Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 366: Dark Eyes (Epilogue)

The mechanic smiled awkwardly and immediately dodged to the side. "Is there a possibility that Mr. Alva is still alive?"

Conan noticed early on that the apostle was dressed the same as in the sky ship incident, and realized that she was most likely one of the believers of the "Dark Eyes".

The other one should be the tall, thin man next to him, wearing a black hat that obscured his face and holding a staff. After all, the mechanic and the cheerleader didn't look like religious people at all, so the two "Dark Eye" believers the mechanic mentioned earlier must be the other two.

Before Conan could investigate the identity of the man in the hat, the man took the initiative to lift his hat: "Lucas Barsac!"

[Prisoner: When your parents suddenly start calling you by your full name...]

[Mechanic: I'll just watch you perform quietly.]

[Philanthropist: And no matter how you act, Mr. Joseph is ready.]

[Gravekeeper: If this were to happen, it would be socially fatal. There's no hope. Bury it.]

The prisoner looked at the hermit in disbelief: "Teacher, you are really not dead!"

"Traitor, are you hoping for your master's demise?" The hermit gripped his staff, the magnetic poles on its tip switching back and forth between red and blue. "How much perpetual motion machine research have you secretly conducted behind my back? Aren't you required to report such major experiments to me?"

"I, I didn't..." The prisoner suddenly lost confidence. "Really not..."

"Really? Then why did you name your hamster Perpetual Motion Machine No. 18?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on the prisoner. The mechanic even widened his eyes and exclaimed in shock, "The last time we were at the Crystal Palace, it seemed like it was only the third experiment... and now he's eighteen?"

The prisoner slid down to his knees and came to the hermit: "I'm sorry, Master, I won't dare to do that again."

The hermit was so angry that he laughed: "We'll talk about the perpetual motion machine later. First, let me tell you how I died."

"You traitor, it's not enough that you secretly conducted experiments and fiddled with the electricity meter. So that you could do your experiments privately, didn't you use your own materials to make tools that could steal electricity? Don't give me excuses, you even stole electricity from street lights and the electrical box in the laboratory!"

Conan looked at the prisoner and complained in his heart: Stealing electricity? Brother Luca is really a talent, but this direction seems to be wrong. Stealing electricity seems to be illegal!

The hermit continued to speak: "You stole electricity, and that's fine. To avoid being discovered, the materials you used were mostly discarded lab waste. Those exposed wires are completely unsafe. I've told you countless times to be careful, but you don't listen, do you?"

"After it rained that day, I wanted to help you check it out. I even put on insulating gloves, but I didn't expect... I still underestimated you. Even the high-voltage power poles have traces of your dirty little hands!"

The implication is that the hermit didn't die in a laboratory accident, but rather from a high-voltage electrical wire leak. Of course, the high-voltage wire had been tampered with by the prisoners, otherwise it wouldn't have leaked so easily.

The prisoner looked pale. He walked straight to the small table in the living room, picked up a flower from the vase, and then slowly lay down on the sofa, holding the flower in his hands and placing it on his chest.

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. I seem to see my mother waving at me from the sky…”

"Wake up, you are still in the human world." The mechanic shouted in the prisoner's ear.

"Ah..." The prisoner had a look of despair on his face, and it seemed that he had not yet recovered from the ups and downs of his emotions.

[Night Watchman: What an abstract performance.]

[Red Butterfly: It returns to the original work in another way.]

[Philanthropist: I'm already pounding the floor with laughter.]

[Artist: A tribute to the legendary lightning thief.]

After the hermit finished criticizing the prisoners, the mechanics introduced the people who came with her.

"This is Miss An, codenamed 'Apostle', and the Saint of 'Dark Eyes'. Although she's also a member of the Supervisors, her daily job is to clear up those malicious rumors for the manor."

"Oh, we met on the skyship, right?" the apostle took the kitten from the blind girl. "My Lord told me that Mr. Lorenz would be in great trouble soon, so I came to help."

"However, the technology of the 'Dark Eyes' is still not as good as Nightmare and the others, so they can only do this."

Only then did Conan notice that the hermit now had cat ears on his head and his face looked a bit like a cat. The hat just now seemed to be to cover up this feature.

The mechanic turned to the cheerleaders and said, "You all know this lady, Miss Lily Barrier, the current head of the Barrier family and my investor."

"Mr. Orpheus, everyone, it's great to see you again." The cheerleader happily fiddled with her gear. "This whole outfit was made for me by Tracy. It gives me a great sense of security!"

"Sister Lily, how is the Baril family doing now? They won't be threatened by the Melodi family, right?" Conan was a little worried that the Melodi family would embezzle the Baril family's property and then strengthen themselves.

"Haha, don't worry, Conan. I'm the head of the family now, after all. I won't fall into Melody's trap so easily." The cheerleader looked at the prospector. "It's Mr. Campbell's business that's been targeted recently."

"Hmph." The explorer looked unhappy.

"In addition, thanks to the background of Baril, an old noble, I was able to find some secrets of the Melodi family." The cheerleader suddenly lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

Conan immediately approached the cheerleader and asked, "Sister Lily, what kind of secret is this?"

"In the past, the Baril family and the Melodi family have always maintained a cooperative relationship, with the Baril family responsible for economic affairs and the Melodi family responsible for political matters. It is said that the current head of the Melodi family, Dexi Melodi, has the greatest wish to resurrect his brother."

"He had clearly expressed his desire to leave the Baril family behind and strike out on his own." The cheerleader took a deep breath. "Apparently, my pedantic grandfather still believed that the ancestral law could not be changed, and he was eliminated just like that."

"Then Sister Lily, your safety..." Conan immediately became anxious.

"No, I'm already a member of the Oritis Manor. Before I participate in that 'experiment', Melody can't touch me."

"Wait, how did you join? Frederick passed the assessment with first-hand information and Ezembard's experiments. So you..." The novelist looked at the cheerleader.

The mechanic smiled and said, "Actually, there are other ways to join the manor."

"I paid a huge amount of money just to ensure my safety, and the lady in charge said my experiment can be delayed." The cheerleader gestured. "I paid that amount."

Conan showed his half-moon eyes: "As expected, money can make the devil work..."

After complaining about the Baril family's wealth, Conan took the opportunity to ask who the "Miss in Charge" was: "Last time, it was also a lady who announced the end of the manor experiment to us. Who is she?"

"The lady was wearing a white robe, and I couldn't see her face clearly."

Apparently, the cheerleaders could offer no more information, and the hermit dragged the prisoner away, apparently indicating that the "dead" physics professor needed to find another place to conduct his research.

It was late at night and Conan fell asleep in the guest room. Tonight his dreams were filled with meowing kittens.

Apostle: Oh, praise my Lord, praise the great God of cats.

The hermit at this time: I deserve to be punished! (He hits his cane)

Prisoner: Ugh! (Punished to write a paper)