Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 469 The True Abyss (Part 7)

And the fact was just as she thought. Sera Masumi saw something trying to enter the room through the narrow gap in the door.

First, a finger, tinged with bluish purple, with a long, sharp purple-black nail at the tip, gradually squeezed in an entire hand, like squeezing toothpaste when brushing your teeth in the morning.

But could a human hand fit through a gap less than three centimeters wide? Sera Masumi looked nervously at the hand that was squirming on the ground.

Conan couldn't help coughing and said, "Darren, stop it and come in in a more normal way."

After Conan finished speaking, Sera Masumi saw that the hand suddenly stopped moving, and then it retracted into the gap in a whoosh, without even a slight bump in the middle.

"Oh, that's so annoying. I was thinking of trying out the way female ghosts appear in horror movies." Darren opened the door from the outside.

"Phew, you almost scared us to death." Conan wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We really thought the Black Organization was coming in."

"Oh, that." Darren tapped his lips with his finger. Someone had already helped us solve the problem. "Would you like to meet Mother's family?"

Before Conan could say no, the two saw a big snake as thick as a bucket using its head to push open the door and come in. Fortunately, only half of its body entered the room. If the whole snake came in, there might not be enough space for Conan and the others to stay.

Of course, there was another reason why he didn't go in completely. The big snake had just had a "midnight snack", so he was bloated and too lazy to move. He just stuck his head out as a sign of appearance.

Big Snake: Why did you wake me up in the middle of the night to eat, my dear believer?

But the snake said nothing and just kept eating.

"Uh, that's enough, Darren. Can you let it go back?" Conan felt goosebumps coming on as he watched the scales on the snake flutter. So the dragging sound he had just heard wasn't actually the Black Organization members dragging the patient, but the giant snake crawling across the ground.

Conan didn't dare to look at the back half of the snake, but curiosity eventually overcame his fear, and he casually glanced at the situation outside the door. Then he saw what seemed to be several leather shoes scattered on the ground, and a suspicious "lump" on the snake's abdomen.

Ugh! It was obvious what was happening. Was Darren here at the hospital filming Animal World? Conan was furious.

"Okay~"

Darren turned around and signaled to the big snake, and the snake turned around and ran back to the corridor as if it had been pardoned.

"How could no one in the hospital notice such a commotion?" Masumi Sera was still frightened by the giant snake.

"Hehe, everyone is sleeping peacefully in Mother's dream~ As for the surveillance, the brothers and sisters in the research team are also pretending~"

"Even if that's the case, it's too ridiculous. Besides, Darren, why are you here? Usually, when you have something to say, you..." Conan was suddenly stunned. He had been influenced by the Dream Witch before, so Darren usually informed him of things through dreams, but he had stayed up all night tonight...

"Mother invites you to visit the dream of the future. Do you want to go?" Darren's tone was still that of an innocent child, but with his messy black hair and skin covered with purple-black scales, he looked very scary.

Sera Masumi was a little surprised: "A dream of the future? Can something like that be presented directly?"

"It's to show you what the world will become under the influence of the abyss. However, the place affected by the abyss is very far away from here, and you won't be harmed there."

Conan looked at Sera Masumi: "Do you want to go and take a look?"

Darren offered another reason the two couldn't refuse: "When you return, I'll give you the antidote to mycelial disease. It's the most effective medicine, with no side effects. Besides, dreams take very little time. You might have spent a month in them, but only a minute in reality."

Conan nodded immediately: "I see, there will be no danger in there, just like the original 'cocoon', right?"

"The immersive experience of holographic gaming? It's not impossible to try."

Seeing that both of them agreed, Darren held out his hand and revealed the witch's mark on his palm, and a purple mist began to fill the room.

[Novelist: The Abyss Theatre is about to begin.]

[The story of Aviator: Abyss Eight is still very suitable for showing them.]

[Little girl: Great, we can perform again!]

[Cheerleader: And there are a few others coming too.]

[Fool's Gold: I'm teaming up with Little Etta.]

[Night Watch: "The Erased" and "The Man on the Top of the Tower."]

[Wax Artist: I have to admit, the opening of Abyss is quite deceptive this time.]

[Fire Investigator: What? Can we go play in the Abyss map now?]

[Madam Red: Well, if it's Florian, then even the most beautiful meadow will be burned to ashes sooner or later.]

[Guard 26: Bang bang, no open flames allowed! Bang bang!]

[Fire Investigator: Oh, when did Bang Bang get a firefighting function? Mr. Balk, you're taking my job!]

[Crazy Eyes: Come on, you little bastard, be careful not to set our equipment on fire!]

Conan felt drowsy after inhaling the purple mist, but when he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a soft grass. Several people were surrounding him, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

"Oh, look, look, he's awake!" A lively female voice sounded when his eyelids fluttered.

"He looks like he's in great shape." This was a gentle male voice.

"Not only that, he's soft and warm, completely different from other creatures. Is he dangerous?" A timid male voice sounded, accompanied by the feeling of being poked by a branch on his face.

"I don't think so, Sentinel. He looks like our Archivist, neither of whom has been seriously infected. Perhaps he comes from some isolated refuge."

Conan struggled to sit up and looked around in confusion.

"He's up! Is this a sign of an attack?" The timid male voice from before sounded again, followed by a thud.

Conan looked at the person in front of him. After he sat up just now, this person lay down directly beside him with a wooden arrow stuck in his chest. He was probably pretending to be dead.

Conan:? ? ?

Conan then took a closer look at the man in front of him. He had a hat shaped like a fish fin, a target on his chest with a fake arrow stuck in the bull's eye, and he was carrying a lot of equipment, including a frying pan and a crossbow.

"He...is not a threat." Conan saw a white-haired little girl opposite him holding a rag doll and talking to him.

"Wow, even the 'guide' lady said so." The lively girl held a pair of glowing spheres in her hands, while her feet were wooden pulleys.

Conan rubbed his eyes and looked at the group of people in front of him. They looked like an exploration team, but there seemed to be something wrong with their appearance and physical condition.

Considering this was a dream, Conan stood up and asked, "Hello?"