Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 449: The Bride of Halloween (Part 1)

"So, next, should we discuss how to deal with Pramya?" The night watchman tilted his head and looked at Conan. "It doesn't seem appropriate to just hand her over to the police."

Conan was stunned for a moment: "Of course we have to hand her over to the police. She must get the trial she deserves."

"Well, what did Jack do after his so-called 'trial'?" The Night Watchman crossed his arms. "Useless mercy will only lead to more bloodshed."

"Remember why Ms. Erenika and the others didn't trust the police and insisted on capturing Pramya on their own?" The night watchman pointed his sickle at Pramya. "Can the police really get her the punishment she deserves?"

"Put her in jail, let her reflect, let her repent for what she has done. If the crime she committed is serious, then the death penalty will be waiting for her." Conan looked at the night watchman calmly.

"Hahaha, Ms. Cogan is right. You are a good detective, but not an enforcer of justice."

The night watchman suddenly jumped up, grabbed Pramya's neck and forced her to wake up. The moment Pramya regained consciousness, she felt the pain of suffocation. She grabbed the night watchman's arms tightly with both hands, opened her mouth wide, but no sound came out of her throat.

"Look, this guy only shows his ugly side when his life is threatened. Think about what those who died under her bombs went through. Did Pramya ever feel the pain of flames searing her flesh? Did she know what it felt like to have thick smoke filling her mouth and nose? What was it like to hear those piercing explosions blasting in her ears?"

"Just now, when you all thought she was cornered, what did she do? She tried to throw a grenade into the crowd below! How many casualties would that cause? Not to mention there are all those jack-o'-lanterns filled with liquid explosives to deal with."

"You said she could be sentenced to death at most. So, given the crimes she committed, how many death sentences would be appropriate?"

Conan was speechless after being refuted. He was just following the usual procedures, but sometimes, a ruling based on the law may not necessarily bring real comfort to the victim.

"And you just promised Ms. Erenica that you would hand over Pramya to her. Don't forget your agreement." The archer had put away his bow and arrow, put his hands behind his head, and looked at Conan expectantly.

[Antique Dealer: If you think about it carefully, this guy is the one who has truly committed a lot of evil.]

[Mercenary: I plan to retire eventually.]

[Air Force: The people in our village took action either for some specific purpose, out of revenge, or out of mental illness.]

[Artist: Someone like Pramya has no ambitions or clear goals, and she's mentally normal. She's a pure villain.]

[Fire Investigator: Richard is more moral than she is.]

[Puppeteer: Has Richard become our moral basement here?]

[Explorer: He is the basement, so Orpheus's moral level is the floor.]

[First Mate: Kevin is the one who has reached the highest moral ceiling. Most people can't achieve your level of spiritual awareness.]

[Spellcaster: Indeed.]

[Cowboy: I feel embarrassed when you guys praise me like this.]

Seeing Conan's hesitation, the archer took out the hang glider he had borrowed from the toy seller and said, "I'm going downstairs to give him a heads up. I'm leaving first!"

"Honestly, you're just worried about the existing rules being broken. I didn't say I was going to lynch Pramya." The night watchman let go of Pramya, threw her to the ground, and turned to Amuro Toru. "Remember how Brother Florian initially suggested that you remove the explosive collar without damaging it?"

Amuro Toru immediately thought of the fire investigator's words about the undertaker's abilities: "So, you want her to experience the pain of death in advance?"

"We promise to return her to you intact. This way, no one will be breaking the law, and the victims will get some relief." The night watchman turned to look at the grocer. "Grandma Valentina, we can begin."

The grocer immediately opened his archway again and called in a group of supervisors.

The recorder (delete symbol) was dressed in blue and purple, with a strong scholarly air. It seemed that he was responsible for recording the execution process.

Next to him is a wax figure (astrologer), wearing a noble red gown. The girl on his shoulder is a beautiful figure like the goddess of the night. In one hand he holds a crystal ball, and in the other hand he holds a wax nozzle decorated as a telescope.

Following behind was the photographer (chief referee), who was smiling as he held the latest camera and pointed it at Pramya on the ground: "Although the changes brought about by technology are indeed not to be underestimated, I am still used to using my own equipment."

"Using that old camera, there's no way to upload the images to a USB drive." The wax artist tossed the crystal ball in his hand.

"I say, you already have this lineup, why do you have to drag me into it?" Behind the few people, Jack (Earl of Feast) was wearing a rather traditional vampire costume and looking at everyone with an innocent face.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you too. I've brought three violent ones." The wax artist pointed the wax nozzle at Jack.

Jack complained indignantly, "You clearly didn't object when Officer Edmund suggested I go through the formalities. So, should I understand that you wanted me to kill Ms. Cogan? After all, the book with the methods was open on the table, right in front of me."

The recorder turned to look at the wax sculptor. "Everyone's inner pursuits are different, but I heard that Mr. Phillips seemed to have placed all the blame on Officer Edmund. This may have given someone an opportunity to take advantage of the situation."

"It's obvious that I have better skills. Since I can be the final winner, why shouldn't I give it a try?" The wax artist did not regret what he did.

"If you guys keep arguing like this, I'm going to film it all." The photographer showed the camera that was recording.

Conan looked at the "professional execution team" sent by Oritis in silence, and immediately felt sad for Pramia's future fate. She didn't know how much torture she would suffer after being caught by such a group of lunatics.

The undertaker (exorcist) also came out of the archway at this time. He summoned a coffin on the spot and then painted Pramya's makeup on the substitute figure inside. "You can begin, Ms. Cogan."

The recorder nodded, then looked at Conan: "Conan, you'd better step aside for a while. After all, there will be some bloody scenes soon."

Conan also knew that they could not stay here for long as the bombs below still needed to be dealt with, so he pulled Amuro Toru's sleeve and left the scene through the grocer's archway.

It is precisely because of the emergence of such extreme criminals that loopholes in the law are exposed. What people should do is not to discredit the law as incomplete, but to reflect on how to improve the law so that it can better speak for victims.

After writing these words on his file, the recorder silently watched the night watchman tie Pramya to the pillar that had been prepared long ago.

"The execution begins."