Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 262: Melodi Family Birthday Party (Epilogue)

Conan was hiding in a small corner. He had sneaked in with the knight and of course heard about the group, but now was not the time to worry about it.

Jack and Fan Wujiu, the sculptor and the patient, the prophet priest and the knight, the three groups of people confronted each other, and the scene was very tense.

Conan was mainly staring at Jack. After all, it was because he saw Jack's appearance just now that he didn't dare to put a bug on the novelist as usual.

At this time, in the room arranged by the photographer, the Memory Embers group had already started drinking tea.

[Explorer: If we do this, how are you going to explain it to Conan, Orpheus?]

[Novelist: Just say there's a hidden camera in the house, some bland excuse to fool them.]

[Reporter: It's basically just to show that "Eri Lamb" wants to help others and isn't on the same page as the Melody family.]

[Entomologist: I think Conan will have some crazy thoughts.]

[Composer: Let him think whatever he wants. Anyway, people like him who like to think too much always like to think too much and firmly believe in their own guesses.]

Suddenly, Jack increased his attack tempo, catching Fan Wujiu completely off guard. The black umbrella was directly knocked open by the claw blade. Fan Wujiu reacted quickly, stabilizing himself immediately and retreating to create distance between him and Jack.

"After all, you have been learning martial arts since you were young. However, you are quite old after all. You are no match for a young man like me."

"Tsk, you won't get any New Year's money if you act like a junior in front of me!"

[Gardener: So, who is older between these two?]

[Doctor: Oh, that’s hard to say…]

[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): They've been dead for so long, why are you fussing over this?]

[Soul of the Umbrella (white): No blame!]

[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): Sorry, brother...]

"Get rid of the ones in the way first!" Jack shook off Fan Wujiu who was entangled with him, and rushed towards Conan who was hiding behind the wall with his claws.

Conan:?! How did he find me?

I found Conan hiding in the corner. Why is he here?! Oh no!

In a hurry, Conan quickly took out an inflatable football from his belt, but there was not enough time for him to activate his foot-strengthening shoes.

As the sound of sharp claws piercing flesh rang out, Conan saw a trace of blood on his football.

The sculptor and the patient who were fighting in the distance stopped, the knight was running towards this side at a rapid speed, the psychologist raised the silver whistle, and Fan Wujiu waved the black umbrella to attack Jack.

The scene was both chaotic and quiet.

Conan saw the special black rune beside him. It was the space shuttle technology from the priest, which meant that the priest must have wanted to come over and pull him away. Moreover, the priest's hands just grabbed his collar at this time.

Someone protected Conan faster than the priest, and Conan heard a shrill bird cry in his ears.

"Don't be afraid, Brodevi, this is what I deserve..." The prophet's chest was pierced by Jack's claw blade, and the bright red blood dripped down the claw blade in front of Conan's eyes.

"Cough, cough, cough, I'm sorry... I almost killed you in the library, and also at the Tokyo Tower..." The Prophet coughed violently. His lungs were obviously injured. If he didn't receive treatment in time, he would be in great danger.

Once, the scene of Ireland dying in front of him was replayed in front of Conan.

"Brother Eli...it's not your fault..."

"Really? I betrayed my faith, I betrayed Melody, I..."

The prophet's words were interrupted by Jack tightening his claws. Conan was closest and could hear the sound of the sharp blade cutting flesh.

"stop!"

The knight and Fan Wujiu attacked together. The resonance of honor was cast on the prophet to prevent the injury from getting worse. Fan Wujiu forced Jack to draw out his claw blade to block the black umbrella that was stabbing at him.

The psychologist came closer. "He needs treatment immediately, but my abilities can't be used on dying people."

The priest at the side tore off the hem of her skirt and bandaged the prophet's wound: "Where's Demi's Dovlin? Don't you have a copy with you?"

The knight came over and said: "No one expected that with such a lineup, he would be the one injured..."

[Priest: I know this is just an act, but...Supermodel Jack actually instant-dissolved the Bird Prophet. I suggest weakening him!]

[Prophet: Puff.]

[Knight: Those of you playing the wounded shouldn't laugh!]

[Jack: Damn it, I have to use my ultimate.]

After dodging Fan Wujiu's attack, Jack hid his body and disappeared into the dark corridor. At the same time, the sculptor left the scene as quickly as possible, and before leaving, he did not forget to use the statue to block the pursuit.

The psychologist said with a headache: "The plan has changed. We have to take Eli back for treatment. Mr. Fan, the rest is up to you."

Conan watched as Olitis and his men took the prophet away, and couldn't help but ask Fan Wujiu, "Will Brother Eli be okay?"

"It should be possible to save his life, but injuries like that are very difficult to treat. I hope the logistics team responsible for treatment don't use any 'miracle drugs'."

Dressed as a waiter, Amuro Toru pretended to be an ordinary person who had experienced an accident and asked, "What was that just now? Was it a gang transaction dispute?"

"Tsk, trouble."

Fan Wujiu stuffed a bundle of tied-up bills into his hand and said, "Take this and get out of here! Watch your mouth!"

Amuro Toru keenly noticed a letter hidden in the stack of banknotes. He quickly took it and left the scene to meet Vermouth outside. Vermouth was relieved when she knew that the injured person was not Conan.

Conan and Fan Wujiu were the only two people left in the kitchen. Conan was thinking, not knowing how to ask the question.

"I can see that you are worried about us. Did Melodi say something to you?" Fan Wujiu took the initiative to speak.

"He said that you and the survivors are not kind people." Conan was a little confused.

"Kindness is relative, kid. Sometimes, doing good deeds may not only bring you praise, but also death. You don't have to worry too much about our past. After all, when this is all over, you will return to your normal life."

Conan understood that Fan Wujiu did not refute what Melodi said, which meant that those words were probably true, but there might be some difficulties hidden behind them.

After returning to the banquet hall, Conan saw the novelist and his group approaching and immediately stepped forward: "Uncle Orpheus, what did Ms. Lamb say to you?"

"She confessed something to me. She is indeed a replica of my wife, but she hopes that I can successfully rescue the real 'her'."

"Sure enough, this is Mrs. Delos, even if it's a clone..." The explorer seemed to be thinking about something.

"Brave nightingale, no, she is braver than the nightingale," the entomologist exclaimed.

"Even if it's just to prevent my aunt's tragedy from happening again, I will try my best." The composer calmed down and said firmly.

The banquet ended with the greetings of the guests, and no one noticed that the adopted son of the Melodi family had disappeared without a trace.

Before leaving, Conan pondered Fan Wujiu's words: "Doesn't being chivalrous necessarily earn you praise? Mr. Xie and Mr. Fan have probably suffered some kind of unfair treatment, but what exactly did they go through?"