Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 448: The Bride of Halloween (Part 1)

Thinking of this, Conan showed a confident smile. The fire investigator was in charge of the bomb below. Four people were surrounding Pramya on the rooftop. How could someone escape? This is it↓.

"Now, Miss Brunel!"

"Hey, little detective, remember to call me Captain Brunhill next time." The archer immediately released the bowstring, and the arrow reinforced by the keel bow shot towards Pramia at a rapid speed.

The night watchman also took action at the same time. He activated the wind attack and rushed forward directly, not afraid of Pramya's gun threat at all.

The Night Watchman's movements were one step slower than the archer's arrow. When he was about to rush to Pramia, the flying arrow first hit the old wound on Pramia's right shoulder.

The recurrence of her old injury caused Pramya unbearable pain, but she still managed to use the gun in her hand to block the scythe swung by the night watchman, and quickly hid in the co-pilot seat of the helicopter.

This was exactly what Toru Amuro wanted. He grabbed Pramia's injured right arm and punched her several times in succession, knocking her off the helicopter.

"Damn it, you are Furuya Rei!" Pramiya held down her right arm and struggled on the ground.

"Honestly, if we didn't want you to reveal the bomb's location, we could have taken action anytime." Amuro Toru pointed his gun at Pramya. "Put your hands behind your head."

"Haha, okay, I'll listen to you!" Pramya pretended to put her hands behind her head, but she pulled out a grenade from her bun and threw it. "Then let more people be buried with me!"

"Damn it!" Toru Amuro immediately aimed and wanted to detonate the grenade in mid-air, but he saw several vines suddenly appear in the air and gently caught the grenade.

Then, the vines suddenly exerted force and threw the grenade higher into the air. The grenade exploded above the roof. Because of the interference of neon lights, the tourists below did not notice this place at all in the noisy atmosphere of the festival.

"What?" Pramya watched all this in disbelief.

The person who slowly walked onto the rooftop through an archway that appeared out of nowhere made Pramya feel extremely scared. She had a base in Russia, so she had heard the rural rumors about the witch "Yagababa".

The Grocer (Free Love) is dressed in a golden mechanical device and a pink woman's hat, with a white dress that looks like a sharp blade. The basket she carries transforms into a structure similar to a baby carriage, and the scale in her hand transforms into a golden rose.

"No, this can't be the legendary 'Baby Yaga'?" Pramiya slumped to the ground. "It must be just a Halloween costume. You're not real!"

"Alas, you call yourself 'Pramya,' so why not allow 'Baby Yaga' to show up as well?" The Night Watchman chuckled, pulling the archer aside. With the grocer, a Trisolaran, around, he, a mere single-handed swordsman, didn't bother getting involved.

"You're trying to destroy all of Shibuya...many people will die." The grocer's voice was thick with the clacking of mechanical gears. "Those kids are so excited for tonight's event, I can't let you mess around."

"Shut up!" Pramya began her final struggle. She pressed the remote control device on her mobile phone, trying to blow up Toru Amuro who was still wearing the explosive collar.

Just as she was watching the two liquids in Amuro Toru's collar gradually merge with a wild laugh, it was not the collar that exploded, but the helicopter behind it.

"Why is this?" Pramya looked at everyone in front of her with a ferocious face.

The night watchman laughed loudly. "Hahaha, Brother Florian has already thoroughly studied these potions of yours. His evaluation of your potions can only be described in two words: garbage!"

"Ahhh!"

The furious Pramya drew the dagger from her waist and tried to rush forward, but was stabbed in the right shoulder by the sickle foot of the Night Watchman.

"I almost forgot. Because you didn't have surgery, the bullet is still in your shoulder. I'll help you take it out right now." The night watchman stepped on Pramya and directly used his sickle foot to gouge a big gash on her shoulder.

Then, the night watchman squatted in front of Pramya, who was almost fainting from the pain, and stirred the wound with his clawed hands, and finally turned out a bullet head still stained with blood.

"Here you go." The night watchman tossed the bullet toward Amuro Toru. "Keep it as a souvenir."

"Thank you." Amuro Toru glanced at Pramya, who lay twitching on the ground, apparently unable to resist, and solemnly put the bullet into his pocket. This was something left by his best friend, and he would definitely treasure it.

The archer scratched his head. "Hey, did we miss a step?"

"By the way, those liquid bombs haven't been cleared yet, but there are too many people gathered on the streets of Shibuya, and there's no time to evacuate..." Conan was a little anxious. He immediately wanted to call Dr. Agasa to bring the giant inflatable football he had researched, so that he could block the intersection and prevent the liquid from gathering.

"Evacuate the crowd? Isn't that easy?" The night watchman pulled out a test tube filled with orange liquid from his pocket. "This is something I found under Florian's bed."

[Fire Investigator: Ahhhh! My "miracle potion"!]

[Knight: I'm sorry, Florian, Ita snuck in while we were away.]

[Ms. Farrow: What do you mean by sneaking in? Didn't you open the door for him?]

[Puppeteer: Sorry, Florian, Ita only took one, the rest are tucked away under your bed.]

[Air Force: What is the function of this medicine?]

[Fire Investigator: Shake it before use. If you see bubbles forming, just throw it out. It's not a very dangerous solution.]

The night watchman immediately shook the test tube, and seeing the orange-red liquid bubbling inside, he immediately threw it onto the still burning helicopter nearby.

A few seconds later, a loud thunder-like sound resounded throughout the sky above Shibuya, and thick orange-red smoke rose from the top of the building, directly scaring the crowd below who were still leisurely holding the Halloween parade.

The Metropolitan Police Department officers immediately seized the opportunity to announce a possible terrorist attack and evacuate the crowd. In fact, even without the police's explanation, the crowd began to flee. After all, the loud noise and the billowing smoke were enough to make anyone think a powerful bomb had likely exploded.

In fact, the few people closest to the center of the explosion on the rooftop felt almost no impact, except for their eardrums being nearly ruptured. Conan's ears were even blocked by rattan made by the grocer, so he was the least affected.

Looking at the billowing smoke and the barely extinguished flames before him, Conan immediately understood the effect of the fire investigator's potion. "It's just a lot of noise, but no real impact. It looks terrifying, but it's completely harmless."

"How can it be so harmless? My ears, my ears are going deaf!" The archer covered his ears in pain. "This is louder than a storm at sea. I finally understand why Florian has such poor hearing!"