Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 497 Nightmare (Part 9)

"Well, it seems that our two gentlemen who are not good at speaking have said all they can say today." The photographer looked at the aviator and the undertaker unhappily. He could have happily had afternoon tea in the guest room. If he had known it would be like this, he would not have come to watch the fun.

The photographer calmed down a bit and began to explain the undertaker's current situation to Conan and his companions: "As you can see, Mr. Carl's cloak is indeed an abyss creature, which provides him with considerable melee capabilities."

The undertaker also cooperated to make the abyss creature appear from the cloak and perform some attacking or defensive movements.

Shuichi Akai watched intently from the sidelines. Those liquid-like creatures of the abyss could transform themselves, becoming spikes when attacking and shields when defending. Furthermore, they could actually increase the user's mobility. Imagine those creatures becoming swinging ropes, allowing the user to swing between tall buildings. In that case, everyone would be a "failed man."

However, it is a product of the abyss after all. Even though the little thing looks quiet like a ball in the undertaker's hands, it may turn into a terrible man-eating monster in the hands of others.

After learning about the dangers of the Abyss, Shuichi Akai had been trying to keep the news from headquarters. Honestly, those people probably only cared about how much profit this "new energy source" could bring them, and never considered the catastrophic consequences it would bring.

After all, even if the consequences were severe, they could always shift the blame to someone else, or simply establish a laboratory in another country, allowing them to reap all the rewards while the locals shoulder the consequences. Thinking of this, Akai Shuichi shrugged helplessly. While this was a common tactic used by those powerful figures, he didn't believe the Abyss was so easy to manipulate.

Fortunately, Amuro Toru wasn't here. If he knew that the higher-ups at Akai Shuichi had such thoughts, he'd probably curse their ancestors. So, where is the most suitable place for the Americans to bear the consequences of their pollution?

Masumi Sera sighed as he looked at the mysterious abyssal creature, "Although this little fellow is very well-behaved in his body, I'm afraid he wouldn't be so obedient in the body of others."

"That's right, so the Black Organization's crude use of it seems completely unacceptable to us." The photographer raised his chin. "The results of the third experiment were quite diverse. The fact that the Black Organization has only developed this one use suggests their boss is being too conservative."

[Mechanic: Speaking of which, hasn't Karasuma Renya ever thought about trying out mechanical ascension?]

[Jack: Just look at Noah's Ark and you'll see the technology exists, but the subsequent risks are impossible to assess.]

[Mercenary: He's really terrified of death. He doesn't even dare take the medicine to turn into Vermouth.]

[Photographer: Oh, a perfectionist. Perhaps in his eyes, even Vermouth's state can't be called true eternal youth.]

[Novelist: That's a lot to ask. How many good things can you get in the world that are perfect for both ends? Also, how's your fight with Campbell going?]

[Nightmare: I am more skilled than you and I have beaten someone to pieces.]

[Fool's Gold: You're the scum. I'm still lying in the bathtub. Who's stuck on the clothesline now?]

[Noise: Let me see what's going on... Hahahaha!]

At this moment, in the bathroom, besides soap foam all over the floor, there were bath towels thrown everywhere. Just as Fool Gold said, Nightmare was now stuck on the clothes rack where the bath towels were placed, while Fool Gold was broken into pieces and sank to the bottom of the bathtub.

The perspective returned to Conan, and the photographer signaled the embalmer with his eyes. The embalmer understood and summoned his two coffins, which contained substitute human figures synthesized from the abyss material.

With the undertaker clapping his hands lightly, the coffin lid was opened, and the two "people" inside curiously poked their heads out and looked around.

[Fool's Gold: "Patches" and "Operators"? Is this even possible?]

[Noise: Norton, please don't move. Let me wipe the water off your head first.]

[Nightmare: Can't you put me down first?]

[Evil Lizard: Just stay there for a while. I want you to experience the pain of hitting your head when we normally jump.]

[Toy Merchant: Seconded.]

[Aviator: That makes sense.]

Conan looked at the two figures that appeared before him, a little surprised: "Mr. Norton and Miss Fiona? But they seem a little different?"

Shuichi Akai keenly noticed the inhumanity in Patch and the operator: "No, they are not ordinary clones. Are they made with the technology of the Abyss?"

"Ah, not exactly. These two individuals emerged from the third experiment by mimicking the images of the 'explorer' and 'priest'. We call them 'Patch' and 'Operator.'" The photographer smiled slightly and slowly walked over to the two. "Then, Mr. Nightmare, who noticed them, suggested we create a batch of abyssal creatures based on this model."

"I think you must have refused." Akai Shuichi crossed his arms.

The photographer nodded and reached out to Patch. Sensing something approaching, Patch immediately went into attack mode, with numerous black gelatinous tentacles jutting out from its eyes, mouth, and head, resembling a fur-ruffled kitten.

The operator at the side had strange lines on his face. He placed one hand on Patch's shoulder and quietly drew some patterns in the air with the other hand.

Seeing that both abyss creatures showed their intention to attack the photographer, the undertaker silently took a few steps back, gave up the stage, and stood aside to organize his makeup box.

"@&$%!"

Patch made an incomprehensible sound and rushed forward, attempting to attack the photographer with its tentacles. However, the photographer simply pulled out his rapier and swung it a few times, mowing away Patch's tentacles like grass with a lawn mower.

"!" Seeing this, Patch quickly retreated, covering the cut on his shoulder. The next second, a dark crack appeared behind Patch, and the operator reached out from the crack and pulled him back to his side.

Akai Shuichi realized that the operator had been looking around since the beginning, observing the area so that he could use this ability in conjunction with Patch. However, the opposing photographer was too powerful, and Patch was no match for him in close combat.

The operator looked around, as if coming to a conclusion, and pointed at the huge Incessant Vehicle behind him with a tentacle on his body. Patch seemed to belatedly glance around, then looked at Conan and his group with curiosity.

"This is their first time seeing humans other than us. Given their intelligence, learning how to communicate shouldn't be difficult." The photographer wiped his rapier, which was stained with black abyssal matter. "The reason we reject nightmares is because we're worried about the emergence of too many abyssal creatures, making it difficult to manage."

"Stranger...I don't know..." The operator uttered some short words. Her voice was similar to that of the priest, but with some echo.

After watching for a while, Patching lost interest and turned to the undertaker behind him to express his request: "I'm hungry."