Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 425: Imitator Carnival (Part 5)

In the power room, while the painter was still working hard, the psychologist ran in and scared him.

"I was so scared. I thought someone wanted to stab me. It turned out to be you, Ada." The painter wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You've been guarding the power room for two rounds in a row. Let me tell you my identity directly. I'm a spice master."

"I'm a lawyer, you know."

The psychologist nodded and joined the group repairing the machine.

[Lawyer: No, when did I become synonymous with orator?]

[Philanthropist: You are like an orator when you speak at the dinner table, although your speeches are mostly intended to inspire people.]

[Air Force: Which side do you think has a chance of winning this time?]

[Blind Girl: Both Mysterios are out, so it's probably not their turn.]

Conan analyzed the situation from the sidelines: "If the detective team wants to win, they can only hope that the sheriff can kill all the imitators. But if their identities are exposed, they will be killed by the conspirators at the meeting. That's not good."

"And there's a pyrotechnician among the imitators. I looked at the job description and analyzed what Mr. Richard and Mr. Florian said just now. It seems that they intend to let the pyrotechnician pass the fireworks at the last second before they explode. In this way, the detective team may not even have a chance to react." Kaito Kidd sat on the sofa and watched the game.

"Damn it, it's going to be hard for the detective team to win in this situation. This lights-out mission has a huge impact on vision." Conan still hopes that the detective team can win.

"Mr. Richard and Mr. Florian are about to take action." Shuichi Akai reminded.

The knight and the fire investigator split up at this time. The knight went to the power room and the fire investigator sneaked into the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant, the door to the power room was locked, so the gardener, doctor and batsman were crowded at the door waiting for it to open.

Suddenly, the batsman heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he saw the fire investigator's bright smile and the firework with only one second left stuffed into his hand.

"Florian, you bastard! I *Indian swear* you..."

The batsman exploded into fireworks before he could finish his last words, and the fire investigator turned around and ran away.

[Prisoner: It feels like Ganji's speech rate at this moment is like an explosion.]

[Mechanic: At least it took the knife off the detective and the sheriff.]

[Antique Dealer: Did the dorm duo show yield any results?]

[Forward: Evelynn's positioning is great. Naib didn't even catch up to her.]

[Cowboy: But if Evelynn tries to kill Naib, it will be disastrous.]

Ms. Farrow and the mercenary, who seemed to have been pacing around the bed in the dormitory for two and a half years, were still chasing each other. The mercenary didn't care about the dark light at all and rushed forward with a knife in his hand, while Ms. Farrow ran forward desperately.

Ms. Farrow was heartbroken at this moment: "No, Naib, can you please stop chasing me?"

"If I let you run away, I'll do this." The mercenary raised his left hand, gave a thumbs-up, and then slowly lowered it.

"I'm really impressed by you! Come on, let's fight with swords, I'll fight you!" Ms. Faro was filled with grief and anger, and turned around to rush towards the mercenary.

It was obvious that Ms. Farrow was no match for the mercenary in a knife fight. She was knocked down by the mercenary with a single blow of the knife, and then lay peacefully on the ground.

"Phew, it's still dark. I must ring the bell."

But if we go back a little bit in time, before the mercenary killed Ms. Farrow with a knife and the fire investigator blew up the batsman, the knight reached the power room and stabbed the psychologist.

"Go and keep Emil company, Miss Ada." The knight gave his signature smirk.

"Ouch!!!" The painter screamed sharply. "Damn you, Richard!"

"It's just a reunion for a young couple, what are you afraid of?" The knight shrugged. "You must be an orator, after all, the sentry is dead, and you dare to tinker with the machine here without restraint. You must be either an orator or a boxer."

"I won't ring the bell. If you have the guts, come over here and fight me." The painter pretended to be a boxer and took the initiative to stand next to the knight.

The knight frowned. "If you don't ring the bell, won't I ring it?"

However, the mercenary rang the bell faster than them.

The second round of the meeting began, and the mercenary spoke first: "Evelyn is an imitator. She turned off the lights in the dormitory and tried to stab me, but I killed her in return."

The knight looked at the remaining people on the field. It was obvious that the fire investigators had succeeded, but there seemed to be something wrong with the people who were killed in the explosion: "Since Evelyn was stabbed, how did Gangi die? Did anyone see it?"

Now it was the painter's turn to speak passionately: "Richard, you deserve to die. You didn't even say a word about sending Ada away from the power room. Give me a unanimous vote to kick this guy out!"

Jack, who was outside the field, sighed, "Sure enough, people who value family ties and people like Richard can't talk to each other at all."

"Don't say that. Richard is just playing a game of warriors and dragons, isn't he, Mr. Jack?" The grocer had walked up to Jack. "I think Richard just doesn't like his current parents. He deserves a better family."

Watching the grocer caressing her moon-infused ruby, Jack silently took a few steps back: "I'm probably not suited to playing house."

The view returns to the venue.

The fire investigator exclaimed, "Wow, it's rare to see Iger this angry, but Iger and Richard don't get along. I'm in the monitoring room right now, so I haven't been anywhere."

The doctor couldn't help but hold his forehead. "Florian is a pyrotechnician. When Emma, ​​Gangi, and I were waiting for the door to open at the power room, he handed us a firework and killed Gangi. Now it seems we still have enough people. Let's vote Richard out first, and then ring the bell to get Florian out in the next round."

The knight sneered, "Enough votes? Then it's my turn to take action."

Conan, who was watching the game from the sidelines, cried out, "If the conspirators eliminate all the knife-wielding characters at this point, there will be no one left to punish the pyrotechnician in the next round!"

"From what happened just now, people killed by the pyrotechnician's fireworks will not leave behind corpses, only traces of the fireworks. So, if the next round of imitators start a mission to prevent the detective team from ringing the bell, the pyrotechnician can continue to use fireworks to eliminate other people..." Amuro Toru also understood this.

"But the question is, has Mr. Richard really figured out everyone's identities? The rules say that if you guess the wrong identity, you will be sent away." Kaito Kid flipped through the instructions of the Imitation Game and pointed out the rules.

In the meeting room, the knight covered his face with his hands and laughed evilly, then raised his head and started laughing loudly.

The fallen ghosts were now gathered together to complain.

[Ms. Farrow: No, does he have to laugh like that?]

[Hitter: So chuunibyou! He hasn't been watching any local anime lately, has he?]

[Puppeteer: It seems to be a famous scene from an anime. I remember it also had a collaboration with us, but because of the power of the "wall", we haven't been able to touch that world much.]

[Ms. Farrow: You mean the story with the Grim Reaper and the apple? Richard was imitating that? That's really...]