Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 363: Dark Eyes (Part 9)

"It seems like Mr. Genius is now a hot commodity," the archer said with a cheerful smile. "Both sides are vying for you."

The prisoner's face gradually turned red. "Damn it! Isn't there something about me that attracts them? I'm an expert in physics, too! Humph, what a bunch of short-sighted people!"

"In a way, you are not even as popular as our Miss Helena. In addition to sending alchemical materials, the three curators also sent some exquisite works of art, miniature statues and the like." The archer smiled even more.

[Sculptor: Hehe, those sculptures were given to me as a gift.]

[Blind Girl: Is this setting the stage for the chapter about Castle Zinaida later?]

[Mercenary: The Story of Zinaida Castle might as well have Orpheus as the protagonist. After all, this is a big scene with everyone present.]

[Novelist: It’s being revised, it’s being revised. The script is already being revised.]

The prisoner continued to blush. "Being considered a reserve member of a dangerous organization is nothing to be proud of. Now I have to find a way to rescue the teacher. This is even harder than writing a paper that won't be criticized by the teacher."

"Okay, Luca, take a rest today. Your mental state is not very good." The blind girl advised the prisoner to rest first.

"That's right, look at those dark circles under your eyes. Hey, only the drunken sailors on the ship would have bags under their eyes like that." The archer also joked.

The prisoner rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay, okay, I get it. I'll just go and rest."

"The room is ready for you. Would you like something to eat before going to bed?" The novelist swallowed the extremely sweet Prozac with tea.

"I want a red pepper sandwich, a cold soda, a spicy grilled sausage, and..." the prisoner began to list the dishes in a torrent of words.

"No, you must be a starving ghost, eating so much so late at night." The explorer was so shocked that he almost spit out the tea in his mouth. "By the way, Conan, do you need me to take you home?"

"No, I want to stay here and protect Luca. If the 'Dark Eyes' really want to attack Luca, one more person means more strength." Conan gestured at his equipment. "I can call Xiaolan and tell her that I'll be playing with Alice until late tonight and won't be going home."

"Oh, with this excuse you made, aren't you afraid that there won't be any guest rooms available?" the novelist sighed.

"I can sleep on the sofa!" Conan's eyes were firm. After the last incident with the Noisy Group, he was still very confident about keeping watch.

The novelist smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work today, Conan. There are still vacant rooms. I'll go clean them up for you later."

"Is there anything delicious? I want some cake." The little girl appeared from the back of the room, holding her doll. "I'll brush my teeth afterward."

"It's in the refrigerator. Don't eat too much before going to bed." The novelist gave this instruction and then got up to clean the room.

"Can I listen to a bedtime story? I want to listen to the story of "The Nightingale and the Raven." The little girl held the doll and acted coquettishly to the novelist.

Conan's ears pricked up. He remembered that the entomologist mentioned that this was a fairy tale book based on Mrs. Dros. However, he was not a real child and was not very interested in fairy tales.

"Okay." The novelist agreed with a smile. "Norton, you go cook."

The explorer put down his teacup and asked, "Why me?"

"Do you want me to go?" The novelist raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, you kitchen killer, I'm afraid of you." The explorer stood up and walked towards the kitchen.

After the explorers brought the dishes to the table, the prisoners started eating as much as they could.

"Norton, you...are a good cook." The prisoner sighed while chewing.

"Swallow your food before you talk!"

"Aside from being able to make cakes, someone's other cooking is horrible." The entomologist turned to the novelist. "Who nearly made a mess of the kitchen the last time they cooked pasta?"

"Can you please not mention this? I can just eat instant noodles from now on." The novelist lowered his head helplessly.

After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms. Conan, who wanted to stay in the living room for a while, met Crazy Eyes who came back after checking the mechanism.

Crazy Eyes wiped his glasses and looked at Conan: "Oh, it's you, little Conan, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

Conan sat on the sofa: "I'll stay here for a while and then go back."

"Alas, the young lady and the young master used to love sitting here and playing shadow puppets together." Crazy Eyes began to reminisce about the past. "What a pity, such a good home was ruined like this by those guys."

"Miss and Master? Grandpa Balk, did Mrs. Dros have an older brother or younger brother before?" Conan was a little confused.

"Alas, when people get old, they like to reminisce about the past. Let me tell you about the past of the young lady and the young master." Crazy Eyes sat down on the sofa, ready to tell some slightly processed stories of the past.

[Novelist: As long as you don't reveal my past dark past, anything is fine.]

[Composer: This part is still written by me.]

[Reporter: I think Mr. Kreiberg will probably write something very melodramatic...]

[Explorer: The cola and potato chips are ready, just waiting to see you make a fool of yourself.]

[Entomologist: Mr. Kleiberg will definitely take revenge on you for what happened to Lady Mary and that book.]

[Deer Head: It seems the young master's integrity has been lost in his later years.]

Conan immediately became interested and sat on the sofa listening quietly to Crazy Eyes' story.

"I'm an old friend of the DeRoss couple. After they had a daughter, Alice DeRoss, they wanted to build a beautiful manor so that their daughter could grow up happily."

"As an architectural expert, I was invited to help them build what was once the Dros Manor," Crazy Eyes said proudly. "It was a masterpiece that embodied my heart and soul! The manor was nestled in the heart of a tranquil forest, and the ranger, Bann, even raised deer there."

"Later, in order to prevent Miss Alice from being lonely, Mr. and Mrs. Dros adopted a boy from an orphanage. That boy was Master Orpheus."

Conan started brainstorming (blue brain spinning.jpg) and was stunned for a moment: Wait, I remember Uncle Frederick said that Mr. Orpheus married into the Dros family?

No, according to Grandpa Balk, Uncle Orpheus seemed to be... a child husband? I thought Uncle Frederick was just mocking Uncle Orpheus by saying he married into the Dros family.

It seems that Uncle Frederick and Uncle Orpheus have a very good relationship now. They use the term "marrying into the wife's family" to prevent outsiders from gossiping.

Yes, that must be the case. Conan nodded secretly, feeling that he had witnessed a beautiful and tenacious brotherhood, without any consideration for the feelings of the parties involved.

[Novelist: Frederick! I know what Conan is thinking just by looking at his expression!]

[Composer: But this part is completely true. Conan can't blame me for making it up in his imagination.]

[Madam Red: I feel like your reputation has been damaged, Orpheus.]

[Explorer: This is hilarious! I'm going to put this video right in the middle of where I'm going to end up.]

[Entomologist: Checking back every time you play ranked matches should help alleviate the symptoms of red fever.]

[Photographer: A new joy has been born.]

[Novelist: Ahhhh!]