Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 437: Nightingale's Autobiography (Part 1)

The scene was peaceful, and there was no sign that some of these people had been at odds with each other before.

Conan was dumbfounded when he saw the photographer and Xie Bian sitting together. It was obvious that the relationship between the Umbrella Soul brothers and the photographer was not good, but now they could sit together safely and appreciate the photo album?

Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro naturally felt the change in the atmosphere in the hall, and they also realized that the person who could make all this change happen was looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Ms. Delos, so you are the owner of Oritis Manor?" Akai Shuichi asked in a deep voice.

The reporter continued smiling. "Strictly speaking, I am now one of the actual managers of this manor. Miss Nightingale acts as the manor owner's agent, providing advice and suggestions for our manor. All experimental sites, experimental sequences, and various game modes will be recorded by Miss Nightingale."

"So that young lady plays a role similar to a housekeeper in your manor?"

"Ms. Nightingale has a very high authority. Don't compare her to an ordinary housekeeper."

"But where is that lady? I remember she should be wearing a skirt that looks like an iron cage." Conan recalled the image of Miss Nightingale that everyone in the manor had described to him before.

"Miss Nightingale won't leave the manor unless she's here," the reporter chuckled. "If you're willing to join our family, you can see her every day."

"Ms. Delos, why on earth are you doing all this? Mr. Orpheus conducted these experiments at the manor, practically manipulating human nature." Conan clenched his fists. "I don't believe you would allow this to happen knowing all this, even if he's your brother."

"Every member of the Oritis I've met has praised your good character, but why are you so indifferent to these evil experiments?"

The reporter sighed. "Because these are the rules of the manor, not my rules. These rules may seem cruel, but we've long been accustomed to them."

"Furthermore, the rules of the manor are constantly being improved. When my brother's personality, called 'Nightmare', was born, the manor took this information into account, which triggered a series of problems."

"ID personality, huh?" Shuichi Akai keenly noticed the particularity of the ID personality.

The reporter nodded. "Yes, 'Memory' was born at that moment. Based on some realistic imagination, my childhood self descended upon 'Nightmare' in the most perfect form."

"That was a childhood that neither of us could ever go back to."

The reporter raised his box and pointed it towards the open space next to the box. A young version of the novelist who looked like the little girl, namely "Little Aoife", appeared in everyone's eyes.

The photographer immediately became excited: "This is incredible technology! If we can completely recreate the precious people in our memories, our desires and wishes can be fulfilled in an instant!"

"Mr. Joseph, please be patient." The reporter stood up and walked over to little Orphee. "Although I can also recreate past memories, no phantom can be as completely and truly human as little Alice."

"So I wondered, are the conditions for recreating memories related to one's own experiences? If I had countless samples of 'self' to draw on, could I surpass the achievements of 'Nightmare' and truly create an 'us' that was indistinguishable from the past?"

"So I began experimenting. Mr. Campbell, Mrs. Pliny, and Mr. Clayburgh were all willing to assist me. They were responsible for communicating with my brother, who had become a 'nightmare,' while I used the technology at hand to replicate many 'me's. I used camera film as a medium and narrated everything with 'memories.'"

"I died and came back with precious memories."

"I kept dying, and painful memories emerged, turning into a black mist that tried to stop me from moving forward, but I had already decided not to look back."

“Like a moth drawn to a flame, I want to be the bravest nightingale in the story.”

"But when it came to the final stages of the experiment, I wanted to stop," the reporter said, feeling somewhat down. "I began to worry. If I succeeded, would the person recreated from the memories be a true person? Would their thoughts and actions be constrained by the data they were fed, or would they be able to develop normally?"

"But my three companions all believe that we can't delay this any longer. If Nightmare discovers this attempt, he might use that technology to distort everyone's cognition."

"So I flipped the switch. But what I didn't expect was that what was born wasn't my past self or Orpheus, but..."

"It's me," Madame Red stepped forward. "Don't feel guilty about your actions, Alice. Because of you, I can once again experience what family love is. You've done a great job."

"Why was it Lady Mary who was born?" Conan asked in disbelief. "According to you, Lady Mary was born from a nightmare experiment?"

"That's a myth. The moment the experiment succeeded, the machine exploded and caught fire. So Nightmare, believing 'Memory' was engulfed in the flames, ran away." Fool Gold gently rubbed the little girl's head. "As a result, Pliny and I, who remained in the field, were chased and attacked by that Crow Head."

"Frederick was smart enough to leave early, claiming to be observing an experiment," the entomologist added. "At the time, Campbell and I thought Alice had some new plans, and Lady Mary's appearance also made us think you had reached some kind of collaboration with Frederick first."

"Actually, it was an accident. I didn't expect the data collected in the lab to resonate with our experiments. All the cognition and personality of 'Mary' were drawn into the machine, which is why Lady Mary appeared."

Madam Red smiled. "Looking back now, my mind was so confused when I was born. Queen, noble lady, baroness, or just an ordinary aunt, so many memories swirled in my mind, asking me to decide which one was the real 'Mary'."

"Then I saw 'Clayberg' walk in. Clayberg, blessed by Euterpe, had been abandoned by his family because his talent had been exhausted."

"The Queen died of her innocence, the Lady was harmed by rumors, the Baroness resolved to seek revenge, and I, in the end, made the only choice. 'Mary Clayburgh,' this is who I am now. Every 'Mary' seems to play the role of 'the abandoned one.' 'They' have nothing. Love is fleeting, family ties are nothing but pawns to be exploited, families are in turmoil, and the people are full of suspicion."

"I made this choice, and as a result, he and I both gained a family relationship that is invaluable to each of us."

"So I sincerely hope that Alice can get what she wants and live happily with her brother."

After finishing her statement, Madam Red quietly retreated behind the long table, took out a gramophone and began to listen to music. Conan listened and found that the song was "Mary Had a Little Lamb".