographer's death stare.

Photographer: Boy, I will assassinate you with a mirror image next time!

After the photographer placed a large amount of milk tea and desserts in front of the ladies, he swept the dice on the table into the trash can beside the table.

"Okay, I think we can talk about some serious business now." The photographer, sitting on the sofa, regained his unpredictable demeanor as the head of the Melody family. "About those mycelial viruses from the abyss."

When she heard that the photographer wanted to get to the point, Sera Masumi immediately frowned. She trusted Conan very much, but she didn't expect that Conan had such a deep relationship with the organization called Oritis Manor, and that this organization did not seem simple.

She learned from her mother, Akai Mari, that the Black Organization was developing a drug that could keep people young forever, or even bring the dead back to life. At that time, in London, Akai Mari was fed a prototype of that drug by Vermouth, and her body shrank into that of a child.

Because she had seen Kudo Shinichi when she was a child, Sera Masumi always suspected that Conan was Kudo Shinichi. It was not until she later discovered that Conan carried medicine that could change back to his original appearance that she confirmed this.

So, what kind of organization is this Oletus Manor?

"First of all, you two could be more honest with each other. It's really awkward to see you two keep a layer of separation between you two because you clearly trust each other." The photographer raised his eyebrows at the two of them.

"Ms. Sera Masumi, the child beside you is undoubtedly Kudo Shinichi, whom you met once when you were a child. He was accidentally involved in a deal with the Black Organization and was given that poison."

Conan watched the photographer reveal his identity so directly, and he was rarely nervous. After all, if they were to be honest and reveal their secrets, Masumi Sera would definitely be hiding as much as he was.

"Yes, I am Kudo Shinichi, but in order to prevent the Black Organization from persecuting our relatives, it is better not to reveal my identity."

"Yeah, I understand." Masumi Sera, who has a shrunk mother at home, also understands this.