Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 152 The Dark Pursuer (Part )

While the prophet was fighting with Ireland, Conan asked the priest about the case: "Did you cause this case? What exactly do you want to do by lurking in the school?"

The priest was somewhat helpless. "You've already analyzed the murderer's motives. I just wanted to relieve the master's worries and test the latest drug. As for packaging the case as if it were a case of the Nine Muses, it's just a small way to distract the audience."

The priest then pulled out a star track and a veil from his small bag. "As you can see, I messed up, so I have to ask An to help me. I had planned to retrieve the samples when everything was over, and then leave these objects behind."

Conan: "Head of the family?"

"Huh? Didn't Qi Shiyi tell you that the head of the family is what you call DM?"

Conan: Oh no, these two people are from DM's side!

"You're not planning on doing any biochemical experiments with that sample, are you?"

"How can you think that? This is a magic potion that can keep people young forever~"

Conan showed his half-moon eyes: Haha, dying and turning into a corpse can also be said to be eternal youth, right?

After the fight, although the prophet had gained strength thanks to his skin, it did not change his tendency to become increasingly exhausted the more he fought. Furthermore, Ireland was no pushover; his sturdy physique and tall stature caused the prophet considerable trouble.

Finally, under another attack from Ireland, the Prophet was forced to retreat to defend, and the two men were separated.

"It's bad, it's bad. Xiao An is not good at fighting a protracted battle." The priest was a little anxious when he saw the prophet was defeated.

[Priest: Damn it, Eli, when will your troublesome illness be cured?]

[Prophet: Call for support! I can't hold on any longer. Although this skin has a combat power boost, my combat power is far inferior to the gods of war in the manor.]

[Priest: Patricia! Miss Galatea, please save me!]

[Sculptor: It's too far to project into the Pictographic Cemetery. I'm heading this way.]

[Spellcaster: I'll be right there!]

Conan saw the opportunity and prepared to use his powered sneakers and inflatable football, but the sneakers started to emit sparks and the belt didn't react.

"I'm sorry, in order to keep you quiet, I just made them temporarily out of order." The priest looked at Conan apologetically.

The prophet dodged Ireland's punch with a flywheel effect: "Fei, call for backup, quickly!"

"I've called." After saying that, the priest pulled Conan and prepared to run to a safe place.

But Ireland would not let them have their way. He waved away the prophet who was blocking his way, took out his pistol and shot at several people.

At this time, Xiaolan downstairs had seen the policemen lying on the ground, and heard gunshots upstairs, so she hurried to the observation deck.

On the observation deck, the prophet avoided the bullets with the help of the servant bird. The priest pulled Conan to hide behind the pillar and just met Xiaolan who was running up.

"Mr. Eli, and Ms. Fiona? Is that Manager Matsumoto?" Xiaolan saw the prophet fighting with Ireland and the priest holding the injured Conan.

The priest answered Xiaolan's doubts before Conan: "Xiaolan, be careful, that's not Manager Matsumoto, Conan was injured by him!"

Seeing that someone finally came to replace him, the prophet leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, and moved slowly towards the priest.

Seeing this, Xiaolan stared at Ireland's actions with a serious expression, while Ireland pointed a gun at Xiaolan.

Although Xiaolan thought that she could not dodge rifle bullets like Kyogoku Makoto, she could still dodge pistol bullets.

Xiaolan seized the opportunity and dodged the bullet the moment Ireland fired. Then she kicked the gun out of Ireland's hand and started fighting with him.

"He is indeed a karate master, so amazing." The priest exclaimed.

The prophet replied, "Compared to the elites of the action team and the patrol team, they are still a little behind."

"Too bad we're all in the support team. Patricia is in the patrol team, she'll be here to support us soon."

"You won her over?"

"No, I asked her to help me in my own name."

Conan was shocked: the three members of the Mystery Research Club were actually all Oletus's people. Could there be other people in the school...

Xiaolan turned around and kicked the disguise on Ireland's face. The half disguise still hanging on her face scared her, and Ireland seized the opportunity to knock her unconscious.

"Okay, now it's your turn, you guys who are in the way." Ireland pointed his gun at the prophet and the priest.

The prophet smiled and said, "We have new reinforcements arriving."

Ireland chuckled sarcastically, "Oh, you're just being mysterious."

After one shot, the prophet let the bird block it again. When the angry Ireland wanted to shoot again, a needle-like pain swept through his heart.

"Ah!" Cold sweat ran down Ireland's forehead. He didn't understand what was going on.

Looking up, the sorcerer (Teeth of Evil), dressed in black gauze and holding a snake-shaped dagger, was raising the magic weapon in his hand, which was emitting a faint purple light.

Conan on the side was also a little shocked and didn't understand what this method was.

Looking at Ireland being knocked down by the sorcerer, the prophet calmly recovered the sample and the memory card containing the list of undercover agents of the Black Organization.

To prevent Ireland from waking up, the sorcerer was always ready to cast another curse. It was obvious that ordinary humans were far less resistant than the supervisors, and a single three-layer monkey made Ireland's eyes roll back and fall unconscious. Then, the three of them turned back to look at Conan in the corner.

Conan: I'm sweating profusely.

The sorcerer withdrew from the conversation: "I am not interested in your open and secret struggles. You can make your own decisions."

The priest looked at Conan and said, "Don't look at me with such vigilance. He was the one who attacked you in the library last time."

The priest pointed at the prophet, who snorted coldly: "Look at the trouble you've caused. It seems the Black Organization has also sent people here."

The lights in the tower dimmed, and the roar of a helicopter was heard outside. A huge searchlight shone on the people in the observation deck.

In the helicopter, Chianti held up a sniper rifle and observed the situation inside the tower through the sniper scope: "Oh, it seems that Ireland has been knocked down."

Gin sneered, "This guy is incompetent. Go ahead and leave no one alive."

"Okay." Chianti pointed at the prophet closest to the window.

A gunshot rang out, and the prophet used the bird again to block the damage. The priest and the sorcerer pulled Conan into a blind spot.

[Prophet: Fortunately, I saved a lot of birds.]

[Priest: This isn't a solution. Does anyone have a method for attacking aerial targets?]

[Spellcaster: I brought a bang bang bomb with me when I came.]

[Prisoner: This is a joint improvement between Tracy and I. We changed the bomb's cross-shaped range to a more concentrated explosion.]

[Mechanic: Incidentally, it also comes with electromagnetic interference, which can cause the aircraft's instrument panel to malfunction.]

[Aviator: You took the bomb away before I even added the cruise control system.]

[Forward: Fortunately, this bomb won't appear in the manor game (wipes sweat).]

In the helicopter, Chianti tutted in dissatisfaction: "They all hid in a blind spot."

Gin: "Then use tear gas to force them to move."

Soon, the smoke from the tear gas filled the observation deck. The priest, with a troubled look on his face, simply dug a hole connecting the upper and lower floors and took a few people to hide in the lower floor.

Conan was unfortunately left on this floor. His eyes widened as he watched the priest's bizarre methods: "Is this some new type of technology?"