Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 187 Underground Auction (Part 3)

[Blind Girl: Everyone’s acting is amazing.]

[Artist: But Vera, isn't it a bit exaggerated for you to kick over the table to destroy the bug? There's even red wine on the table.]

[Perfumer: Who wants to drink this low-quality wine? Come on, this is the good stuff Demi gave me before.]

[Sculptor: So Mr. Frederick, who left the box, will not have a good time.]

[Composer: I have to go and have a chance encounter with Vermouth now, so please save me a drink.]

[Mercenary: Vermouth is near the bar, just pretend to come over and order a drink.]

[Bartender: I think Toru Amuro has already passed the news to Vermouth. She will definitely come over and try to get close to you.]

[Composer: Yeah, that blonde woman at the bar has glanced at me three times.]

Toru Amuro informed Vermouth of the clothing and appearance of the four people he had seen in the private room, and told her that one of them would soon arrive at the restaurant, so she should keep an eye out. Vermouth, who had been wandering around the restaurant, using her wealthy identity to get close to the guests, also noticed the composer approaching.

"A glass of white wine, thank you." The composer ignored the noisy crowd around him, picked up the wine glass and walked to the piano, watching the pianist playing the music.

Vermouth came over at the right time to try to get closer to him: "It's rare for this gentleman to be here alone enjoying music. I thought all the guests here were here for the auction."

The composer frowned at Vermouth: "It seems that you should first state your name before getting close to others, ma'am."

"Oh, excuse me. I'm Jane Edland, a wealthy businessman. I'm here specifically to purchase some precious artworks to enrich my collection." Vermouth directly used the identity information of the wealthy businessman whose identity she had stolen.

"Good evening, Ms. Edeland. I'm Frederick Kreiberg, a composer, and I'm here at the invitation of a friend."

The composer looked the disguised Vermouth up and down. "If your target this time is a work of art, I'm sure my colleague will find something in common with you."

"Mr. Kreiberg's colleagues must all be highly accomplished in the arts."

"Yes." The composer did not intend to expand the subject.

Vermouth tried to elicit more information: "This musician's skills are quite impressive. Since you're a composer, do you have any famous works?"

"My latest work is 'Embers of Memory', but it hasn't been released yet. I plan to give this piece of music to my aunt as a gift."

[Novelist: When did you compose this piece of music while we weren't paying attention?]

[Entomologist: As long as it's not some scary little nursery rhyme like Circus Noisy.]

[acrobat:?]

[Explorer: Knowing Frederick, I'm sure he'll take revenge on Oxygen Face through music.]

[Novelist: I just wrote a novel about your family gossip. Why are you taking revenge on me?]

[Entomologist: Campbell, you can't expect Orpheus to be self-aware.]

[Reporter: So Mr. Kreiberg, could you tell us what the theme of this piece is?]

[Composer: A story about a nightingale and a raven who met in a fire and were both burned to ashes.]

[Novelist: Frederick!]

[Little Girl: Huh? But isn't this song for Aunt Mary? Isn't it a little inappropriate?]

[Composer: The song I want to give to my aunt is another one, the one I composed for the racecourse.]

[Mrs. Red: As long as you put your heart into it, I'll like it.]

Vermouth then asked, "Who is your aunt?"

"Mary Clayburgh, the leading actress of the Golden Rose Theater, is a very famous star." The painter walked over.

The composer looked at the painter who came to interrupt with an unhappy look: "Mr. Walden, this seems to be a conversation between me and Ms. Edeland."

The painter smiled and said, "Nothing, I just came to remind you that the auction will start soon."

Seeing another person coming, Vermouth immediately stepped forward to get information: "Who is this Mr. Walden?"

"The only son of the Walden family, Egg Walden, is a great painter who pursues art. He is the one I mentioned before who is quite knowledgeable about paintings." As if in retaliation for the painter's interruption just now, the composer leaked some information about the painter.

"My status as the only son of the Walden family really limits my ability to express myself. After all, my family is full of idiots who have no artistic talent but think they control people's aesthetic thinking. Wait until I become the head of the family, and see how I will deal with those old stubborn people." The painter expressed deep disgust towards his own family.

The composer twitched his lips. "Obviously, those of us who come from wealthy families share the same worries, as does Mr. Melody. And as for you, Walden, do your blood-stained hands tremble unconsciously when you hold the brush?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, you are already the current head of the Kreberg family. Of course you will look down on me, the 'young master'. Could it be that the fire that burned down the Kreberg family's old house gave you a lot of inspiration, great composer?" The painter sneered back mercilessly.

Vermouth felt like she had just caught some big news and wanted to ask, "Gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this auction?"

The painter had obviously lost interest in continuing the conversation: "What a gathering of mediocre people, devoid of any sense of art or beauty."

After saying this, the painter turned and left, leaving Vermouth and the composer with a romantic back view.

Vermouth was about to turn around and look at the composer when the composer spoke: "I'm sorry, Ms. Edland, I don't think we are close enough to share this secret."

Then the composer followed the painter and left the restaurant, leaving Vermouth alone.

[Magician: As expected of a noble, there's nothing wrong with this tone and behavior.]

[Perfumer: Speaking of which, the only survivors in the manor who can be considered nobles are Frederick, Egg, Orpheus, and José.]

[First Mate: My family is already in a state of decline, not as good as the first three.]

[Bartender: The Supervisor, Madam Mary and Mr. Joseph?]

[Photographer: I guess so, but Mrs. Mary's situation is more complicated than mine.]

[Madame Red: No matter how many "Marys" I am stitched together, at least I think of myself now as Mary Clayburgh, Frederick's aunt.]

[Novelist: I will use this as inspiration for my new script.]

[composer:?]

Vermouth watched the composer and the painter walk away and sent a message to Amuro Toru. Knowing that the composer and the painter were about to return to the box, Amuro Toru decided to take another risk and go to find out more information.

After all, he felt that even the members of Oritis might not be able to recognize him directly when he was disguised as Vermouth. The fact that the few people in the box just now did not react to him was proof of this.