Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 422: Imitator Carnival (Part 2)

"That's probably how they usually get along. Very natural, and homely." Conan nodded. "If it weren't for those incomprehensible abilities hidden behind them, I might have really thought they were friends who had worked and lived together for many years."

The door of the hall was opened again, but this time it was not only the Shadow of Time and Space who came in, the Lord in Yellow and the Witch of Dreams came with her.

The Dream Witch (Messenger) was accompanied by Darren. Her face, covered by a black veil, still revealed a hint of mystery and danger. "This is incredible! Are you planning to temporarily change the project we decided on long ago?"

"In that case, why not just go with 'Orfeo's Game', which I mentioned at the beginning? I think most people have heard of this game, but they don't have a deep impression of it. It can't be helped. 'Memory Embers' is indeed quite powerful. They have been trying to get closer to the edge of dreams through various efforts over the years."

"I thought you only indulged that biologist..." The Lord in Yellow's hoarse voice came from beneath his hood, then he turned to everyone in the hall. "Whatever you want to do, discuss it among yourselves. Don't let Idhela make the final decision."

"Oh, what are you talking about? Would I hurt the lovely children in the manor?"

As soon as the Dream Witch said this, most of the survivors in the manor immediately looked away, and even a few supervisors silently took a few steps back.

"Whatever you want." The Lord in Yellow didn't seem to care much about this event. He walked straight towards the extended dining table.

Seeing the Yellow Lord approach, the photographer and the Umbrella Soul, who were sitting at the table, immediately stood up and walked aside. Then everyone watched as the Yellow Lord took a plate of mushroom and white sauce pasta and began to taste it.

Conan's inner thoughts: No? What Darren said is actually true? Does the Lord in Yellow really like to eat pasta?

The Dream Witch couldn't bear to be left behind, so she slowly walked to the long table and took away all the jellies in the bamboo basket. After returning, she took Darren's hand and turned away.

"Let's go, let's eat snacks and watch a show."

Everyone:......

After the Dream Witch left, Kaito Kidd couldn't help but walk up to the Prophet and complained, "Your gods seem quite approachable..."

"The realm where the Mimics are reveling is protected by the Cat God, and has little to do with these two gods. That's why they said we can go watch the show." The prophet gently tipped Brodevi's head. "Behave yourself well in front of Mr. Phantom Thief~"

Brodevi nodded and rubbed Kaito Kid's cheek. Kaito Kid sighed inwardly: This Mr. Eli is much better than the fierce Director Campbell!

The Shadow of Time and Space stepped forward and announced, "In that case, let's follow everyone's instructions and start the Imitation Game in advance. Those who wish to enter the venue will proceed to the door over there. Miss Fiona, please prepare for the transfer."

"There will be twelve people in total. I will make preparations." The priest nodded and began to draw the magic circle of the key to the door on the wall beside him.

"Take this opportunity to learn about the rules of this game. After all, you will really be participating in it later. Although the danger is not great, precisely because the danger is not great, the pain you experience in some processes will be very real." The prophet handed over a notebook that looked like game instructions.

The five people started reading after getting the notebooks.

"The Detective Team, the Impersonators and the Mysterious Man, it looks a bit like the Werewolf game that Xiaolan and Sonoko played." Conan thought.

"But it also says here that different professions have different abilities. The detective team doesn't know each other's identities, but the imitators can see each other's identities. I feel like this is very disadvantageous to the detective team." Toru Amuro also analyzed on the side.

Akai Shuichi glanced at the people in Oritis who were making preparations and said, "Perhaps we can first see how real professionals play this kind of game."

The preparations did not take long, and soon the Oletus Manor had decided on the candidates who would go to the White Sand Street Mental Asylum to play the Imitation Game.

The Gardener, the Doctor, the Farrow Lady, the Knight, the Fire Investigator, the Puppeteer, the Psychologist, the Patient, the Mercenary, the Painter, the Gravekeeper, and the Batsman.

The group filed into the passage drawn by the priest and came directly to the meeting room of the Imitation Game.

At the same time, Conan saw the Shadow of Time and Space pressing a mechanism in front of the bookshelf next to him, and then a huge display screen appeared on the entire wall, allowing him to watch the actions of everyone in the venue.

"To think they could hide such an amazing mechanism in this reception room." Amuro Toru couldn't help but sigh at the outrageous technology of the Oritis Manor. After all, sometimes the technology in the manor can even reverse life and death, but the manor they were renovating had a problem with power outages. I wonder if they were completely oblivious to this.

Everyone in Oritis: Actually, it's because we're used to repairing motors, so the manor's circuits go wrong from time to time.

The current ID cards of Oletus and his group were displayed on the big screen.

The configuration of the detective team is: gardener - sheriff; doctor - detective; painter - orator; batsman - apprentice; mercenary - hunter; puppeteer - sentry; psychologist - perfumer.

On the imitators' side, they are: The Knight - the conspirator; Ms. Farrow - the man of a thousand faces; the fire investigator - the pyrotechnician.

The mysterious shoppers are: gravekeeper - cleaner; patient - deliveryman.

[Yellow Lord: Okay, I've disabled the internal chats of those entering the venue. Now we can talk without worrying about them hearing us.]

[Philanthropist: Oh my goodness, this Mimic faction is quite something. The coordination between these three is quite impressive.]

[Lawyer: But Matthias is the sentry. Do you think Florian will start the game by looking for his teammates to huddle with or looking for Matthias?]

[Perfumer: Emil is a deliveryman, and Ada is on the detective team's side. He'll probably just help the detective team without thinking.]

[Postman: Andrew is a cleaner, which is quite a suitable profession.]

After the preparation time was over, everyone was teleported to different corners of the map.

Conan looked at the message on the big screen with some surprise: "Is this the White Sand Street Lunatic Asylum? Isn't that the orphanage that Mr. Pearson used to run?"

"After I came to the manor, this place directly became the manor's property. Anyway, there is nothing else here except the tragic memories of those poor children." The philanthropist spread his hands helplessly.

Conan saw the black cat sitting on the table in the prayer hall: "Is that the messenger of the Cat God? I saw it before in the church of the 'Dark Eye'."

At this time, the black cat was sitting leisurely on the platform, licking its paws. It stretched and ran to the piano keys beside it, stepping on them and playing a real "stepping on the cat" song.

"Someone from the detective team and the imitators is about to meet." Hattori Heiji looked at the big screen and reminded everyone.

Conan finally came back to his senses from the split screen of the prayer hall and looked at the psychologist and Ms. Farrow who had met in the bathroom.

The psychologist was born in the utility room, and as soon as he landed he wanted to find a patient to hang out with, but he happened to run into Ms. Farrow coming out of the east bathroom.