Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 153: The Dark Pursuer (Epilogue)

Conan stood up and looked at the door key pattern left on the floor by the priest. Just as he was about to touch it, Ireland recovered from the pain of the sorcerer's curse, got up from the ground, and grabbed Conan.

"Damn, what kind of technology are those Oritis guys using?" Ireland was very angry at the moment.

Before he could recover from the chaotic scene, a huge chess-like statue broke through the tear gas smoke and rushed towards him.

Conan's eyes widened in Ireland's hands. This was the statue he had encountered in the Azoth Library before. He remembered that Fool Gold said that it was the ability of a "sculptor".

"He'll die if hit head-on, he'll definitely die!" Conan's heart was beating wildly.

Ireland also felt a little incredible as he watched those seemingly bulky statues rushing towards him at an incredible speed.

After nimbly dodging the vertical statue of handsomeness, he dodged the horizontal statue of wisdom by moving sideways. When he thought he was out of danger and could breathe a sigh of relief, the two different groups of statues merged into one not far away, becoming the statue of loftiness, which attacked him at an even faster speed.

The Sublime Form mainly hit Ireland, who had no time to dodge, but because the Sublime Form was a range damage, Conan in Ireland's hand also suffered considerable damage.

Ireland, who was hit by the Sublime Form, felt as if he had been run over by a truck. He collapsed to the ground powerlessly, with several ribs broken and blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

Conan on the side was not feeling much better either. Thanks to his small stature, the injuries he suffered were not serious and at least he could still move normally, but he was also lying on the ground gasping for breath.

The dust from the shattered statue rushed into Conan's mouth and nose as he gasped. He coughed painfully and rubbed his eyes, which were blinded by the dust, with his hands, trying to see the current situation clearly.

When he saw Ireland lying on the ground, breathing more than breathing in, he couldn't help but become anxious. He was still hoping to get information about the Black Organization from Ireland.

Seeing Conan move to his side, Ireland said, suppressing the pain: "Hey, Kudo Shinichi."

"Cheer up, don't talk anymore, I will save you. When your injuries are healed, I will force you to reveal the identity of your boss."

Ireland smiled bitterly: "I see, no wonder Vermouth fell in love with you. But don't waste your time, I am very clear about my injuries. Kudo Shinichi, do your best to chase her. It's a pity that you haven't dragged that bastard Gin into the water yet..."

"Tsk, tsk, what a shame! I prefer mature women. Men, I'm not interested at all." The sculptor wheeled her wheelchair in front of the two men. Behind her were the prophet, the priest, and the sorcerer.

The Checkmate's figure slowly emerged before Conan's eyes. She wore a golden crown and a gown with a black and gold checkered pattern. She sat in a throne-like wheelchair. A chessboard sat beside her, with a black piece representing the king on it.

The sculptor looked at Ireland, who had given up struggling, with great interest, completely oblivious to the helicopters circling outside. "Is this the guy you find so hard to deal with? Serfir, have you been neglecting your practice lately? Or is your compassion clouding your judgment again?"

Hearing the sculptor say this, the priest beside him smiled with schadenfreude: "It turns out I'm not the only one who's suspected~"

The prophet looked troubled: "Let him die quickly. We still have to deal with the members of the Black Organization outside."

Conan tried to stop the three but was pulled away by the sorcerer: "Don't annoy the sculptor. She likes to make mature women into human sculptures. You'd better keep quiet now and don't let her notice you or anyone else around you."

The sorcerer signaled Conan with his eyes. Conan looked at Xiaolan who was still unconscious and could only grit his teeth and hide behind the sorcerer.

"Hahaha!" the sculptor laughed a little crazily. "Even though I can't make the Muse statue, I can still consider other designs. Given his size, what kind of model can I make?"

Ireland was dead, with the sculptor's chisel stuck in his heart. The sculptor was gesturing beside him, as if he was looking at an unpolished stone.

The prophet hid aside and silently prayed: "May Duid's bird of war lead you to see through the fog..."

The priest saw this but did not reveal it to the sculptor.

The sorcerer coughed twice, causing the sculptor to turn his attention to her. "I think we should first deal with the helicopter outside that's staring at us like a wasp."

The sculptor showed little interest in such matters. "That's up to you. But, Dorival, you really don't want to join us? You're a Voodoo witch. You really don't want to use the power hidden in your blood at all?"

"I have, and I have betrayed his trust, so I will not join you."

"Him? The cowboy? He's truly one of the rare good guys in the manor... whatever you want." With that, the sculptor turned and wheeled away. Before leaving, she looked at the prophet and said, "Remember, Serphiel Melodi, the Melodi family doesn't need useless people."

Bursts of fire came out of the machine gun muzzle under the Black Organization's helicopter. The firepower was so strong that it knocked down the lights on the iron tower, which made Conan a little panicked.

The prophet signaled the sorcerer with his eyes, and the sorcerer understood and took out the bomb. The sorcerer complained, "DM is such a jerk. He clearly knows that you are not capable of this, but he still insists on you doing this..."

The prophet remained silent, while the priest and the sorcerer started chatting.

Listening to the three people chatting while preparing the bomb, Conan also learned that DM was the current head of the Melodi family. He decided to look up some information after he returned.

"Okay, now we only need one thing." The priest turned to look at Conan. "Little detective, can you lend us your retractable belt?"

In order to escape, Conan had to hand it over.

The sorcerer and the priest tied the telescopic belts on the left and right, and the prophet fixed the bomb at the back. After the telescopic belts on both sides were activated at the same time, the bomb was like a marble placed on a slingshot, and it flew into the air and hit the tail of the helicopter directly. The helicopter was enveloped by flames and electricity, which shocked the four members of the Black Organization on the helicopter.

As a last resort, Gin could only order a retreat: "Just wait and see what happens to you, Oritis guys."

Conan was also quite surprised when he saw this scene, but when he wanted to turn back to look for the prophet and the others, the three of them had already left the tower through the big hole of the priest.

Afterwards, Conan and Haibara discussed all this with Dr. Agasa. Haibara simply refused to talk about Oritis, while Dr. Agasa found information about the Melody family. The current head of the family is named Desi Melody, a French parliamentarian and also a professor of art. His hobby is photography, and he has personally placed many advertisements for the family's perfume shops.

Conanton felt a sense of unease. "There's no doubt that this Desi Melodi is DM, the guy codenamed 'Photographer' in Euridice. I never expected his status to be so high."

In the middle of the night, Conan once again entered the Lake View Village in his dream.

"Is this my dream from last time?" Conan looked around but did not see the same handwriting as last time.

After staying for a while, Conan's figure twisted and disappeared in the dream, and the figure of the dream witch gradually appeared.

"Haha, that's really interesting. I wonder if he can still be so calm after seeing the impact of the abyss. I'm looking forward to it. You too, right, Hastur?"

The water in Lakeview Village formed a whirlpool, and the Lord in Yellow emerged from it. "You're the only one who likes to mess around like this. I'll cooperate with you, as long as you don't make a mess here."

At this time, Conan woke up from his sleep and felt that he was under too much pressure again and needed to relax.