Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 429: Imitator Carnival (Part 9)

As soon as Xie Bian opened his eyes, he saw his good brother who had no facial features looking at him with a look of concern. (Don't ask how Xie Bian could tell Fan Wujiu's expression.)

[Air Force: Aren't you guys overacting a bit? Can you really tell Mr. Fan's face is full of emotion?]

[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): My brother and I are in tune with each other. We can understand each other's feelings without needing to read their facial expressions.]

[First Mate: With that look on your face right now, I don't even know where you're looking.]

[Red Butterfly: Isn't this obvious?]

[Madam Red: I can tell what Mr. Fan is looking at by looking at Mr. Xie's expression.]

"It's okay. Sorry to have worried you, Wujiu." Xie Bian straightened up. "Is there any tea? Mr. Joseph's world is exquisite, but there's not even a drop of tea. I'm so thirsty."

The photographer smiled awkwardly. "If you weren't the supervisor, you wouldn't have died from having your vitality sucked out. You definitely wouldn't just be thirsty now."

"Absorb vitality?" Kaito Kidd looked at the photo album in the photographer's hand.

"Well, all the photos Mr. Joseph took were used to 'feed' the original photo." The priest explained to them.

Jack clapped his hands and laughed. "So, a supervisor like me who needs to select his prey is far different from Mr. Joseph who accepts everyone. After all, I just want to express my art, while Mr. Joseph treats those experimental subjects as consumables."

"But to this day, the photo hasn't regained any color, let alone the 'memories' it contained."

Looking at Jack's smug smile, the photographer's face gradually darkened.

Conan felt his scalp tingling as he watched the actions of these people. In his understanding, if Jack was killing selectively, then the photographer was simply taking human lives for his own goals.

"Alas, if you don't work for yourself, you'll be punished by heaven and earth. Honestly, we can't blame Mr. Joseph for anything. After all, the moment we became mediums, we almost killed Mr. Jose," Xie Bian said helplessly. "My brother and I once lived in the umbrella, and it just so happened that Old Baden transported us here as antiques. Mr. Jose took us to the manor, and then..."

I didn't expect that there was such a story between the Umbrella Soul brothers and the first mate. No wonder they seem to have a good relationship. Conan thought to himself.

"A man with connections is a man with connections. Everyone was shocked that he didn't die despite all that," the philanthropist complained. "I thought it was tradition to die once before entering the manor."

"Wait, you said you all 'died' once?" Hattori Heiji originally thought that he had begun to accept all the unreasonable explanations of the Oritis Manor. He initially thought that only the supervisors were truly "dead", but he didn't expect that everyone had "died" once.

"How did Mr. Pearson 'die' in the first place?" Conan asked, determined to shock the audience.

"Hey kid, can you ask something normal? Would anyone directly ask about the other person's death appearance?" The philanthropist covered his face helplessly.

At this time, the lawyer (Mr. White Rabbit) came in from the hall and answered Conan's question: "He was tied to a scarecrow and burned to death."

"You're not much better off, either. Mr. Leo shot you in the head, even though you never intended to survive the experiment from the start." The philanthropist continued to exchange barbs with the lawyer. "And your goal was to have you and Dr. Emily die together in the experiment."

Conan looked at the lawyers' uniforms and felt that this place was about to become a special performance of "Alice in Wonderland". The guard No. 26 just now was the March Hare, and there was also Mr. White Rabbit here. Oh wait, there were even two "Alices" here.

The doctor, exiting the imitator arena, watched the two men bickering unhappily. "Our original goal was to make little Lisa the sole winner, but Mr. Riley somehow perfected our plan."

The gardener looked at the philanthropist with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pearson, I really didn't mean to do that. I didn't expect..."

"No, it's okay, it's okay. You were already very ill at the time. You couldn't even tell the difference between a scarecrow and a real person." The philanthropist quickly waved the gardener away from his apology. "And if I hadn't sent you back to the orphanage without knowing about it, you wouldn't have been so traumatized. I failed Mr. Leo's expectations."

"Okay, shouldn't it be time for the next game? The people in the research team are eager to try." The lawyer frowned and looked at Conan and the others. "I heard that they can all use their corresponding abilities. If I don't have any special abilities, won't I die quickly if I go on stage?"

"Mr. Riley has no special abilities?" Conan scratched his head. He thought that every member of the Oletus Manor had their own abilities.

"He is playing tricks on you. His ability is equivalent to full map perspective. Wherever you go will be shown on his map." The philanthropist immediately revealed the secret of the lawyer's map.

The lawyer blushed and said, "Pearson, you only know how to expose my shortcomings! My abilities are limited!"

"Lao Lu, it's time for you to retire. The research team is so full of talented people that there's almost no room for you. You might as well switch to the operations team!"

"Fuck you! Why don't you switch to the logistics team? You could just help them keep an eye on that troublemaker Florian!"

Seeing that the two men were about to start fighting on the sofa, the doctor stood up and slammed the long knife in his hand into the floor. The granite floor instantly made a dull sound, interrupting the quarrel between the lawyer and the philanthropist.

"Ahem, gentlemen, please stop arguing. There are children here." The reporter was naturally referring to the little girl next to him.

At this moment, the little girl was happily pouring tea for the Umbrella Soul brothers, holding a teapot that looked just like the one used to guard bomb number 26. Xie Bian gently stroked the little girl's head and said, "Welcome home, little 'Memory'."

After seeing the ferocious doctor's attack, the lawyer and the philanthropist immediately gave in and stood aside obediently. Then the philanthropist kicked the lawyer dishonestly and said, "You have to play next. Go quickly."

The lawyer grabbed the philanthropist and said, "Good brothers should share hardships. Don't even think about running away alone."

"Who is your good brother? I really am..." The philanthropist wanted to say something, but when he saw the doctor and guard No. 26 turning their heads towards him, his momentum instantly wilted.

"You'd better pray that you get a career card that allows you to protect yourself, otherwise I will be the first one to dance on your corpse, holding up my colorful lights and dancing!"

When Conan's people heard the philanthropist's somewhat vicious threat, they immediately felt as if an enemy said that if the enemy died, they would go to his grave to dance.

Kaito Kidd couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle: "What? These two uncles are quite interesting."

Of course, it would be better if the topics related to life and death were removed. After all, no one wants to participate in this imitator carnival when their life is threatened.

"Now that the situation has become like this, I hope the rules can be changed. Ms. Ivy, is that okay?" The reporter asked the Shadow of Time and Space standing aside.