Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 463 The True Abyss (Part 1)

If Lucky knew what Sera Masumi was thinking, he'd probably complain: "Because I don't have any other useful external traits besides Manor Friend! My skills only work when there's a treasure chest!"

But to be honest, the lucky guy is really good at opening blind boxes. Ms. Farrow is suggesting that he become a blind box scalper, directly clearing out all the rare blind boxes and selling them on the online platform. This is much safer than making money in underground casinos.

At first, the lucky guy thought it was unethical: "If no one can get the character they want, then wouldn't the fun of the blind box be lost?"

"How can this be our fault? Let them think about whether they didn't buy enough blind boxes, their luck wasn't good enough, or maybe the organizer lowered the odds."

After trying it once, the lucky guy went straight to the road of buying and selling second-hand blind boxes, because fans of various characters can really make a lot of gold coins. As long as he can get his favorite character steadily, it is not too cost-effective to spend a little more money to buy a fixed blind box.

"Hehehe, making money is so easy!" The lucky guy held the blind box he bought and shook his head sarcastically at the philanthropist, prospector and bartender.

"If you have nothing to do, go and look after Mario for me." The busy explorer glared at him fiercely.

The philanthropist rolled up his sleeves and said, "Are you itching for something?"

Even the bartender slammed his shaker on the table.

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Let's go back to the present.

Lucky guy stood calmly five meters away from Sera Masumi, but in fact his palms were sweating. If he had not reacted quickly and dodged the kick with a flywheel, he would have had to lie on the ground and talk to these two people.

Seeing that Lucky seemed to be alone, Sera Masumi was about to go up and unleash his Jeet Kune Do powers, Lucky finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "Ms. Sangria, save me!"

[Lucky Guy: Help, help, there's still a minute and a half left on the Flywheel CD!]

[Lawyer: Look at your achievements. Can't you be more calm like me?]

[Philanthropist: Does being calm mean you're looking at a map, scratching your head, and running away while holding your butt?]

[Mercenary: What a vivid image.]

[Forward: Hey, I know. Last time, Naib was shaking his head and taunting at the door, and he ended up leaving with his hands on his butt.]

[Wax sculptor: You're taking advantage of the fact that I can't wax you because you're inside the door, so you're shaking your head? Get out of my manor!]

[Little girl: If the supervisor was Uncle Bane, no one would dare to hang around the door.]

"Ms. Sangria?" Masumi Sera paused and let his fist fall into the air.

The alley was quiet, with no trace of the opera singers, not even the iconic shadows on the ground.

Conan also looked around and found that the opera singer was indeed not there. He couldn't help but reveal a half-moon eye: "Axing, where is Miss Sanglia?"

"I'll send a message and ask." Lucky looked down at his phone, then revealed a look of surprise. "Ah, Miss Sangria was called away to apprehend Mr. Antonio who escaped."

"It's really unexpected, but also expected." Conan's eyes were almost rolling to the sky. He never expected that at the critical moment, the violinist would destroy the way of obtaining intelligence in such a bizarre way.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm calling for backup. Ms. Cogan said another supervisor is on the way here."

Sera Masumi dropped his fist helplessly: "So we have to wait here forever?"

"No, no, no. The supervisors have a unique way of moving. They should be here soon." Lucky looked down at the time.

Sure enough, not long after, a blue structure similar to an electrified arch appeared in front of them.

Conan had never seen teleportation, a special method of movement, so he asked curiously, "How does this door open?"

"Maybe it's something with electric fields and space folding? I don't quite understand." Lucky scratched his head. "I wonder which Supervisor will come to pick me up. I hope he's a friendly one."

Conan recalled the scene when Fool Gold strangled him with his arms and shuddered. If it was the Soul of the Umbrella who came, he would be much safer.

Unfortunately, things don't always go as planned. When Conan saw the supervisor walking out of the archway with blue light, he almost froze in place.

"Mellody, no, Mr. Joseph?"

Conan never expected that it was the photographer who came in person. The last time he dealt with Pramia, he saw the photographer dressed in a judge's uniform and "judged" Pramia together with other supervisors. Although the photographer was just wearing casual clothes this time, his oppressive power was still undiminished.

Sera Masumi was also stunned. She hadn't realized yet that the person in front of her, who looked ordinary but exquisitely dressed, was the head of the Melody family who had committed a bloody crime in the mansion before.

"Isn't this our dear head of the human resources team? Lucky unknown person, I heard that you have been shopping around the surrounding shopping malls recently. Are you going to change your career and become a retailer or a second-hand dealer?" The photographer showed a delicate smile.

Lucky lowered his head and said, "Mr. Joseph, please stop teasing me. This time, it's actually Conan who wants to know the progress of the antidote research and development."

"Seeing how anxious you look, maybe something happened to your family. It really brings back some bad memories." The photographer glanced at Conan and Sera Masumi in front of him calmly.

"So, this lady wants to come too?"

Lucky nodded, then looked at Sera Masumi: "Sera-san, if you want to know the truth, come with us to a place first. Don't worry, there will be no danger."

Conan also pulled the corner of Sera Masumi's clothes to reassure her: "Don't be too surprised by what happens... It's best not to try to understand it."

Conan did try to study the various magical abilities of the Oritis Manor through scientific methods, but even after consulting Professor Agasa and Haibara, he could not come to any effective conclusion.

Then, the photographer dropped a bombshell: "Ms. Sera seems to be very wary of us. After all, you have a mother with limited mobility at home, right?"

When the photographer said this, he glanced at Conan subtly before looking at Sera Masumi, hinting that he knew the secret of Sera Masumi's mother.

Sure enough, when Sera Masumi heard this, her pupils trembled. This was her biggest secret, and she had never told anyone about it. Not even her brother knew about it. She didn't understand how the photographer found out the information.

"If you're ready to get together, just wait at the corner over there." The photographer pointed to a corner of the alley and then turned and walked away. "I have to take care of something important first."

Although Conan was curious about what the important thing was, the most important thing at the moment was to wait for the photographer to come back and then go to the base of Oletus Manor together to obtain information related to the mycelial virus.

Sera Masumi clenched her fists and looked at Conan: "Who are they?"

"They all come from an organization called Oletus Manor, a place... dedicated to making up for past regrets." Conan thought for a long time before coming up with a more neutral word to describe Oletus Manor.

After all, there were too many abnormal people in the Oritis Manor, so his statement was already quite euphemistic.