Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 151: The Dark Pursuer (Part 9)

Conan frowned and continued his reasoning: "The truth you told Mr. Mizutani was mixed with lies. The seven people all sent bouquets on Miss Nanako's first anniversary. If only one or two people sent bouquets, it could be considered personal atonement, but if everyone sent bouquets together, there can only be one possibility."

"That's to express gratitude. Thank you very much for giving up her place in the elevator for everyone."

Mizutani Kosuke suddenly realized: "Could it be that Nanako was not kicked out of the elevator, but she took the initiative..."

Motokami Kazuki nodded: "Yes, because Nanako is very kind-hearted. However, even if she voluntarily gave up the elevator, it still cannot change the fact that Nanako was killed because of them taking the elevator!"

"Mr. Mizutani, Nanako did die because of those seven people. However, while dying for others is a far cry from your suicide to take the blame for Mr. Motogami's crime, it's like the difference between the twinkling stars in the sky and the stones found everywhere on the ground."

After a moment's contemplation, Mizutani Kosuke came to his senses and decided to withdraw from the plan to defile his lover: "I'm sorry, I have decided not to commit suicide. This child's words have made me sober. I believe that Nanako in heaven would not want me to commit suicide. What's more, brother, you just said that there are other people behind you who are instigating you. Go and turn yourself in. That will at least help..."

"Shut up!" Motokami Kazuki roared. "I told you this because I wanted you to take revenge on your own, but you didn't have the courage. So I had to do it myself!"

Conan retorted, "That's not courage, it's just your self-satisfaction."

"Stop talking nonsense! Since Detective Maori isn't here, that means you're alone. I can just kill you all and then hide and that'll be it!"

After saying that, Motokami Kazuki took out a knife and attacked Conan.

Ireland, disguised as Manager Matsumoto, suddenly appeared and shot him from behind. Conan, who had already noticed something was wrong, raised his watch tranquilizer gun and shot at Ireland, but Ireland dodged it directly, causing the needle to hit Mizutani Kosuke.

Ben Shangheshu, who was shot and fell to the ground, wanted to struggle, but was knocked down by Ireland with a punch.

"Sure enough, you are Ireland." Conan looked at Ireland with a serious expression.

At the same time, Officer Takagi and Officer Sato finally arrived at the small house in the Beika Forest. The person tied up in the house was the real Manager Matsumoto. The tape on the rhinoceros beetle was his distress signal. Only people of his age in the Metropolitan Police Department knew about the Beatles.

Vermouth told Gin about Ireland's exposure. After all, he knew Conan's true identity and had to be silenced.

At the bottom of the Touto Tower, Xiaolan asked the staff and learned that Conan was indeed there and had not come out. When she learned that there was a murderer at the top of the tower, she ran to the top of the tower anxiously.

At this time, at the observation deck, Ireland fumbled in Ben Shanghe Shu's backpack and found the bottle of inferior version of "Eternal Beauty" and the memory card.

"That's Oritis's special poison, and the memory card that contains the organization's undercover roster."

"Yes, that's right. When did you find out I was an imposter?"

"I have a vague guess. If it wasn't Vermouth, who's good at disguises, but someone else was sent to infiltrate, it means the target's size is too different from hers, so it's impossible to impersonate her."

"When you think about it that way, you become the prime suspect."

Ireland slowly poured himself a glass of wine, swirled the glass and said, "I see, you're truly Kudo Shinichi."

Although he had expected it, Conan still couldn't help feeling nervous when he heard that his identity was exposed.

"Before confirming the fingerprints were the same, I was only half-believing it."

"Have you reported this to your boss?"

"No, I haven't told anyone yet."

"You didn't tell Gin either?"

"Heh, he once shot and killed a member of the organization who had made a mistake, and threw his body into the fire at the Beihu City Hotel, burning him to charcoal. Afterwards, I went to the Snow Country, the organization's most skilled in disposing of corpses, but they couldn't recover his body. I have always respected him as a father."

Conan immediately recalled what happened at the Haido City Hotel: "Is it Pisco?"

"Heh, it seems you've figured out our situation too. Not being able to kill Kudo Shinichi, and not even being able to uncover your true identity, was a major mistake on that guy's part. I'm going to take you to meet that guy and use you as a witness so that that bumbling, cold-blooded guy can be exposed and kicked out of office."

Conan thought to himself: Now he is the only one who knows my true identity. I just need to defeat him here... But the tranquilizer gun has been used up, and the only thing left is...

Conan looked down at his power sneakers, but was caught off guard and was knocked away by a powerful punch from Ireland.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll just make you unconscious. If I don't bring you back alive, that guy probably won't believe you're Kudo Shinichi himself."

After a few punches, Conan was beaten so badly that he had no power to fight back.

Just when Ireland was about to deliver the final punch, a flying owl blocked Conan's way. After a bird cry, Conan felt that he was being held in someone's arms, and there was another person confronting Ireland in front of him.

"Tsk, you guys are Oritis's people." Ireland stretched his muscles.

The one confronting Ireland was the Prophet (An), who was wearing a black leather jacket and looked very capable. His hair was black with a white highlight, and he wore a pair of glasses in front of his blue eyes. There was a golden armband with a "4" logo engraved on it on his shoulder, and a silver dagger was on his waist. The brown-gray owl was perched on his shoulder.

Conan turned around and looked at the person who was hugging him. It was the priestess (Fei), wearing a black maid outfit, with flamboyant red hair, and an armband with a snake-shaped family crest with "5" engraved on it. She was holding an exquisite silver plate decorated with black and white roses in her hand, with strange symbols painted on the plate.

Conan recognized the two people: "Sister Fiona, and Brother Eli?"

"Oh, little detective, you always like to expose yourself to danger. This is not good. I'd better send you away first." After the priest said this, he raised his door key and wanted to call the sorcerer who had been waiting downstairs to open the big hole.

"No, I can't leave like this." Conan stood up with difficulty with the support of the priest.

The priest held his forehead and said, "Alas, if one or two people are like this, it will make it difficult for the maid to carry out the cleaning work."

While confronting Ireland, the Prophet turned back and complained, "It's you who threw the prototypes around and had people experiment on them, and that's why this mess happened. Fei, I need an explanation when we get back."

"Oh, An, you don't still think that I have any rebellious thoughts towards the master of the family. Poor me, a diligent maid, who has worked for the Melodi family for so long, and finally got rid of the old master. Now the new master takes the position, and you are doubting me again..." The priest said as he covered his face with the key to the door, as if he was really crying in grievance.

Although the prophet still wanted to argue with the priest, the attack from Ireland left him no time to think about anything else.