Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 454: Research on the Abyss (Part 4)

"Has Mr. Emil been infected by the Black Organization's drug?" Conan was a little worried, because from what he observed, that kind of mycelium was definitely a very dangerous thing.

The professor's voice became awkward. "To be precise, we caused it ourselves. The source of the mycelium is the Yellow Lord."

Conan suddenly realized something: "If those mycelium will eventually turn into mushrooms, I remember that the Yellow Lord seemed to add mushrooms to pasta. It can't be that he created those mycelium just to eat pasta because he was bored."

The antique dealer and the professor were both silent, which shocked Conan: "Ah? Really?"

"After all, those mycelium were created by Him for food, but the problem is that they grow very quickly. Once they adapt to their environment, they can spread rapidly." The professor gestured with his hands. "That might not sound like much, but when these mycelium start to crowd out the habitats of ordinary plants, or grow in bodies of water..."

"This is simply a biological invasion!" Conan covered his head. He thought this was a biochemical crisis, but it turned out to be an alien invasion of the earth.

"Conan, I have another question." The antique dealer clapped his hands. "Although Luchino just explained the properties of the mycelium, you don't think the mycelium that fell from the Yellow Lord is so simple, do you? Don't forget that the Black Organization has made it into an injectable drug."

"If those spores adapt to the human body's environment, they will grow normally. However, they will no longer absorb nutrients from the soil, but will directly absorb energy from the human body."

"So, if the antibodies in the body of the person who was injected with the drug fail to kill the spores, his body will eventually become completely nutrient for the mycelium, right?" Conan felt very heavy-hearted after realizing that these tiny lives could really take a person's life easily.

Although influenza and various infectious diseases have claimed many lives, that is the result of natural evolution and an unavoidable natural disaster, but this time the mycelium medicine is completely a man-made disaster.

"Don't worry, a lively child like you has strong resistance. You should believe that you are at the age of growing up." The professor joked.

"I'm a high school student after all. Don't treat me like a growing kid!" Conan's face turned red.

Afterwards, several people walked into the laboratory. Through a glass door, Conan saw the psychologist (Apocalypse Rescue) and the patient (Rare Medical Record) inside. Both of them were wearing black and red protective suits, but the patient's current appearance was really scary.

The patient's protective suit had been half removed, and his face mask had been removed and discarded. Long, slender hyphae covered half his face, and several spores, glowing red, clung to his back. His exposed hands were black and purple, and the hyphae on them also took on a purple-black hue.

The most eye-catching thing is the top of the patient's head. Among the white hair, there are small mushrooms with umbrella-shaped caps, and they are shaking their umbrella-shaped caps up and down with the swaying of the patient's body.

"Ada, it feels like someone is talking in my head... so many shrill voices..." the patient leaned against the psychologist in a daze. "It's like a bunch of little kids chattering in my ears, so noisy..."

"Don't worry, Emil, this problem can be solved soon." The psychologist, wearing a protective mask, gently touched the patient's forehead with his own.

The next second, Conan thought some restricted plot would occur, but it turned out that the psychologist took out a long package from the cabinet nearby. She untied the rope that tied the package and spread it out on the shelf nearby.

Conan then saw that the package contained dozens of completely different surgical instruments, all gleaming with a cold light. Scalpels, hemostats, tweezers, and the like were all there, but there were also saws, hammers, wrenches, and pliers?

Ms. Ada, aren't you a psychiatrist? Why are there so many outrageous things? Even if saws and hammers can be understood as being used in orthopedic surgery, where would vises and wrenches be used? And aren't those screwdrivers and testers?

"Understand, the medical staff in the manor is scarce, and the patients are all kinds of strange." The professor whispered in Conan's ear.

[Mechanic: Is that tester used to measure the charge on Luca's body?]

[Doctor: To prevent Luca from leaking electricity while walking, it is recommended to pull a wire to the ground.]

[Gardener: Won't this increase Luca's frequency of electrofishing at the Lakeview Village beach?]

[Prisoner: What are you all thinking? How could I use the electricity in my body to do something so outrageous?]

[Cheerleader: But last time I went to give you a pep talk, you accelerated and bumped into me, and my pom-pom immediately became static-charged!]

[Opera Singer: Even without this incident, I could have gotten four catches perfectly, but it was really funny to see Lily standing there like a bursting flower ball.]

[Apostle: Fortunately, I wasn't the supervisor in that game, otherwise my beloved cat would have been in trouble.]

Conan watched in horror as the psychologist picked up a pair of pliers and clamped the small mushroom on the patient's head. The small mushroom made a sharp explosion the moment it was clamped, pulled out its roots from the patient's head, and stretched out two leg-like structures, flapping wildly in the air.

The psychologist mercilessly threw it into a petri dish and angrily cursed: "What a little thing with no sense of boundaries! Do you know what you should and shouldn't see?"

Conan shuddered and sneezed: Why does it feel like you're talking about me? It must be an illusion.

The next little mushroom was picked up by the psychologist with a silver needle: "It popped up when Emil and I were being intimate, right?"

"You're secretly saying bad things about me in Emil's mind, right?" The mushroom was pulled out with tweezers.

"Get out of Emil's body! He is mine!" This time even the spores stuck on the patient's back quietly rolled off and ran away.

Conan watched the psychologist's hardcore "claim of sovereignty" process with fear and trepidation: "Could it be that after being infected to that extent, the only way to remove those mushrooms is by this horrible method..."

"It's just that Ada is irritated by them. After all, they sneak out and disrupt the couple's intimacy..."

Well, they're courting death, then. Conan shrugged.

After a while, the psychologist came to the few people after passing the disinfection room, holding the petri dish filled with chirping white mushrooms.

"Do you want to notify the kitchen to add more food?" The psychologist shook the petri dish in his hand gently, and the little white mushrooms inside were pushing and shoving each other, all trying to stay away from the psychologist's face.

"Even Naib won't eat this kind of moving food. I suggest you burn it." The professor looked at the mushroom heroes with disgust.

"What a waste! Grind it up and use it as culture medium." The antique dealer upholds the good habit of frugality.

After a lot of wrangling, the three finally decided to do as the antique dealer said. The psychologist then looked down at Conan and said, "You must be impatient. Now I can tell you how to prevent these mycelium."