Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 384: The Court and the Visiting “Lamb” (Part 4)

The reporter hesitated and added, "And I remember that when I was talking to him that time, I smelled the scent of Mnemosyne on him."

Conan jumped up immediately. "What? I remember that was one of the potions on the potion list at Oletus Manor."

"Yes, just like the name of this potion suggests, its effect is to forget, to forget those painful, unforgettable memories." The reporter sighed. "I don't understand why that gentleman has that smell, but it undoubtedly proves that he may have had some connection with someone inside the manor."

"Could it be the potion Uncle Frederick brought back? He's a member of the Orientis Organization. I remember his codename was 'Composer'."

"I'm not sure if Mr. Kreiberg can directly obtain those potions. Generally speaking, Nightmare is in charge of those things, but he hasn't appeared in a long time. Most of the time, he sends Fool's Gold to pass on his messages."

"If I remember correctly, these two seem to have been in cahoots for a long time," the philanthropist muttered. "That money-obsessed Fool Gold, back when he was still an explorer, didn't he..."

"Someone doesn't seem to be much worse." The lawyer pushed his glasses and looked at the philanthropist meaningfully.

[Explorer: Okay, okay, Orpheus and I are in cahoots, right?]

[Entomologist: You three are completely in collusion, aren't you? Two of you are collaborating, and the other one is just hired to do the job.]

[Bartender: I'm more curious about whether Orpheus paid Norton.]

[Novelist: I remember I gave it.]

[Explorer: You've only paid part of it, the balance is still in arrears.]

[Composer: And then you entered the Forest of No Return? Failed to collect the debt and were killed?]

[Fool's Gold: This isn't funny.]

[Nightmare: You've enjoyed all the benefits of the seventh anniversary, how dare you criticize me here?]

[Fool's Gold: That's what I deserve! If you don't arrange the next script for our Memory Embers, Miss Nightingale will come to urge us to update!]

[Nightmare: Didn’t I agree to take Group Zero’s script and use it first?]

[Entomologist: Delaying will not lead to any good results. Look, before Miss Alice came, you had been messing around in the manor's living room for five years.]

[Composer: When Miss Alice comes, you sit up in shock as if you were dying.]

[Nightmare: Can't I just write? My pen tips were used as Abyss Tokens.]

Conan looked at the lawyer and the philanthropist who were about to start arguing again, and his eyes flashed with a half-moon. But then he remembered that he had met the lawyer before after the Black Jack game. "Then Mr. Riley, you said that everyone in your group remained neutral. Why were you there when Sister Marta took me to your survivors' lounge?"

"Maintaining neutrality doesn't mean we don't have to do our basic work. Although the photographer and the Umbrella Soul are in a mess, the basic operation of the manor still needs someone to manage it. I am usually responsible for drawing new maps and providing text descriptions." The lawyer spread his hands.

"Among all the experimental groups, there's probably no completely neutral group other than us and the noisy group," the philanthropist added. "Many people in Groups 2 and 3, Group B, and Groups 6, A and B, were caught up in the conflict."

"Are these all the groups for the manor experiment?" Conan asked curiously.

The reporter answered Conan's question: "Yes, nightmares give these experimental groups special names. For example, Mr. Pearson's group of five is called 'Thistlethorn', which means revenge. And the group of 'Prophet', 'Air Force', 'Professor', and 'Bartender' is called 'Ouroboros', which means the end that will never come."

"So what's the nickname for Mike and his group?"

“‘The Loud Finale,’ he even made the experiment into a program.”

"Sure enough, what a nasty guy!" Conan recalled the nightmare of Crow Head in his mind and vowed to get the formula of those special potions from him.

[Prisoner: Hahahaha, what a rip-off experimental group! I finally managed to break through the siege in Group 10, Group A, only to find three supervisors waiting for me? I was even injured in the last game. What the hell is this?!]

[Meteorologist: Welcome to the fun part of choosing one of Baoping Catman, Electric Shock Laodeng, and Dajinbo.]

[Mechanic: I was just about to say something to you, Luca. Don't you just think you don't listen? I just forgot to tell you when I was dismantling the Bang Bang, and you think I betrayed you?]

[Aviator: He even thought I was scheming because I was hesitating.]

[Meteorologist: I'm really impressed. Luka, are you possessed by Naib? You took down three of us and even dismantled a Bang Bang.]

[Guard 26: Electric villain, bad!]

[Mercenary: I didn't beat Mr. Bane, did I? Luca actually took down Bon Bon.]

[Crazy Eyes: My number 26, you bastard! I even had a vision of the young master and young lady coming back!]

[Prisoner: I admit that I was a little crazy at that time because my brain was electrified, but I really didn't expect that I could kill all three of you. Tracy and Wendy aside, how did you, Mr. Charles, such a big man, get killed?]

[Aviator: I... just didn't expect anyone to do anything.]

"Speaking of which, Ms. Lamb, what's the secret behind this film you brought?" the gardener began to examine the film in the reporter's hand. "You originally wanted to use this to exchange information with us, didn't you?"

"Yes, but now it seems unnecessary..." The reporter sighed. "I can't seem to pay the price."

"So what's the information on the film?" The gardener leaned forward and looked at the reporter with a grin. "Just tell us what it is. It might be valuable to us, and then we'll be happy to help you."

"This is actually a piece of film taken out from one of Desi Melodi's most treasured old cameras. I saw an almost faded figure inside."

The lounge suddenly fell silent.

"Hey, lawyer, hit me, I think I'm hallucinating. The photographer's most precious film has been stolen." The philanthropist stared at the film.

The lawyer punched the philanthropist in the face, and the philanthropist's face swelled up like the lawyer's eyes.

"If one of your eyes wasn't a prosthetic eye, I would really hit you in the eye."

After calming down, the factory director looked at the reporter and said, "If Melody discovers that his film has been stolen, even a small piece, you will be hunted endlessly. You will never be able to return to Melody again."

"Yes, I left no room for retreat," the reporter said with a smile. "He said, 'Go forward like a brave nightingale.' I think I did."

"I initially contacted Madame Red with this film. After hearing the news, she immediately suggested that I leave the Melodi family and seek out the 'First Mate' or contact the 'Thistle Group'. I didn't immediately seek out Mr. Jose because I could sense that Melodi's men were already stalking his base."