Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 494 Nightmare (Part 6)

Conan turned around subconsciously and found the photographer standing at the entrance of the basement with a smile on his face, observing their every move. As if realizing that Conan was looking at him, the photographer tapped the ground lightly with his cane, making a faint sound.

The echo was amplified by the enclosed environment of the basement and reached Conan's ears. He had no doubt that if he had just tried to take away a bottle of potion, the photographer behind him would definitely warn him.

"Don't touch anything you don't need." The photographer, holding his cane in one hand, glanced at Conan. "We don't have the Black Organization's medicine here."

Conan scratched his head awkwardly and retracted his hand. He had indeed wanted to reach out and take a look at it because he thought there might be some medicine from the Black Organization in it, but since the photographer had said so, he felt embarrassed to continue.

[Bartender: Wow, this little potion is arranged in the same format as the pure brews in my wine cabinet.]

[Knight: Three violent Joseph basement, can't escape at all.]

[Fire Investigator: Eat my airbag!]

[Puppeteer: Oh no! It's the Manor's fully automatic troublemaker! Don't save them! Keep them safe!]

[Ms. Farrow: Run! Florian is plotting to harm the Three Sages again!]

[Aviator: I feel like I should be ready to throw a tantrum and run away at any moment...]

Isn't this basement a bit too big? Conan was more and more surprised as he walked forward. After all, he had previously thought that the area here was at most the size of a basketball court, but now it seemed much larger than that.

"I asked Mr. Campbell and Balk to expand the basement, so this space was added later." Nightmare explained.

Shuichi Akai looked around, feeling the place was incredibly empty. What could possibly be Oritis's secret weapon that required such a large space? It couldn't possibly be some powerful weapon of destruction. Judging from the stairs they'd just walked past, this wasn't just any basement; it was probably four or five stories deep.

After a while, Nightmare handed the responsibility of leading the way to the pilot. The pilot led everyone to a huge password door. After entering the password, the heavy mechanical door made a clicking sound and slowly opened.

Inside was a rather large room, with lights on, shining on a huge machine in the center. Meanwhile, there were two figures working beside this giant machine.

Conan was very familiar with the man on the left: Crazy Eyes, known to the Oritis crowd as Old Man Balk, a master of mechanical mechanisms and architecture. The other man was completely unknown, but judging by his appearance, he seemed to have close ties to the Cult of the Black Eye.

The man had golden hair like a lion's mane and blue, cat-like eyes that looked down at them. Scars like scratches covered his face and arms. One arm and one leg were made of wood. Half of his body was leaning against a mechanical device, with a lion's tail protruding from behind him. A pool cue and several billiard balls lay beside him.

At this moment, he was looking at Conan and his group while writing something in his notebook.

"This is the newcomer. Like Professor Lorenz and Miss An, he is a member of the Dark Eye Order, Mr. Billiard Player." The pilot introduced the billiard player to everyone.

The billiard player nodded slightly, a greeting. "I'm new here, and I'm helping Mr. Balk. Some of the collision parameters of the 'Endless Vehicle' still need some detailed adjustments."

This alienated figure was undoubtedly the Supervisor. But even more captivating than him was the "secret weapon" behind him: a giant self-propelled machine modeled after the "Endless Vehicle" from Abyss Eight. Its exterior, corroded by the Abyss, had been removed, its shell and internal functions reinforced. It was the height of a two-story building and equipped with a variety of weapons. At the request of the mercenaries and strikers, the pilot had even added a simple kitchen.

The most shocked person present was Shuichi Akai. He was from the FBI. As far as he knew, the United States also had high-tech tanks or armored vehicles, but the largest tank was only about three meters high. The one of Oritis was as high as two floors, nearly five meters. It was really exaggerated.

Hattori Heiji felt as if he had walked into a film set of future technology, and in fact, there was nothing wrong with him thinking so, after all, the tone of Abyss Eight was post-apocalyptic.

Conan and Masumi Sera quickly realized that this giant machine was very similar to the "Big Guy" that the expedition team had used in their dream. However, this one was much larger than the one in their dream. Conan was sure that if such a behemoth had appeared in his dream, he would have been trampled out of the dream by it.

Sera Masumi swallowed, looking at the armored shell that was clearly reinforced with an unknown material, and asked uncertainly, "Are you sure this is a weapon developed to fight the Black Organization and not some war machine?"

Crazy Eyes tapped the Endless Vehicle with a smug look on his face. "This is a masterpiece that represents the combined wisdom and hard work of everyone in the research team!"

The little girl pulled Nightmare's collar to signal him to take her down from his shoulders. Nightmare did as she was told, and then the little girl looked at Crazy Eyes with a wronged look on her face.

"Grandpa Balk, now that you have such a powerful robot, will you not want Bang Bang anymore?" The tearful look of the little girl was truly pitiful, and it also caught Crazy Eyes off guard.

"Uh uh uh, no, of course No. 26 is also my excellent work. I mean, even though No. 26 is not waterproof, has poor eyesight, and can't speak very well, he will not be eliminated for this reason." It was really difficult for Crazy Eyes to come up with any reasonable excuse to fool the little girl.

"Bang?" Bang Bang, who poked his head out from behind the mechanical structure, made a puzzled sound.

The little girl looked at Crazy Eyes who suddenly started to stutter and burst out laughing. "Haha, I knew Grandpa Balk was the best. You definitely wouldn't abandon Bang Bang. And if you have the latest scientific research results, you will definitely apply them to Bang Bang first!"

[Novelist: Forget about that.]

[Escape Artist: I think it's okay. This robot seems just so-so. (He performs a back-and-forth jump on a chair)]

[Fool's Gold: With this level of power and ability, are we still allowed to just sit back and supervise the game?]

[Magician: His ability makes me feel like a clown in the past.]

[clown:?]

[Philanthropist: Oh, Servi was a team-killing engine in the past. No one wanted to save him when he was sitting on a chair, not to mention that there might be a Jock holding a bazooka standing in front of him.]

[Mercenary: In the past, Servi could be called the "Master of Intimidation."]

[Forward: Wisdom Teeth.]

[Magician: That's too much! The presence of us old members is becoming increasingly less. I want to protest!]

[Gardener: Mr. Servi may have the opportunity to compete in the Star of Performing Arts competition next year.]

[Doctor: The hot favorites, the warm favorites, and a few runners-up have already been selected, so they should have a chance.]

[Acrobat: I've been running alongside you for years. Woohoo, finally!]

[Savage: A round of applause to Mike, the big star of our noisy circus!]

[Spider: Yes, Mike, and Violetta also congratulated you on finally getting the Star of the Show.]

[Philanthropist: Everyone, look at me! I'm getting a new purple skin too! (Looks at the lawyer with his nose)]

[Lawyer: Tsk.]