Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 229: Piece-to-Piece Movement (Part )

After the incident at the Golden Rose Theater ended, Conan learned from the little girl that the composer had been staying in Delos Manor and his mental condition was much worse than before.

Considering that this incident has a lot to do with the Oritis Organization, especially the Melody family, Conan went directly to the Delos Manor to find out the situation.

In the living room of Delos Manor, the explorer and the entomologist sat on one side, the novelist and Conan sat on the other side, and the melodious sound of piano could be heard from the room from time to time.

The explorer spoke first: "What the hell happened? It's only been a short time. Has Frederick shut himself off? He won't talk or eat."

The novelist held his forehead helplessly. "I've already told you the details. Lady Mary's death was a huge blow to him, so I'm hoping you two old friends can offer some advice."

The entomologist took a sip of his tea and replied, "Isn't it Frederick's own thoughts that are most important? Does he want to continue to escape like this, or does he want to seek revenge on the Melody family?"

Conan didn't say anything. He understood that Aunt Mary was to Uncle Frederick what Xiaolan was to him. If he put himself in her shoes, Conan couldn't guarantee that he could really remain perfectly rational.

The explorer wasn't worried about the composer's situation. "You're overthinking it. Frederick isn't some pampered young nobleman. He's a man of deep scheming. He might have been planning revenge on the Melodi family for a long time."

The novelist nodded. "I wish he weren't so paranoid. Although he usually appears calm and composed, we all know that he has a stubborn heart. Once he makes up his mind, there's no pulling him back."

"How dare you call others paranoid, old black chicken?" the explorer sneered.

The novelist hit back bluntly: "Stop slandering me, you damned mole!"

The entomologist interrupted the two people who were about to quarrel: "Enough, let's go and check on Frederick first, so that he won't die in the room."

"Okay, okay, Ms. Bee is absolutely right." The explorer put his hands on the sofa, stood up and went to the piano room.

Conan now understood who the five animals the little girl had mentioned before referred to. The raven was Uncle Orpheus, the nightingale was Mrs. Dros, the bee was Aunt Mary, the mouse was Uncle Norton, and the white horse was Uncle Frederick.

Several people stood outside the piano room, listening to the piano music inside, and knocked on the door.

"Frederick, are you okay? We were a little worried about you. You haven't been out for a few days."

After saying this, the novelist turned the doorknob but found it was locked: "What the hell is going on, this guy?"

"It looks like he didn't eat well either." The entomologist pointed to the plate on the ground. The sandwich on the plate was almost untouched.

Seeing this, Conan pressed himself to the floor, trying to see through the crack in the door. The door of the piano room seemed to be facing the piano, but there seemed to be no one in front of the piano.

"Oh no! Something might have happened to Uncle Frederick!" Conan said anxiously.

"Let me get out of the way." The explorer pushed aside the people blocking his way and began to pick the lock.

"Hey!" The novelist gave the explorer a dissatisfied look.

The explorer kept working and kept saying, "Go change the lock yourself later."

With a click, the lock was pried open, and the novelist immediately pushed open the door and looked around the piano room.

As Conan said, there was no one in front of the piano. The piano sound came from a tape recorder, which was set to repeat playback mode and kept repeating the same piano piece.

The sofa on the side was piled with musical instruments that were supposed to be hung on the wall, and the wall that was originally used to display various musical instruments was covered with different survey reports and various materials.

The composer stood by the wall, holding a pen in his hand, writing something in a notebook. At his feet were scattered a large number of sheet music and manuscripts, and next to him was a broken coffee cup, with unfinished coffee spilled on the floor.

"Frederick!" The novelist turned off the tape recorder and called out to the composer in a louder voice.

The composer slowly turned around and looked at several people: "Orpheus, Campbell, Pliny, and Conan... It's not over yet, this is not enough..."

There were deep dark circles under the composer's eyes. His gaze didn't linger on the few people for long. He just glanced at them briefly before continuing to write furiously in his notebook. He looked a little crazy.

"Something doesn't seem right." The explorer whispered in the novelist's ear.

The entomologist looked at the two men, who were shocked by the scene before them, and reminded them with a look of disappointment, "Are you still not trying to make Frederick stop? He looks like he's about to die!"

The explorer reacted immediately and stepped forward to give the composer a stun blow. Under normal circumstances, the composer would have raised his tuning fork and attacked the explorer, but now he was too tired and fell directly onto the sofa beside him.

Then the novelist and the explorer, one in front and one in the back, moved the composer to the big sofa in the living room, and called the doctor to examine the composer.

"He has been staying up late for several days, hasn't eaten well, and has been in a tense state for a long time. Let him rest for a few days. If he continues like this, he may really die suddenly." The doctor gave this diagnosis and treatment advice.

"Then you two can help look after Frederick first. I'll go to the piano room to see what he's been up to these days." The novelist stood up and signaled Conan to come with him.

In the piano room, the novelist first sorted out the music scores and manuscripts on the floor before carefully examining the materials posted on the wall.

Conan also came over to check it out and took photos of the information with his mobile phone at any time.

"It seems to be information about the Melodi family and their collaborators." The novelist said, looking at the investigation report on the wall.

Conan nodded in agreement.

"Galatea Claude, codenamed 'Sculptor', Supervisor. Possesses the ability to manipulate physical statues, resulting in immense destructive power. She enjoys creating human statues, particularly mature women, and is extremely dangerous."

Conan has seen this artist who looks crazy and is even more crazy than Jack.

"Jack Ripert, codenamed 'Jack', the Supervisor. A murderer who can become invisible and appears and disappears at will. He enjoys 'entertaining guests' and claims it is his art. One of the deputies of the Melody family."

Now Conan knows what Jack's real name is. He didn't expect that his code name and name are the same. However, the surname "Rippel" seems to mean "ripper". Is he really the "Jack the Ripper" in history?

Considering that the Oritis Organization was able to create the Queen "Marie Antoinette" from hundreds of years ago, this "Jack" is also likely to be an artificial human with the memories of the former "Jack the Ripper".

Conan pondered this carefully and felt that this was very possible. If this "Jack" was truly an artificial human, then the consciousness of the "good boy" was the original good consciousness of this body, and the "bad boy" was the implanted consciousness of the Ripper. After the two merged, they became the current "Jack".