Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 419 Melody Villa (Part 5)

The second box was stepped on and exploded, but this box was also a "mine".

After the archer felt the familiar touch on the soles of her feet, she immediately tried to use the tip of the arrow to pierce the tentacle beneath her body to create a fulcrum for herself, so as to use the force to avoid the attack of this new tentacle. However, because the archer was in mid-air, it was difficult for her to exert force, so the arrow failed to penetrate the slippery tentacle in the first time, and only left a shallow scar on the tentacle.

"Oh no!" The night watchman wanted to go forward to help, but was stopped by the gravekeeper and the batsman.

"Ita, you can't help if you go up there now, and you might even get punished twice!"

"Now we can only hope that Brunel can escape this attack."

After realizing that he could not completely avoid the attack, the archer acted decisively, protecting his head and abdomen with his hands and bending his limbs as much as possible so that the tentacles would not attack his vital parts.

With a bang, the tentacle hit the archer's arm that was protecting his waist with such force that the archer was thrown out of the field and hit the wall of the hall.

Seeing several cracks appearing on the wall, Hattori Heiji widened his eyes. "Before, the force I used only made Mr. Amuro hit the wall without any cracks appearing. But this lady... with such force, her internal organs will definitely be ruptured!"

[Batter: The result of Flywheel's mistake in dodging the tentacle.]

[Archer: It's not that exaggerated.]

[Meteorologist: Honestly, just flying up and dodging these ground attacks would be a perfect way to save people.]

[Wax Artist: Are you talking about me?]

[Aviator: Honestly, I still think it's a bit ridiculous that you, Wendy, can fly without any equipment. Annie at least used a springboard and a hang glider.]

[Toy Merchant: Yes, you just take off from where you are.]

[Meteorologist: But my pre-swing is really long!]

[Sculptor: Hehe, Wendy tried to use the weather bottle three times before, but I interrupted him with my statue, and he didn't even release a single cloud.]

[Mercenary: I was wondering why that Wendy didn't even have a single second, it turns out the air in the weather bottle is leaking out.]

The Shadow of Time and Space looked at the devastated field and slowly pronounced his verdict, "Challenge successful, Archer Brenhill Weirufu. Your dereliction of duty on the Sheep Islands can be absolved."

The night watchman immediately ran over on stilts. Looking at the archer slowly sliding down the wall to the ground, he was extremely anxious, but he didn't dare to take action. If the archer really had internal injuries, moving at will would cause secondary injuries.

"Sister Emily!" The night watchman supported the archer's body in panic.

"Coming." The doctor trotted over to the two men and began to examine the archer's injuries. "Broken shoulder blade, broken ribs, a fractured femur, and severe muscle strain. Fortunately, while the internal organs are damaged, there are no serious ruptures. It seems the genes of the Gurufu family are indeed strong, capable of such muscle strength."

"Ahem." The archer opened his eyes and took a deep breath. "It hurts. My throat hurts. It hurts to breathe."

"Don't be afraid, Brunhild, I will take you to treatment right away." The doctor whispered in the archer's ear.

"Great grandfather...Giruff...are they really dead? Did they die because of my sinking in Sheep Islands..."

"No, they will die because of the traitor! You are the best captain, an amazing man who can catch up with Mother Lagertha. You will be fine." The Night Watchman gently stroked the archer's head.

However, Hattori Heiji standing by was confused. "Wait a minute, that white-haired boy called the doctor "Sister," but this red-haired Miss Brunhill called him "Great-grandfather"? What kind of generational relationship is this?"

"Mrs. Mary, could it be that Ita has also lived for many years? But he seems to have always had the mind of a young man." Conan asked Mrs. Red.

"Little Ita's age and character were frozen in that stormy night." Madame Red's brief explanation indirectly explained the situation of the night watchman.

Kaito Kidd covered his head and said, "Wait, are we going to play that horrible 'Minesweeper game' soon? I think the 'mines' in there might as well be bombs!"

At this time, the bartender stood up and said, "Ms. Ivy, isn't the difficulty a little too high this time? This project has never used experimental subjects related to the abyss before."

"Based on this situation, even if our guest now possesses some of the manor's power, only Mr. Amuro can survive intact."

The painter snorted coldly and looked at Amuro Toru. "The embalmer's ability is really convenient. All you have to do is summon the coffin before you die, and then quickly open all the boxes. As long as you hold on until then and then die, the coffin will be able to heal all your injuries."

"On the other hand, the other three, 'Striker' and 'Crybaby', have no defensive abilities. 'Prophet' might be able to provide hints through his Brodevi, and 'Mercenary''s powerful recovery ability could also be of some help... In short, letting you play this is like asking you to die."

Conan was stunned. If the three costumes of Toru Amuro, Shuichi Akai and Kaito Kid came from the Undertaker, Mercenary and Prophet, then his and Heiji Hattori's costumes came from the remaining two.

He looked at Hattori Heiji. This buffalo-like outfit was most likely from the vanguard, so his fashion must have come from the "crybaby".

"So, you all mean to let the guests skip this round?" The Shadow of Time and Space put away his cane. "This is unprecedented. All participants, without exception, must follow the rules set by the adults."

"Miss Ivy." The prophet and the priest (the emissary of Yog-Sothoth) pushed open the door and appeared in the hall. "These rules are for those within our manor. Shouldn't they be less strict for our guests?"

Conan looked at the priestess who was speaking. She had white feet and a dreamy dress. The ticking sound of the clock accompanied her footsteps.

"The Lord in Yellow has never been fond of complicated rules..." the prophet added. "Just like the dodgeball game He prepared for us, simple and straightforward."

"Hahaha, I never thought two of the logistics team's top players would break the manor's rules for a few insignificant bystanders?" The photographer laughed at the long table, then stood up. "One already knows the price, and the other is paying the necessary price. Isn't the pain of having his eyes burned painful enough?"

"Of course, it cannot compare to the torment in your heart of not being able to see the one you cherish." The priest held the crystal ball, and the transparent sphere was shining with gorgeous light.

Everyone saw that the photographer's pale face darkened, one hand was supporting the table, and the other hand was grabbing his collar as if to suppress anger.

[Soul of the Umbrella (Black): Such sharp words, I don't know what to say.]

[Priest: Sorry, Mr. Joseph!]

[Photographer: That's okay. After all, I have a whole studio of portraits dedicated to him.]

[Shadow of Time and Space: Alas, those of us who have brothers and sisters will each risk our lives for our own relatives.]

[Night Watchman: He is dead.]

[Perfumer: I almost forgot that Ita doesn't like the Nowell family.]