Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 493 Nightmare (Part 5)

"By the way, Amuro Toru probably won't be able to come over. He's almost exhausted from dealing with both the Public Security Bureau and the Black Organization. The Black Organization seems to be figuring out how to strike back against us." The photographer chuckled dismissively. "Mr. Sabeda said they've modified a number of weapons using extracts from the Abyss."

The meteorologist scoffed at the Black Organization's desire for revenge. "It seems the Abyss-related weapons they have are all leftovers from us. I'm sure Naib will be unable to resist complaining. Even Mr. Pearson wouldn't accept that kind of outdated equipment."

"If you say that, Mr. Balk will accuse us of wasting resources..." The pilot fiddled with his fingers. "Also, you've already slurped down a whole jar of sugar cubes. Stop! Your teacup is almost overflowing with sugar cubes."

The meteorologist, regaining her composure, looked down and realized she had unwittingly added a lethal amount of sugar to her teacup. She could only cough awkwardly and calmly place the cloyingly sweet tea on a nearby plate.

"Well, since Mr. Amuro can't be here, let me lead you to visit our latest abyss megastructure." The pilot stood up and looked at the four people present.

Conan nodded and immediately followed the pilot out of the room. The living room had been almost cleaned up now. The chandelier had been hung back in place by Xuanxiang, and Fool Jin was knocking on the broken wall.

"I think we should just tear down this wall and rebuild it. If we keep patching it like this, it will look ugly with an extra patch." Fool Gold looked at the obvious dent in the wall with a resentful look on his face.

Nightmare turned around and sneered angrily, "You want to hear old man Balk's nagging? No! Then fix the wall right now, and won't you put up new wallpaper to cover up the marks?"

"Then we have to spend money on new wallpaper! How much money do you have left in your pocket, you miser? It can't be cleaner than Mr. Antonio's trouser legs!"

"Fuck you Big Apple, I have a private account, there's no such thing as not having enough money!" Nightmare was arguing with Fool's Gold in his raven-like hoarse voice while operating a machine.

The novelist covered his face, not wanting to see his other self: "To be honest, I kind of regret being split into two."

"Think about it, the effect of this potion is irreversible, so at least you don't have to worry about the personality in your head secretly monitoring you." The pilot patted the novelist's shoulder.

"Brother, little Alice and I get along very well. I think you and big Aoife just haven't found the right way to get along." The reporter also comforted him.

Conan heard the reporter call the nightmare: "Big Orpheus? How fitting! The old phantom in Miss Delos's camera is called 'Little Orpheus,' the normal Mr. Orpheus is 'Orpheus,' and the separated nightmare is 'Big Orpheus.'"

However, the next second, the oppressive figure of Nightmare appeared in front of Conan: "Detective, let me make one thing clear to me. It was him who was separated, not me. I am the main personality of the original body."

Conan, along with Shuichi Akai and Masumi Sera, was now filled with disbelief. Hattori Heiji spoke frankly, "So, in chronological order... Mr. Orpheus's mental state first transformed him into 'Nightmare Orpheus,' and then, in order to adapt to normal life, he split off into the current 'Novelist Orpheus'?"

The noise rolled in the air. "That's right, that's right. You can understand it this way. Unlike us, who are one body and mind, Mr. Orpheus's two personalities are like two actors vying for the chance to play on stage!"

"Hmph, you're an actor, no wonder. But even if we really had to fight, this coward wouldn't be able to defeat me, the guy who only hides behind the scenes and writes third-rate novels." Nightmare glared at the novelist, then looked at Fool's Gold. "If you hadn't given him that almost lethal dose of potion, I would have come out to take charge long ago."

"Lethal dose? Are you serious?" Hattori Heiji's understanding of Nightmare's physical fitness has been greatly improved.

Fool Gold cleaned up the lime powder on the ground and complained, "Ever since that incident, someone's been taking medication almost non-stop. It'd be strange if they didn't develop a resistance. As for poisoning themselves? Ha, would a poison maker allow himself to be poisoned to death?"

[Entomologist: It would be funny if he actually drank himself to death.]

[Violinist: One small potion a day, and I can still maintain a normal mental state. That's pretty impressive.]

[Po Lun (jokingly): Um, that is, is it possible that Orpheus's mental state was originally abnormal?]

[Night Watchman: Orpheus after drinking the potion is even crazier than Brendel after drinking adult happiness water.]

[Archer: Huh?]

[Gravekeeper: So, can we use the manor's special potion to deal with the Black Organization? I think it would be more effective.]

[Priest: At least don't make it like before. My energy is limited.]

[Doctor: It feels really good to earn research materials for free. Please be sure to bring more.]

So Nightmare's body must be filled with all kinds of poisons! Conan looked at Nightmare, who stopped arguing with everyone and couldn't wait to pick up the little girl and put her on his shoulders, and couldn't help but reveal his half-moon eyes.

Although he looks scary, once he meets his "sister", he immediately turns into a super sister-loving monster. This is what Masumi Sera thinks.

"Ahem, should we go check on the progress over there with Grandpa Balke?" The reporter reminded everyone and brought them back to their senses.

Nightmare steadied the little girl on his shoulders and pulled back the carpet beside the sofa, revealing the floor tiles underneath. He then pulled a candlestick on the nearby bookshelf. With a mechanical click, the floor tiles slowly moved away, revealing a passage leading down.

"Sure enough, there is a hidden room down there. The room layout I saw in the 'Cocoon' before should be modeled after the Delos Manor, or in other words, it should be built according to the original Oritis Manor?" Conan was the first to come forward and peek down.

"Kid, move aside. This passage can only accommodate one person at a time." Nightmare grabbed Conan's collar with an indignant look on his face and moved him to the back. "Little Memory and I will go down first."

Conan rolled his eyes at Nightmare. He had just said that only one person could go through at a time, but now he was taking the little girl with him. What a hypocritical raven.

After Nightmare and the little girl entered the basement, the group also filed in. The Aviator followed closely behind Nightmare, while Masumi Sera and Shuichi Akai walked ahead, while Conan and Heiji Hattori walked behind.

The basement was dark and cold. The restraint chairs, operating tables, and cabinets filled with various potions all indicated that this was a good place for human experiments. Thinking of the potion list he had found in the basement of Oletus Manor, Conan's hands began to become restless again.

However, Hattori Heiji grabbed Conan's hand that was about to make trouble, and then calmly gestured for him to look behind him.