Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 553 Discovered (Part 1)

"Hehe." When the evil lizard, who was asked to do hard work because he didn't have any food today, appeared in the hall, he first glared at the foodies on the survivors' side to express his dissatisfaction, and then immediately stepped aside to make way for the two gods behind him.

The Shadow of Time and Space brought an opera singer to watch the fun. The singer looked curiously at the prophet lying in the coffin and the survivors gathered in a circle.

"To be honest, I don't think Mr. Clark would use such a strange method to get himself like this." Although the opera singer is a lone supervisor, she is not very afraid of the Prophet's Bird Servants Shield due to her super mobility. Instead, she is more annoyed by the Puppeteer, the Steel Man.

"Let me see what our little prophet is doing?" The Dream Witch moved forward, swinging her snake tail.

Outside the venue, it was the first time for everyone to see the Dream Witch in her godly form. They were amazed by the terrifying snake tail and the marks of gods all over her body.

"I remember seeing this Dream Witch several times before, and she always appeared as a blindfolded noble lady. It seems that her current appearance should be closer to her original appearance." Kudo Shinichi was still frightened about the matters concerning the gods, but he did not seem to feel the same discomfort when looking directly at the Dream Witch as he did when looking at the Lord in Yellow.

Amuro Toru turned around and explained to Kudo Shinichi, "It's probably because the two gods' abilities have different focuses. The Dream Witch's ability is obviously more inclined towards dreaming, and we really don't know what the Yellow Lord's ability is."

Xiaolan said something surprising: "I always feel that this god with a big hood has a very lazy feeling? It's like he hasn't woken up yet..."

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"I'm just guessing. You see, it's obvious that he doesn't care much about what's happening in front of him, and there's a sense of absent-mindedness in him." Xiaolan pointed to the Yellow Lord in the picture who was crossing his arms and seemed to be watching the actions of the Dream Witch.

The Lord in Yellow hid his eyeballs under his hood, but he only added this layer of protection because he was worried that some survivors at the scene would be accidentally affected and need his treatment. It can be said that he was being lazy to the extreme.

After carefully thinking about the actions of the Lord in Yellow and the information mentioned in the previous movie, Kudo Shinichi suddenly realized that what Xiaolan said might be true. The Lord in Yellow has never responded much to his own believers, and he certainly doesn't want to care about the affairs of strangers.

However, the affairs of the manor are part of their duties. These gods have some connection with the manor, so they created an avatar for themselves to entertain themselves, so they still have to participate in the affairs of the manor to some extent.

"Oh, what a joke! If these prophets of Dued knew that their heir was playing this trick, they would be so angry that they would die." The Dream Witch gently played with the strands of hair on the prophet's forehead, and in the process rubbed off the makeup that the undertaker had just put on.

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"My Lady Witch, who exactly is Eli?" The sorcerer stepped forward and asked with gritted teeth. The bloody spool was obviously a prop related to the blood curse. As an expert in this field, he didn't recognize it, which meant that his skills needed to be improved.

The Dream Witch uninterestedly removed the snake's tail from the coffin. "This little fellow isn't dead; he's just pulled his soul out of his body to play with it. The bleeding from his mouth and nose is due to the vibrations caused by the separation of his soul and body."

"Just like when jelly is thrown into a jar it will collide, the little prophet's soul also experienced some bumps when it left the body." The Dream Witch said as she tossed a box of bright red jelly to Darren beside her.

The sorcerer was shocked: "So Eli's soul wasn't here just now? No wonder Brodevi was running around..."

Brodevi's body is not only the carrier of the souls of many Dueid prophets, but will also carry the souls of prophets in the future. If the souls of prophets go out for a walk, she will definitely follow.

"This spool of thread is used to strengthen the connection between souls, and it also increases the duration of a soul's separation from the body." The Dream Witch played with the small spool of thread on her finger. "According to the time, the little prophet should be back. I just don't know what this kid is looking for that requires him to leave in this way."

Outside the venue, everyone was in an uproar.

"So this isn't a murder at all." Hattori Heiji shrank back into the sofa, speechless. "This is too bizarre, from a murder to a paranormal incident, and in the end it turns out the murderer is the deceased himself..."

"Strictly speaking, there aren't even any deaths." Kuroba Kaito accepted it well. This kind of thing is much more interesting than a TV drama. It would be even better if there were some magic shows. It seems that the magician and the escape artist are both good at escape magic.

"Ahem!" Under everyone's surprised gaze, the prophet slowly stood up while holding Brodevi and wiped the foundation off his face. "Ouch, it hurts."

Seeing that the prophet's eyes looked like they were about to bleed, the sorcerer quickly cast several soul-related spells to help the prophet calm down.

"You're trying to scare us to death. Why don't you discuss this with me and Patricia first? What kind of future do you want to see in this way?" The priest's barrage of questions successfully shifted everyone's attention to the prophet who had just awakened.

The doctor pushed aside the crowd blocking his way and stepped forward to perform a routine check on the prophet. "The pulse is normal, the breathing is steady. Sigh... After spending so much time with you shamans, I almost thought modern science has no effect on you."

"Let's get back to the point. What exactly did you do? Tell the truth now, or you won't even have to go to the dark room next week. You can just stay in my medical room and retire."

The people at the back were whispering. The archer shrank his head and asked Ms. Farrow beside him, "Hey, isn't Eli only in his early twenties? Why is he retired?"

"That's just an abstract statement. You know, if Miss Emily really got angry, even Naib wouldn't dare disobey the doctor's orders," Ms. Farrow responded calmly. "After all, there's only one normal doctor in the manor, and the other two who work with medicine aren't good at surgery."

"Wait, I always thought Miss Emily was a gynecologist..." The fire investigator also squatted down and whispered to these people.

The puppeteer held Louis and leaned over. "Strictly speaking, that's not wrong. However, Miss Emily is only the best at gynecology, not the only one. Fortunately, I can't undergo surgery, so I don't have to suffer such physical pain."

"Take the three doctors with you. If I fail to rescue someone during the joint hunt in the afternoon, you will have to come and heal me. If it really doesn't work, you can take over." The knight squatted on the ground and began to discuss the battle plan for the joint hunt in the afternoon.

"What are you guys whispering about?" the meteorologist, squatting down, warned. "Stand up quickly, or everyone's attention will be on you guys in a moment."

The prophet on the other side looked at several people crowding in front of him wanting an answer, sighed helplessly, and began to talk about the preparations he had made for this spiritual ceremony in the past few days.