0p0 Chapter 421: Imitator Carnival (Part 1)
Chapter 421: Imitator Carnival (Part 1)
"Pearson, put your telescope lens back, or I'll use a syringe to poke your lens." The doctor took out his syringe and pointed it at the philanthropist who was still secretly adjusting the focus.
"Nonsense, I wasn't peeping." The philanthropist confessed directly.
"What were you doing in the lounge with that stench of barbecue?" the painter fanned the air in front of his nose. "I hope you didn't spill my precious paints."
"Barbecue," the forward said, swallowing the last of the sausage. "Don't worry, it won't start a fire. Miss Qi is still in the room watching over the grill. Even if Florian wants to mess up, there's no need to worry."
"The grill we're using this time is made with a brand new volcanic lava process. Florian is definitely no match for him," the magician added.
[Fool's Gold: 6, I still have to clean this butter off myself. Can't you guys be more careful when wrapping the tinfoil?]
[Fire Investigator: Sprinkle some more salt.]
[Spell Master: Since you don't want to be a barbecue grill, you can also be a gas stove.]
[Antique Dealer: Don't move. The hole in your chest is perfect for this hot pot.]
[Acrobat: Wow! That fits perfectly!]
[Entomologist: This is the hot pot Orpheus secretly measured and Mr. Balk personally made.]
[Crazy Eyes: Humph, I knew you youngsters were incompetent. You even have to ask an old man like me to do the blacksmithing work.]
[Fool's Gold: No, when did he ever secretly measure the size of the hole in my chest? Supervisors don't have regular physical examinations, do they?]
[Reporter: I remember Orpheus seemed to have stuck his hand in Norton's chest during the joint hunt. Could it be that time...]
[Nightmare: You guessed right. We were so stuck that time. We tried soapy water, lubricating oil, and even Mr. Philip's wax, but nothing could separate us.]
[Forward: Wow, how did you guys separate in the end? I left the game early and went straight to eat after the match, so I didn't see the end.]
[Composer: According to Norton's character, he would never be willing to break himself into pieces to help Orpheus escape.]
[Nightmare: Now that I think about it, this method is obviously the easiest, why are you so unwilling? I also promised to compensate you, didn't I?]
[Fool's Gold: Do you think I don't want to do this? After Mr. Phillips came to help, the wax solidified in my cracks and can't be pried open. Unless you smash me to pieces, you can't get out.]
[Meteorologist: Wouldn't it be possible to escape this situation by simply changing back to being a novelist?]
[Adventurer: They were too close at the time. If one of them reverted to their ID personality, the other would be affected as well. Then it wouldn't be a matter of getting their hand stuck.]
[Doctor: I remember that it was Mr. Balk who finally used the mechanical expander to help Orpheus pull his hand out.]
[Sculptor: Forget it. I almost died laughing when Norton came to me to fix his sagging chest. It was so outrageous.]
[Lawyer: It’s hard to hold.]
"Is your barbecue grill alive?" Kaito Kid scratched his head.
"That's not the point. Come on, two people, move Brunhill back. By the way, ask those people to come and participate in the imitator game." The doctor tapped the coffee table with his fingers.
The vanguard and the cowboy immediately spread out the blanket on the sofa, lifted the archer up and placed him on their heads. Two of them, one carrying the front and the other the back, trotted away, followed by the anxious night watchman.
"If there's nothing else for me to do, I'll go tell the operations team, the logistics team, and the research team to come over." The pilot was still yawning. "I was busy improving that giant machine yesterday and didn't sleep all night. Sigh."
[Antique Dealer: Mr. Charles, thank you for your hard work in adding a kitchen to the Endless Carrier.]
[Prisoner: Hey, let's come over and have some hot pot, hehe!]
[Mechanic: Hey, Luca, those mushrooms aren't ripe yet!]
[Prisoner: What's the big deal? I'll...]
[Hermit: What happened to him???]
[First Mate: Now he's lying on the sofa, twitching.]
[Mercenary: Turn him upside down and shake him so he can spit out the mushrooms.]
[Knight: This won't work. Get out of the way and put him on the handrail first.]
[Ms. Farrow: Don't torture me to death.]
After a while, a few more people came into the hall, and it seemed that they were here to participate in the imitator game.
The knight (the art dealer), dressed in a green tuxedo, smiled smugly. "I heard they're preparing a costume for a young detective from 'Murder on the Orient Express'. What a shame! Why not something from the 'Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' series?"
"Don't go too far, Richard. There are no children's clothes in that costume." Ms. Farrow (Mark of the Prey) put her hands on her hips. "And in that script, you played the disguised Professor Moriarty. You also instigated the crime on the stairs. You really didn't forget your original intention."
Conan was immediately excited when he heard about the Sherlock Holmes fashion collection. He rushed to Ms. Farrow and said, "Ms. Evelyn, do you really have any Sherlock Holmes fashion? Anything featuring Sherlock Holmes himself?"
"Yes, but...are you sure you can wear it like this?"
"Oh..." Conan lowered his head in frustration.
"Some people, because of their strong sense of justice, always play decent characters in their plays. Especially José, who always plays a police officer," Ms. Farrow complained. "From night patrol detective to field detective, and finally to Chief Lestrade, I think this play should be renamed 'José's Promotion.'"
"Those who get in through the back door are different. Look, Kevin was assigned the role of sheriff before, but when Jose arrived, he took over everything," the bartender sighed. "Is this what they call having someone behind the scenes?"
"Is it really okay for you to plot against him while he's away?" The psychologist (the Holy Asmo) and the patient (the Angelic Guide) also arrived.
The mercenary said helplessly, "Why doesn't the action team have funding? It's because they're incompetent. As the person in charge, you should think of ways to make money. I'm currently undercover in the Black Organization and am almost banned from their cafeteria."
Amuro Toru finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Your appetite is not that of a normal person! How can anyone eat more than a hundred rice balls in one meal?"
"Their rice balls aren't even as big as Ganji's cricket balls. How dare you say I eat a lot? Besides, I've only eaten your meals a few times. Is it necessary to be so angry?"
The fire investigator (Spirit Fox) watched the mercenary and Amuro Toru bickering with a grin on his face. "Fortunately, I didn't bring popcorn this time."
The puppeteer covered his face helplessly. "You got beaten for secretly setting off firecrackers in your popcorn. Have you forgotten your lesson?"
Hattori Heiji looked at the crowd in front of him, who were discussing the matter as if it were a family affair, and whispered to Conan beside him, "Hey, Kudo, is this really some kind of dark organization? Excluding anything related to theology, this place seems no different from a company team-building event."