Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 533 Ranked Match (Part 4)

Xiaolan was more concerned about the survivors' injuries: "They were hit by very sharp weapons in that game just now, won't they be injured?"

Lucky explained to her, "There's no significant pain in the game. We usually just feel mentally exhausted, unless there's a serious bug. In that case, Miss Nightingale will temporarily close the channel to fix the bug."

"Yes, Mr. Manor Owner is committed to maintaining a relatively 'balanced' gaming environment." Miss Nightingale looked meaningfully at the absent-minded manor owner, but the latter didn't care at all.

In the blink of an eye, the four survivors appeared at the entrance again.

"Poor little Ita, she has a terminal disease like paronychia." The Air Force sighed helplessly.

The archer who had been watching the fight slammed the table and stood up. "Don't talk about my great-grandfather like that! He'll definitely recover! Hasn't Smiley Damei's leg jam from the sawing game been cured?"

The Crying Clown silently shrank into the corner. He didn't want to be dragged into strange topics because of his other personality.

"Is there a possibility that someone needs to treat his hearing problem first?" The gravekeeper recalled the scene where the archer was taken away by the Deer Head's fear hook because he was too focused on repairing the machine.

"That was just an accident!"

"Ahem, so who will go next?" The batsman took the towel from the doctor and wiped his head. His hair was soaked with snow water.

The doctor suggested, "We can't see the Supervisor's battle situation, but they can see our players. It's best to choose a more balanced lineup."

The sorcerer nodded. "So it's best not to use a special lineup, as you'll be targeted."

The sorcerer's words meant that they did not intend to use the "healing spell combination".

The forward jumped out: "Hehe, it's finally my turn to play. Naib is not here, so there is no 'Striker Mercenary Arrival', but we still have the 'Fengniu Combination'."

"You want to eat the three giant claws, right? Huh?" The gardener objected unhappily. "The last time I teamed up with you, I almost got soaked by Miss Grace's steam."

The lawyer calmly pushed up his glasses. "If you ask me, a solid lineup is one without any weaknesses. These days, the supervisors are brimming with supermodel characters, and the tactics of preventing pull points and breaking windows are endless..."

"Get to the point." The philanthropist impatiently used his flashlight to shine in the lawyer's eyes, but the other party blocked it with a map.

"In my opinion, it would be better to let someone with strong containment capabilities take over."

"You seemed to have said something, but also seemed to have said nothing." Ms. Farrow was a little helpless. The Knight was sent to the ban position, which meant that she could no longer form a "free drink" team with the Puppeteer and the Fire Investigator.

The antique dealer waved his hand and pulled out a lottery box: "It's so simple, just draw lots."

Xiaolan looked at the many survivors drawing lots with confusion and asked the lucky guy beside her: "Axing, why do they have to draw lots to decide who will be the next one?"

"Yeah, I thought it would be random." Kudo Shinichi asked immediately.

Lucky scratched his head. "The way the ranked mode works is that the later you get, the weaker the Hunters you encounter. So most people don't want to face the powerful Hunters up front. Even though the number of survivors and Hunters isn't matched, so everyone will have to deal with several Hunters every day, we still decided to do this."

"So it's because you're scared." Kuroba Kaito sat on the sofa with his chin in his hands.

"That's not entirely true. Our ranking in the rankings determines how much prize money we get each season!" Lucky rubbed his hands. "If we do well in the rankings, we might even get new clothes! (That's not guaranteed.)"

Amuro revealed an expression that was difficult to describe: "It's hard to imagine that you would fight to the death here for a few clothes..."

"What 'clothes'? That's proof of our existence." Lucky retorted somewhat dissatisfiedly.

Maori Kogoro finally said the first words in this chaotic scene: "Um, I'm a little hungry, is there anything to eat?"

"Go find the butler. All food is available in unlimited quantities to visitors." Miss Nightingale greeted the castle's butler.

Considering that there were many Japanese people present, Miss Nightingale had the butler bring over some tempura and oden, and even thoughtfully prepared a large beer for Maori Kogoro. As for the rest of the people who wanted to eat, they could just take the menu and ask the butler.

At this time, the drawing of lots in the survivor hall has reached its final stage.

"Hey hey hey hey! I got the lottery number, but Ada didn't! No, no, I will die without Ada!" The patient saw that he got the lottery number but the psychologist didn't, and he fell to the ground.

Everyone gave the psychologist a look, telling him to hurry up and comfort himself, otherwise he would fail miserably on stage.

"Oh, dear Emil, you will win the game with my blessing." The psychologist gently hugged the patient's neck, and then the two faced each other...

"Wow!" the reporter exclaimed, covering the little girl's eyes with his hands. Meanwhile, Ms. Farrow also covered the cheerleader's eyes in time.

The prisoner interrupted the loving scene: "Um, so this time it's me, Emil, Florian, and William?"

"Congratulations, you can now experience our usual gaming experience." Ms. Farrow and the puppeteer patted the forward's shoulders at the same time. "Remember, don't get angry, stay calm."

The forward shrugged and said he was absolutely fine. "You guys are exaggerating. I feel like Florian just needs to improve in terms of coordination. I'm just an observant player, so I won't be bothered by him."

The puppeteer gave him a meaningful look: "William, you are still too naive."

The survivors have already decided who will fight, but the situation on the supervisor's side is completely different.

"Wow, my foot is stuck again!" The night watchman took off his equipment, curled up on the sofa, and angrily pounded the innocent pillow.

"It's so disgraceful to cry like that." Jack stood up.

The photographer looked at Jack in surprise. "Why, you want to go on the court? There's a fire investigator and a striker on the other side. Do you want to die or not live?"

"Haha, I won't fight with these ruthless people." Jack leaned back in his chair and drank his tea calmly.

The clown complained, "You're just talking nonsense if you don't go up. Humph, I'll go up this time and show them what the calmness of a veteran supervisor is."

"Sure enough, curing your paronychia is a sign of confidence." Fool Gold, who was also a paronychia victim, brought a cauldron of stew to the night watchman. "Okay, don't be angry, we still have to fight after we finish eating."

The latter nodded, thanked him, took off his mask, and bit the stewed ribs fiercely, making a crackling sound, as if venting his anger.

The doctor wiped his sword and said, "I feel like our enhancement is a long way off. I'll let it go, but you two have quite a high appearance rate. How could the manor owner not even accept your enhancement application?"

"I had a chance, but it was too slippery and I didn't seize it." Fool Gold spread his hands helplessly.

After finishing his meal, the Night Watchman went to find the opera singer to familiarize himself with the map model. He had to be prepared before the next ranking.