Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 281: The Ghost of the Crystal Palace (Part 1)

The prisoner looked shocked. "Could it be that the fireworks were stolen as well?"

The Crying Clown said anxiously, "Anyway, Mr. Investigator, please come with me and take a look!"

The group walked through the crowd and came to the less crowded right corridor. The meteorologist and the factory manager (not for sale) were standing at the door of the fireworks shop.

"Mr. Leo, Miss Wendy, I'm back!" The crying clown leaned against the wall, panting a little.

The meteorologist shook his weather bottle and looked at everyone: "Qiu Ke, this happened suddenly, and I don't have enough fire-fighting materials in my warehouse."

Conan, who ran over, was also surprised: "Why are we suddenly talking about firefighting?"

At this time, the gardener came out of the fireworks shop and said, "Dad, this is bad. I just pried open the lock of the fireworks store's storage room and checked. The fireworks inside are empty. There is not even any gunpowder left."

Yuanzi recognized the factory director and his daughter: "Hey, isn't this Miss Emma? Is that your father next to her?"

The factory manager also had a red scarf around his neck with "by Lisa" written on it, which was quite eye-catching.

The factory manager explained, "My textile shop is on the second floor. Qiu Ke just said his fireworks were lost, so we came over to check. It turned out that not only were the prepared fireworks missing, but even the gunpowder from the previously sealed batch of fireworks was stolen."

The gardener was a little anxious: "Dad, don't say that. The most likely reason for the gunpowder theft is that the thief wanted to set it on fire!"

"I'm Wendy Ford, a meteorologist," the meteorologist said solemnly. "My shop happens to display all sorts of weather in a bottle, so I have some fire-fighting materials that can bring the temperature down, but judging by the amount of gunpowder that was stolen, it's just a drop in the bucket."

The Weeping Clown rubbed his hair and said in distress, "It's over, it's over! If all that gunpowder gets piled up and ignites, the Crystal Palace will be blown to the sky!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone lost their composure. The gardener quickly covered the crying clown's mouth.

"Shh, don't let too many people know, otherwise it will cause panic and a stampede!"

The prisoner thought seriously, "The solution now is to contact the warden and the Lady Baroness and have them evacuate the tourists under the pretext of the exhibition being over. Then we can search for the stolen gunpowder."

Soon, several people went to find the savage who was on duty and the Red Lady who was still sorting the jewelry, and explained to them the theft of the gunpowder.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, the Red Lady acted decisively and immediately asked the savages to evacuate the tourists, claiming that the tourists still staying in the Crystal Palace might be accomplices of the ghost who stole the Mountain-of-Noor. Of course, the tourists did not want to take the blame, and soon left the Crystal Palace one after another.

At this time in the fireworks shop, Conan, the factory manager and the meteorologist stood together, while the Crying Clown and the gardener went out to find the toy merchant to help.

The factory manager looked at the fireworks in the pried-open storage room, where only the paper shells were left, and frowned deeply: "If I had known this would happen, I would never have brought little Lisa here."

The meteorologist sighed, "If the Doctor hadn't suddenly disappeared, Miss Emma wouldn't have suddenly become so depressed, and you wouldn't have wanted to bring her to such a lively place to relax."

Conan was a little shocked: "Mr. Leo, Ms. Wendy, are you also members of the Oritis Organization? And Dr. Emily is also?"

The factory manager nodded. "The reason Dr. Emily and I joined the organization was because we wanted to cure little Lisa. After the accident, I changed her name to Emma, ​​hoping she could temporarily escape those painful memories."

"Later, Dr. Jones informed me that Martha had died due to a surgical error on her part. But I don't blame her. It wasn't her surgery that wasn't skillful; it was all due to the illegal drugs."

"To make up for all this, Dr. Jones changed her name to Emily and stayed by Lisa's side to take care of her. And then she learned that Oletus had people specializing in memory and psychiatric drug research..."

The meteorologist sighed. "Honestly, without Dr. Emily, the logistics team's medical progress has been significantly slowed down. If she had been treating the 'prophet,' he would be alive and well now, instead of lying in bed with a fever."

Conan now understood how the doctor and the factory manager joined the Orientis organization. At the same time, he was a little worried about the prophet's situation, but since it seemed that he was out of danger, he didn't ask any more questions.

The meteorologist looked at Conan and complained, "Originally, I didn't want to get involved in this mess, but Annie said that for insurance purposes, it would be safer to let a chemistry master like me take the blame."

"Of course, she could have asked Florian for help, but if Florian knew the gunpowder was stolen, he would probably be happier than anyone else."

Conan recalled the survivor's "crime" mentioned by the photographer and asked uncertainly, "So, Brother Florian is indeed an arsonist?"

"It's hard to say. It's a weird heroic complex. After setting the fire, he would rush into the fire to save people without hesitation. He doesn't care even if he gets injured. He's a very contradictory guy." The meteorologist yawned.

"But he is indeed a professional firefighter. The amount of chemical reagents I have is too small. Even if I can create rain clouds or strong winds, I can't deal with large-scale flames."

Conan just thought that the technology of directly creating rain clouds was amazing: "Creating rain clouds? Is it artificial rainfall?"

The meteorologist then showed Conan his weather bottle: "See, this is the basis of my foothold in the organization, the research on controlling the weather. Using these potions, I can create clouds, fog, wind and rain. If the dosage is sufficient, it is not impossible to change the weather."

"Unfortunately, large quantities of medicine cannot be carried around, so Anne invited me here because she also hoped I could serve as the stage environment and atmosphere director for her film."

Conan scratched his head: "Using the ability to control celestial phenomena to create a stage atmosphere, this is a waste of talent..."

"It just works."

[Cheerleader: The rain created by Wendy feels so good. After all, it can restore our fear points.]

[Ms. Farrow: Some idiot tried to drink rainwater last time. I don't understand.]

[Puppeteer: I don't even want to say anything about him. That rain was clearly meant for me.]

[Knight: I knew this day would come (suppressing laughter).]

[Fire Investigator: What are you doing? I'm just curious about the composition of rainwater and want to study whether it has fire-extinguishing properties!]

[Aviator: Do I need to catch rainwater with my mouth to measure its composition?]

[Hermit: I have never heard of that.]

[Fire Investigator: Let me tell you a secret, Wendy's rain tastes sweet, like syrup.]

[Forward: ? I have to try this! (pulling out a large soup spoon)]

[mechanic:?]

[Mercenary: Even I don't believe that.]

[Fire Investigator: You haven't tasted it, how do you know?]

[Mercenary: Hey, I have a bad temper! (rolls up his sleeves)]

Soon, the Crying Clown and the Gardener who were out called the Toy Merchant, the Bassman and the Gravekeeper over. Xiaolan and the others, who had just cooperated with the Savages to evacuate the tourists, also gathered at the fireworks shop.