Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 551: The Oletus Manor Murder Case (Part 3)

The fastest to arrive were the three regular members of the Supervisor's small dark room: Lame Sheep, Shadow of Time and Space, and Noise, followed by Fool's Gold who was responsible for delivering the message.

"I heard you guys are spreading the word that I killed Eli. You can't say that. What if that bastard Orpheus uses this as an excuse to postpone my reinforcement plan?" Fool Gold started complaining as soon as he arrived.

"Stop talking nonsense. Look how many times I've been nerfed, from magnet recharge to skill CD, everything has been nerfed. You haven't been nerfed much since you came out." The explorer tossed the magnet in his hand and replied dissatisfiedly.

"Ahhh, then you should also look at what kind of monsters came to the manor at the same time as me. Little Ita in front is okay, he was relatively normal, but after that Miss Sangria, Miss Ivy and Mr. Jeffrey, which one of them is easy to deal with? Don't you know how painful it was for me to be sandwiched in the middle when taking the anniversary photo?" Fool Gold pounded the ground with his pickaxe frantically.

"Okay, Mr. Campbell, we can be sure that this case has nothing to do with you." Seeing Fool Jin complaining, everyone also confirmed that even for the sake of his own enhancement plan, it is unlikely that he would murder a T0-level survivor.

There seemed to be something wrong with Xuanluo's condition. He was lying on the lame sheep's back and groaning as if he was injured.

"What's going on?" The acrobat walked around behind the lame sheep and looked at his other self. "It seems like you don't have a chance to perform today. What's going on?"

The Shadow of Time pointed his cane at Noisy's waist. "He was rolling around on the floor of the small dark room to protest because he couldn't play. As a result, his spring waist accidentally hit the table leg and got deformed."

Everyone immediately gathered around and saw Xuanxiao's spring waist which had obviously turned into a strange wavy shape.

"Oh, that's great. In tonight's ranking match, can we reserve a ban slot for Miss Sangria or the Witch?" The Philanthropist rubbed his hands, looking excited.

The magician and the adventurer immediately stepped forward and covered the philanthropist's mouth. The Shadow of Time and Space and the opera singer in front of them had a very good relationship. This idea should be thought about in the mind. If it is said in public, I am afraid that he will be targeted in the game.

"Hmph." Shadow of Time and Space didn't care much about it, but she had already thought about how to take care of this eel who liked to shine a light around the supervisor.

"Ms. Ivy, the small dark room between the Supervisor and the Survivors isn't far from each other. Do you know what's going on over there?" the Air Force asked politely. "Can the Yis see any special images?"

"I wouldn't have the Is people outside collecting information for me all the time. If anything, Mr. Eli must have left the small dark room twice today. The first time, he got tea and honey cakes, and the second time, he got some grains, probably to feed Brodevi."

"Is this true?" Air Force turned around and asked the other two regular visitors to the small dark room.

The knight nodded. "That's right. Eli even gave Naib several pieces of honey cake. The smell of honey and tea on his hands must have come from that time."

"But then Richard and I left one after another. Eli should have been left alone in the room at that time." The mercenary added.

"Well, I left with Little Noisy. I saw Mr. Richard about to come to our supervisor's area, probably to see Grandma Valentina," Lame Sheep explained. "I was planning to take Little Noisy to see Mr. Balk to see if I could bend his spring back."

"Wow, will that hurt~" Xuanxiao curled his body tighter, like a flat croissant.

"I'm just straightening the spring, not cutting it." The Crying Clown rubbed his face and found that his makeup was about to fall off, so he hurriedly took out a makeup pencil to make up for it.

"Eh? Wait a minute, Jack, what did you just say?" The gardener seemed to have discovered a blind spot.

"Straighten the spring..."

"No, the next sentence."

"Cut the spring, what's wrong? What's the problem?" The Crying Clown looked at everyone nervously. "I'm not the murderer!"

"No, no, no, I don't suspect you are the murderer. Didn't Aesop just find some strange marks of strangulation on Eli's neck? I thought, since it wasn't caused by a rope, it must be some other tool that can replace the rope, such as a thin wire or something." A small glowing light bulb appeared above the gardener's head, and then it was secretly taken away by the philanthropist.

"Wow, self-generated inspiration!" Before the philanthropist could be happy for two seconds, the doctor's iron fist flew towards his head.

"What are you doing! Don't disturb Emma's thoughts!" The doctor turned into Aida and almost smashed the philanthropist's head. "Also, don't you have a thin wire for picking locks? Take it out!"

"No, no!" The philanthropist was so frightened when he heard the doctor's accusation that he covered all his pockets tightly.

"William, Gange, turn him upside down and shake him. I want to see what he's hiding!"

"Ah, no!" Although the philanthropist was usually as agile as a loach, he was now surrounded by two athletes and had no choice but to surrender. He was turned upside down and shaken violently by the two men.

However, there was no wire, but the parts that had been secretly taken from the cipher machine were scattered all over the floor with a clang. The novelist picked up a part with a grim expression and examined it.

"It seems our Mr. Pearson has some knowledge of mechanics. Otherwise, how could he have ensured the normal operation of the cipher machine after stealing so many parts?"

The philanthropist was in tears: "I swear, I didn't take the cipher machine apart. At most, I just stole some cables, copper wires or loose keycaps!"

Several people with mechanical expertise looked at the ground and found that it was indeed the case. There was no core component at all, and most of them were keycaps, copper wires and some screws.

"So many keycaps? I think I could make three sets of alphabets." The pilot counted the parts on the ground and looked at the philanthropist in silence. "There doesn't seem to be a recycling center at the manor. What did you do with all these things?"

"Didn't the Star of Performing Arts event require all of our signatures? I was thinking of making a simple typewriter so that newcomers who have never been to school can learn how to write their names. I've been teaching the three Will brothers recently..."

"Well, we wronged you." The striker and batsman immediately put the philanthropist back in his place and carefully dusted off his clothes.

The people outside the venue watched this scene and once again marveled at the philanthropist's character.

"To be honest, if he wants to do something like this, he can just ask other partners in the manor for help. Why is he still obsessed with stealing things himself and then making contributions?" Kogoro Mouri complained.

"Maybe he has long been accustomed to stealing, or maybe he thinks this is the only way to do a 'good deed' 'with his own hands'. Mr. Pearson gives people a very contradictory feeling, like a dignified thief." Hattori Heiji commented.

Xiaolan nodded and said, "Although that's the case, I still hope Mr. Pearson can ask others to help him. There is strength in numbers."

"However, most people in the manor should be literate, so people like the three Will brothers are probably rare?" Kudo Shinichi scratched his hair.