Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 142 Lisa's Cabin (Part )

When people came to the greenhouse, they saw a scarecrow standing next to the flower field.

The gardener excitedly introduced the scarecrow to everyone: "This is Mr. Skelcroft, my good friend. He has been watching over the flower fields for me while I'm busy. However, he doesn't like to speak in front of many people."

Xiaolan thought the gardener must have regarded the scarecrow as an imaginary friend or something, so she greeted the scarecrow cooperatively: "Hello, Mr. Skellclaw."

Conan thought so at first, but the doctor's worried expression made him feel that things were not that simple. Moreover, he noticed that in addition to the flower fields and gardening tools piled in the corner, there was also a bookshelf with a lot of information stored in it.

Noticing Conan's look, the gardener took the initiative to explain: "The bookshelf contains my observation records of some plants, as well as some photos and other materials. Little brother, if you are interested, you can take a look at this natural history book I made."

The gardener took out a thick notebook from the bookshelf and handed it to Conan. Conan, who was not interested in the flower fields, sat on a stool nearby and began to read it.

The notebook recorded many plants, including the blue thistle that Conan had asked about before. However, the more Conan turned to the back, the more worried he felt, because this did not look like a book about "natural things".

"Dahlia—He was once the Queen's only love. If he hadn't appeared later in the story, 'betrayal' wouldn't have become his new name."

"Verbena - He waited in silence for the sunset, the weeping flowers were pitiful."

"Trumpet creeper—all he covets is the unfettered freedom within the fragrance of the flower."

"Money tree—he covered his eyes with money tree flowers, out of sight, out of mind."

"Coltsfoot—he, the fair officer, has decided to sail that very day."

"Widowmaker—she doesn't belong here. She just doesn't allow certain things to happen."

"Rosemary—rosemary may wither, but its fragrance remains. Silent, she speaks nothing, only dwelling on memories."

"Mandragora—a marginal figure sleeping in darkness. Perhaps only a little blood can awaken this flower spirit."

"Tuber-blooming primrose—when the last ray of sunlight slips away from the earth, that's when the tuberose blooms. He reminds everyone not to get intoxicated by this dangerous flower's fragrance."

"Acorus—sincere, brave, and kind, she pursues freedom and believes that the sun will eventually illuminate every piece of land."

These flowers had all appeared as code names on Bearstein Island, and Conan found it hard to believe that the gardener had never been to the island. Moreover, the name "Margaretha Hari" was written on the "Iris" page, which made him even more suspicious that this part of the natural history was an investigation report on Bearstein.

With such doubts, Conan was about to ask the gardener, but was stopped by the doctor. The doctor did not say anything, but silently handed over a medical record in his hand.

Conan read on with an inquiring mind.

"Name: Emma Woods, Age: 22."

"Symptoms: Diagnosed with delusional disorder."

"Record: A childhood accident left her with a profound lack of sense of security. When she's alone, she develops a strong emotional dependence on certain objects for self-protection, which in turn leads to fantasies."

"Medical advice: To prevent irritation to the patient, psychotropic medication is not recommended. Warm friendship and family companionship can reduce the time she spends immersed in fantasies and alleviate her neurotic state."

After reading the medical record, Conan widened his eyes in shock and looked at the doctor.

The doctor squatted down and whispered to Conan, "She is a good girl. She suffered this disease when she was a child due to a fire. Her father asked me to treat her, and I gave this treatment suggestion, so I will accompany her while her father is busy with work."

Conan also replied in a low voice: "So, the talking scarecrow and this natural history book are actually her imagination?"

The doctor nodded. "The scarecrow is her friend. She has endowed the plants in the flower field with various personalities, which she uses to perform different plays in this greenhouse. Although this is part of her self-protection, I sincerely hope she can break free from this fantasy."

"Is there no medicine that can suppress this symptom?" Conan understood that the natural history book must be just a coincidence and should have nothing to do with Belstein. Those strange descriptions were just the gardener's fantasy.

"If I use drugs, it will only cause greater mental stress to her. I hope to cure her with a gentler approach."

Conan also nodded. After understanding the doctor's good intentions, he even began to admire the doctor a little.

[Lawyer: Can this be explained?]

[Novelist: As the saying goes, half depends on the script, and the other half depends on the imagination of smart people.]

[Magician: Isn't this a classic case of being too clever for one's own good? The truth is right before our eyes, and this whole process has brought us back to square one.]

[Gardener: Actually, I'm not that dependent on the scarecrow anymore. I have you all by my side.]

[The Doctor: Lydia will always protect Lisa.]

[Factory Manager: Dad will always be by your side.]

[Lucky Guy: Don’t get too emotional yet, I’m going to add some exciting news: takeout is here~]

[Blind girl:?]

The blind girl who was still working in the flower shop received a takeaway blueberry (belladonna) pie from the lucky guy.

[Blind Girl: It’s really explosive news.]

[Forward: What? It's the manor's secret blueberry pie!]

[Mechanic: It's actually the most poisonous substance in the manor, second only to the manor's small drinks!]

[Philanthropist: This is too hellish.]

The blind girl knocked on the greenhouse door and called everyone out: "Emma, ​​Emily, did anyone order takeout? A blueberry pie was delivered here."

When they returned to the flower shop, the gardener was surprised: "That's strange, I didn't order anything like this."

Maori Kogoro stepped forward at this time: "It's okay, ladies, I, Maori Kogoro, am here. Even if it's a bomb sent to you, I can easily deal with it!"

Conan's eyes widened when he heard that.

Maori Kogoro opened the takeaway packaging and found that it was actually just a blueberry pie. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Uh, this seems to be just an ordinary pie."

The gardener stepped forward and said, "Blueberry pie? No, that's not right. That's belladonna!"

The doctor added, "Belladonna berries are highly poisonous and look very similar to blueberries. Who on earth would send something like this..."

The doctor, wearing gloves and a mask, asked everyone to step back and broke open the malicious pie. Inside was a piece of paper sealed with a wax ball. On the paper was a single, meaningless word: "The Three Goddesses of Fate."

Conan immediately analyzed: "The three goddesses of fate refer to Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropolos. Is this a hint?"

Since the blind girl couldn't see the delivery man's face, they had no more clues. Suspecting that this might be some kind of threat, the gardener and the doctor decided to ask Kogoro Mouri to help them solve the problem. If they received similar threatening letters again, they would contact the detective agency to solve the problem.