Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 297: The Noisy Finale (Part 1)

The invitation was quite simple, stating only that the experiment held at the Oritis Manor was for the eighth group. It did not mention the location of the manor at all, but simply asked those who received the invitation to gather at a specific location.

Although Toru Amuro expressed doubts about the information given by the undertaker, the undertaker had already threatened him with informing on Gin.

Toru Amuro didn't think that the undertaker had no evidence in his hands. After all, in the previous library incident, the puppeteer was able to directly tell his life experience.

"Isn't this kind of thing a secret in your organization? What good will it do you?"

The undertaker's face remained expressionless. "Didn't the Umbrella Soul tell you the information about the fifth group?"

Amuro Toru pretended to be calm: "Yes, but it only contains some simple experimental procedures and a long string of numbers that make it impossible to tell who the experimenters are."

"If possible, could you please tell me which group of researchers you are from?"

The undertaker closed his eyes. "Group B, the third group, unfortunately, no one survived the experiment."

Amuro Toru's pupils shrank slightly, but he had already anticipated such a situation. Such a cruel experiment would inevitably result in casualties.

"Where exactly is the location mentioned in the invitation?"

The undertaker was obviously annoyed by Amuro Toru's constant questions. He hated communicating with living people the most, except for his companions in the manor.

"Go and see for yourself." After saying this, the undertaker acted as if he was closing the door to visitors and warned Toru Amuro that all communication equipment would be ineffective in the manor.

With no other options, Toru Amuro could only arrive at the remote location at the time specified in the invitation. It was just a small, abandoned cabin. Of course, hoping for the best, he still brought some simple eavesdropping devices and transmitters.

However, he didn't expect to see unexpected people here.

"Akai Shuichi!" Toru Amuro gritted his teeth as soon as he saw Akai Shuichi.

Shuichi Akai followed the postman's instructions and did not come in disguise. Following Shuichi Akai was Conan, who did not bring any communication equipment.

After all, Conan, who had been there once, knew that any communication equipment would be useless, but he didn't understand why he wasn't just driven there this time.

"Mr. Amuro? Did you receive an invitation as well?"

Conan had already exposed Toru Amuro's true identity, so he admired the young detective quite a bit now. However, he still hated Shuichi Akai very much.

Before the two groups could start arguing, the door of the wooden house opened and the professor and the priest walked out.

The priestess looked very worried. She looked at the three of them and said calmly, "Come in."

The professor looked at everyone with a smile on his face: "How long has it been since we last met?"

Conan and Toru Amuro both knew that the professor could transform into a lizard directly, so they immediately moved away from him. The professor was not angry, but followed everyone into the wooden house.

Amuro Toru was the first to speak up: "Is this the Oritis Manor? Is this how you treat your guests? It's a bit too shabby."

The priest ignored Amuro Toru and walked to the wall to call his companions in the manor to dig a big hole.

Soon, a circular passage with strange runes and flashing blue light was summoned by the priest.

"Please come in." Although the professor said this, he actually did it for the others and went directly into the priest's passage.

A shadow of the professor was left at the entrance of the passage, but it quickly disappeared.

Toru Amuro was stunned. He didn't understand what kind of technology this was. However, Conan, who had witnessed the priest's magical powers on the Tokyo Tower, was able to accept it well.

The three of them passed through the teleportation channel one after another and arrived at Oletus Manor. This place was different from the Misty Manor where Conan stayed last time. It looked more like an ancient castle.

[Priest: Why is it the Phantom Castle?]

[First Mate: It’s a bit bigger here.]

[Bartender: Honestly, I don't think it's necessary for all of us from Group 6 to come on stage. Just let your Group 5 come on stage.]

[Artist: Fiona and Lucchino are both in Group 6, and the information about Group 7 is incomplete.]

[Prophet: That's true, but Group 6A is really... hard to describe.]

[Native believers: After all, those who participate in Group 6, Group A, are either believers in the gods or people who have connections with the gods.]

[Cowboy: So should we still come out?]

[Spell Master: It depends on the situation.]

Conan was the first to speak: "Huh? This place is completely different from the last time I came here?"

Kong Fei stepped out from the shadows of the wall. "That's because the manor's spatial layout is rather messy. The place you went to last time isn't connected to this place."

"Ms. Marta!" Conan looked at this member he hadn't seen for a long time with some surprise. "Um, is your real name Margaretha Hari?"

The Air Force paused: "No, neither."

A burst of laughter was heard, and everyone looked towards the source. It turned out to be the bartender sitting at the table. "Hahaha, our Ms. Farrow's disciple actually has the day to tell the truth. This is really a huge paradox!"

"A person with a fake name and identity will be doubted even if he tells the truth. Betanfil, wouldn't it have been better if you had been more honest in the beginning?"

The Air Force sighed helplessly: "Searching for oneself is such a difficult journey..."

The prophet, who was also sitting at the table, walked up to Conan and said, "Welcome, little detective. However, the truth of this story may be extremely cruel. Their souls have been shrouded in a shadow, and I cannot see through it..."

The priest then pulled the prophet away and said, "You haven't fully recovered yet. Don't run around."

The professor played with his reagents for a moment. "Now everyone from Group 6, Group B, is all here. I wonder where everyone from Group 5 went. Fiona, why don't you go look for them? I remember Naib just started the experiment not long ago. He can't be disturbed in that state."

Conan was a little anxious when he heard the mercenary's name: "What did you do to Mr. Naib?"

The professor still had a smile on his face. "It's just a normal transformation. After all, people with weaker constitutions can't handle it, so we can only use him, someone with extremely strong recovery abilities, to try."

The priest frowned. "You clearly hate those mycelium so much that you want to burn them with fire, yet now you support that kind of experiment?"

"The two aces of the logistics team were once the operator and the observer. Through the transformation of COA-III, one of you gained the ability of long-distance transmission, and the other has specialized senses. You originally possessed the ability of prophecy, and your ability has been greatly enhanced since then." The professor's tone was very flat.

The prophet helplessly covered his eyes, which were covered by the ribbon. "But the future predicted by the prophecy is basically unchangeable. I'm sorry, if only my predictions could be more accurate..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the bartender immediately changed his tone: "Your prediction was indeed correct. The lie did destroy our experiment, but no one thought that the lie referred to the rules themselves. That's not your fault."

The Air Force added: "Even if that 'lie' refers to me, I have no complaints. I did say the wrong information."

The professor clapped his hands and said, "Alright, stop arguing and take our visitors to the experimental group first."

Conan came to the lobby of Oletus Manor with a nervous mood. It was exactly the same as in Cocoon's game.