Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 413 Melody Villa (Part 9)

"Isn't this Frankenstein? There actually are such crazy scholars." Hattori Heiji was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Frankenstein refers to a corpse that comes back to life, right? Don't get it confused." Conan showed his half-moon eyes.

"That's not the point!"

Amuro Toru walked over and said, "Mr. Hattori, since you were invited here, it means that the Oletus Manor must have taken a fancy to some special feature of yours. Did the person who brought you here tell you who the costume you're wearing is from and what its function is?"

"I don't know. The professor didn't tell me anything." Hattori Heiji shook his head. He knew very little about the people in Oritis Manor. The only people he had contact with were the Umbrella Soul brothers from Fukumanlou.

"Look at this outfit, the prototype is a bit similar to the North American bison. Is it a fashion created based on animals?" Conan looked at the "bull power" on Hattori Heiji curiously.

"To be honest, when I put on this fashion, I just felt that my strength increased and my body became more relaxed. That's roughly how I felt. At first I thought it was a psychological effect, but I didn't expect it was the effect of this fashion?" Hattori Heiji put aside the bamboo samurai sword he carried with him.

Amuro Toru immediately took a stance: "If it's about increased strength, then... try to throw a punch, just use your normal strength."

"Is this really okay?" Hattori Heiji was a little worried.

"As long as you don't use too much force, there shouldn't be any problem. If Oritis's people really gave you a costume that focuses on strength, then even if this power is very strong, it will not exceed a threshold." Conan analyzed carefully.

After hearing what Conan said, Hattori Heiji tried to move his joints: "Okay, then I'm going to do it!"

Then, a heavy punch hit the arm that was supporting Amuro Toru. Amuro Toru was knocked against the wall by the huge force, and stars appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Amuro!" Conan screamed.

[First Mate: Hey, what's going on?]

[Gravekeeper: Conan and the others are testing the power of the "Bull Power."]

[Forward: No wonder even the floor shook.]

[Fool's Gold: Put down that sausage, it's mine!]

[Mercenary: Why are you secretly grilling sausages in your room? Why don't you go to the kitchen?]

[Air Force: You know, the same food tastes bland when eaten in a restaurant, but tastes delicious when eaten secretly in a room...]

[Mercenary: I give in. Quickly open the secret door for me so I can eat too.]

[Fool's Gold: Hey, hey, don't put butter on me!]

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would have this effect!" Hattori Heiji was also shocked by his current strength.

Fortunately, Toru Amuro was only hit against the wall and was dizzy for a while. He had no injuries on his body and didn't even feel much pain.

"Ahem, I'm fine. Although it looks serious, in fact, apart from being knocked unconscious for a while, I was hardly hurt. Also, that huge force should be enough to cause the wall to be affected, but the wall here is still intact."

"Indeed, no one else even came to check on the situation. They must have expected this." Shuichi Akai nodded.

"By the way, Hattori, you just said there will be five guests. Does that mean we have to wait for one more person before we can start this gathering?" Conan thought, holding his chin.

"Ah, he only told me there would be five guests, but he didn't tell me which five they were. I wonder who the fifth person is."

As soon as Hattori Heiji finished speaking, the door of the room was opened, and Kaito Kidd, wearing the "Night Owl" costume, came into the room under the guidance of the prophet.

Hattori Heiji was stunned when he saw the prophet's clothes: "No, are the people here so unrestrained?"

Conan saw that the prophet blushed after hearing this. It was obvious that the prophet himself felt a little helpless about the design of this clothes.

"Mr. Kuroba, I'm sorry that you arrived at the villa in this way. To express my apology, I am willing to let my servant bird accompany you to this gathering." The prophet looked at the reluctant Kaito Kid and decided to let his Brodevi stay with him to help for the time being.

The owl named Brodevi changed from a sacred-looking bird with six wings into an owl with blue feathers and landed on the shoulder of Kaito Kid.

"Oh, thank you." Kaito Kidd reluctantly accepted the prophet's gift.

"Have fun." The prophet smiled and waved goodbye to the few people.

Suddenly remembering that the logistics team's lounge was right next to their room, Conan quickly grabbed the prophet's dress and wanted to ask something: "Wait a minute, Mr. Eli, I..."

"Ah... I almost forgot, Brodevi just left me..." The prophet suddenly stopped walking.

Conan looked in shock at the prophet in front of him, who was originally wearing a pure white dress. His body was gradually stained with an ominous purple-black aura. Black feathers emerged from his palms, purple runes were wrapped around his bare chest, and dark branches of flowers grew among his hair. But most importantly, under the prophet's veil, his left eye, which was sewn up with silk thread, was exposed.

Only then did Conan notice that even the prophet, who was dressed in pure white, had similar silk decorations on his body. He originally thought it was just a special ornament, but he didn't expect that it was these silk threads that sewed up one of the prophet's eyes.

The person who was in charge of the stitching probably didn't have very good skills. It looked like a girl who was not good at needlework had stitched it up randomly for some purpose. The stitches were messy, the eyelids were curled up, and bright red blood was flowing out of the gaps and dripping down.

"Haha, don't be afraid, Conan. This is just... a necessary price to pay." The prophet gently stroked Conan's body, which was frozen with fear. "Whether the owl has its eyes open or closed, I can't utter the prophecy. So someone suggested that I put myself in a paradox."

Conan gently grasped the prophet's purple fingertips. "'Eyes open or eyes closed,' 'paradox'... So, in order to be able to tell others about the prophecy, you sewed your eyes shut?"

Kaito Kid turned his head to look at Brodevi on his shoulder and found that only one of Brodevi's eyes was open. The other eye seemed to be under a spell and he couldn't open it even if he tried to pry it open with his hands.

"Mr. Kaito, please don't bully my Brodevi. She has suffered a lot because of me."

"Sorry." Kaito Kidd immediately withdrew his hand that was trying to find out what was going on, but Brodevi was not angry. She just rubbed Kaito Kidd's palm in a friendly manner.

"Sewing my eyes shut wasn't my intention. If my spoken prophecies only bring conflict, I'd rather the next time the prophets of Duid take my tongue," the prophet said, feeling downcast and a bit angry. "I hate mercenary businessmen the most. Those who chase profit are blind. Even an owl with its eyes sewn shut can see more clearly than them."

"Eli!" The doctor (Angel of Light) ran over with medical equipment. "Fiona told me you asked Brodevi to follow that thief? Oh my god, come here now!"

The wings behind the doctor spread out, and the halo emitted a warm light. Her hand gently stroked the prophet's face, and the wound on his left eye, which was still bleeding, healed immediately. However, the suture marks remained, and the prophet did not open that eye.