Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 186 Underground Auction (Part 2)

The auction venue is located in the basement of a high-end hotel. It is magnificent, with many waiters moving among the crowd, serving drinks to the guests. With the help of Vermouth, Toru Amuro disguises himself as a waiter, and Vermouth selects a guest who comes alone and disguises herself as that guest.

[Mercenary: Amuro Toru really can't escape the fate of working part-time, no matter where he goes. Can't he just take over the identity of a customer like Vermouth?]

[Painter: Maybe I’m used to it.]

[Perfumer: Thanks to Demi, we can go directly to the premium box, saving us from useless conversations with the people below.]

[Sculptor: But Amuro Toru is likely to disguise himself as someone who is here to provide services.]

[Composer: I hid a gun in my cane, so if he's alone, at least he won't be at a disadvantage.]

[Photographer: Honestly, with that small box, Miss Galatea could easily place a few statues there and crush any intruder to death.]

Gin ordered the mercenary and Vodka to walk around the venue and observe whether there were any suspicious people. He himself went to find the peripheral members who were responsible for conveying information.

The mercenary ran directly to the extended buffet table, eating while gathering information. Vodka also learned bad habits from the mercenary, ran to the bar, ordered several drinks, and started chatting with the bartender.

At this time, Toru Amuro noticed those high-end boxes. He thought that members of the Oritis Organization or the Melody Family must be in one of them, so he began to test them one by one. Finally, after being rejected countless times, the perfumer opened the door of the box for him.

"Why are you here so late?" the perfumer complained in a rather sharp voice. "The organizer of this auction is really inconsiderate."

"Don't complain, Vera. There's no need to get angry with a little waiter. Just complete the task assigned to you by the master."

"Yes." The perfumer nodded to the sculptor and immediately gave orders to Amuro Toru. "Why don't you go and prepare our tableware?"

"Little waiter" Toru Amuro nodded repeatedly, went to clean up a few wine glasses on the small dining table in the box, and took the opportunity to look at the two men and two women in the box.

A spool of thread hangs from the sculptor's wheelchair, and a pair of scissors rests on a delicate sewing table covered with a lace tablecloth. Her headdress is a fabric bud dotted with pearls, and her white skirt is covered with layers of knitted flowers, giving her a look of elegance and nobility.

The painter (Narcissus) is wearing a luxurious golden-red dress, with a large number of ribbons, bows and lace inlaid with pearls, which show his art and romance. A mask decorated with daffodils is worn on his face, adding a touch of mystery to the artist.

The perfumer (not here tonight) wore a veil decorated with white roses, and her white gauze dress was also decorated with white roses and gold patterns. Her face was full of pride, and she held a bottle of exquisite perfume in her hand. At this moment, she was gently spraying the perfume, as if to dispel her depressed mood.

The composer (Ghost Sail) has his hair tied into a neat braid with a black ribbon, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead. He has a silk bow tie on his chest that flows like water waves, and a jellyfish-shaped brooch carved out of sapphires is pinned on the chest of his blue and gold dress, revealing an aristocratic air.

While cleaning up the dishes, Toru Amuro hid a bug on the back of the dining table, and when leaving the box, he attached a miniature camera to the door handle. After running to an empty corner, he turned on the bugging and video recording equipment.

"What kind of artwork attracted Mr. Melodi to such a high profile that he sent your trusted subordinate to this auction?" It was the composer who spoke.

The perfumer paused and said with some dissatisfaction, "The artwork is just something I need to take back along the way. What I really need to do is much more important."

"You've used the Uriel family's 'eternal beauty' as bait. It's easy to imagine who you're trying to catch," the painter said, admiring the sketch on his easel. "But you're actually using the real thing to fish. Aren't you afraid of messing up?"

"If we don't use the real thing, how can we catch those cunning fish? Besides, this is clearly the mess left by the old master. I..."

"After all, you're afraid that if you don't do something to demonstrate your loyalty, you'll be purged like the old party." The painter turned. "After all, the last person who supported the old patriarch was assassinated by Sephir a while ago."

"My loyalty to the master is evident to all. I manage all the perfume shops and all the work. Isn't this enough to prove how much the master values ​​me? Why should I express my loyalty in this way?"

The painter scoffed. "That only proves that you're a useful tool. Besides your superb perfume-making skills, what else can you offer?"

"Shut up, Walden!" the perfumer glared at the painter. "You're so self-righteous! Just spend your whole life dreaming about Narcissus."

"Okay, Miss Neil, don't forget that Mr. Walden was invited by Mr. Melody to serve as an artistic consultant. This alone shows the difference. After all, not everyone is like you, whose identity and status are stolen." The composer spoke from the side.

The perfumer seemed to have been hit in a sore spot: "Shut up! I am Vera Nell, no one can replace my identity and status!"

After a while, the perfumer calmed down and began to mock the composer: "Kleiberg, don't think you're so glorious now. You're the only one left in your family. Even if you become famous and become an outstanding composer in the future, will your mother still be able to see it?"

The composer's face darkened instantly: "I still have my aunt by my side, I'm not alone."

"Ha, aunt! Mary should have changed her last name to Capet after marrying in France. Her husband is that unfortunate Manus. Only people like you can be deceived by false appearances. You..."

The perfumer was about to continue when the sculptor intervened and interrupted her: "That's enough. Mr. Kreborg is also Mr. Melody's collaborator, and the owner of the house has promised to protect Madam Mary's safety in every sense of the word."

The sculptor emphasized the word "safe" several times, as if to reassure the composer, and then raised a glass of red wine, wanting to invite the composer to sit down.

"I want to go out for some fresh air. I think the piano music over there in the restaurant can relax my tense nerves." The composer rejected the sculptor's request, turned the door handle and left the box.

The composer, having noticed the tiny camera early on, certainly didn't forget to "accidentally" break it when opening the door. Meanwhile, the perfumer in the private room pretended to be angry and kicked over the small dining table, destroying the bug.

Toru Amuro looked at the surveillance footage that had turned into a snowflake and the eavesdropping device that was busy, and left this small corner with a serious expression.