Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Conan: !!! No, that's impossible. How did he know that I was Kudo Shinichi?

Although Conan was shocked, he still didn't let go: "Ahaha, what is Uncle Orpheus talking about, how could I be Shinichi brother, hahaha."

"Oh? Could it be that the reasoning processes I saw were fake? I forgot to mention that although my main job is a mystery novel writer, those works all have prototypes, so occasionally I will participate in the investigation of events as a detective. Weren't you quite enthusiastic when you flipped through the manuscript of my novel the other day? Also, what you are wearing on your feet is Dr. Agasa's invention, right? I happen to have a few friends who are quite knowledgeable about this and have had contact with Dr. Agasa."

Hearing this, Conan's heart finally died, and he had to admit: "Yes, Mr. Orpheus, I am Kudo Shinichi, but please keep this matter confidential. I don't want to implicate the people around me."

"It's your girlfriend, right? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this. So, tell me, why did you become like this?"

"(Omitted one thousand words) So now only Dr. Agasa and Mr. Orpheus know my true identity, oh, and of course Alice." Conan couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"I've heard a little bit about the Black Organization you mentioned. Frederick should have told you about Alice."

"You mean about Alice and Mrs. DeRoss?"

"Oh, just as he said. Not long after he came to live in my house, he revealed all the information about the host family. He is really my good friend." The novelist's face was a little gloomy.

"Um, I took the initiative to ask Mr. Frederick. By the way, you said you knew about the Black Organization? Do you suspect they are involved in Mrs. DeRoss's disappearance?"

"Yes, ever since she disappeared, I've been searching for her constantly. That organization came into my sight during my investigation. It's quite mysterious, and we have no idea what its purpose is. We only know that its members use alcohol as their code name. I also asked my connections around the world to search for information for me, but the results were very limited."

"Mr. Orpheus, I think we can work together. The bomb on the train was the work of the organization. Just now, I overheard that the organization members on the train were code-named Gin, Vodka, and Negroni."

The novelist raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready to exchange information with me now? Then we have a partnership. I wish you a happy cooperation."

After a conversation, the novelist promised to keep the secret that Conan was Shinichi Kudo, and Conan promised to pay attention to information about Mrs. Dros while investigating the Black Organization.

[Novelist: Okay, now we are officially connected with Conan.]

[Little girl: So we're one step closer to returning to our original world. Applause.]

[Explorer: Good, this will give us a reason to approach Conan's team in the future.]

[Composer: Did you just insult me?]

[Novelist: You wrote me up like that last time, and you didn't let me smack you down?]

[Entomologist: Stop your pointless bickering. Now we should plan the next phase of our operations.]

[Mercenary: Actually, I think we just need to stay by Conan's side, wait for the main characters to appear one by one, and occasionally participate in them.]

[Antique Dealer: Naib's point is valid. Right now, we still have to wait for the main characters to appear before we have room to maneuver.]

[After the discussion, everyone took a break.]

On this day, after hearing the horror rumors about the medieval art museum, Xiaolan decided to take Maori Kogoro and Conan to visit it. As a result, they encountered another murder case.

"Stop quibbling, Mr. Kubota. You are the criminal. Once we find the armor used in the crime, the truth will be revealed." Kogoro Mouri said, pointing at Kubota, a staff member of the art museum.

"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me. I was doing the work assigned by the director at that time!" Because the note in the deceased's hand had Kubota's name on it, and he had no definite alibi, he could only make excuses in panic.

"A picture that can correspond to a work of art is not something that can be achieved by someone who ignores art." A slightly abrupt voice sounded.

The Painter (Golden Ratio) appeared before everyone's eyes.

"Hey, who are you?" Kogoro Mouri was the first to ask.

Curator: "This is Mr. Egger Walden from Italy, an outstanding painter. He visited the museum some time ago and said he wanted to copy some of the paintings. He has been staying at the museum for the past few days."

Painter: "Since the criminal used 'Divine Punishment' as a model for this murder, he undoubtedly hoped to gain a sense of punishment for the deceased. Just like in the painting, the knight of justice sealed the devil. But from my observation over the past few days, Mr. Kubota is a mediocre person who cares nothing for art. He has neither the time nor the ability to understand the true meaning contained in works of art. The curator has singled him out for lectures several times. Am I correct, Mr. Director?"

Curator: "Ah, yes, just as Mr. Walden said." The curator looked quite nervous.

Painter: "Stop pretending. You're the murderer, Mr. Curator. The armor he wore was a replica. Before committing the crime, he deliberately removed paintings that might have been stained with blood. Finally, he completed the murder in such an artistic way. It seems that you are the only one in the museum who cares so much about 'art'."

Curator: "What nonsense are you talking about? If you really say I killed him, then where is the evidence?"

Painter: "Where's your ballpoint pen? Can't you write?"

"In the video, the deceased showed a look of obvious shock before he tried to write the murderer's name on the piece of paper. It wasn't because he was about to be killed, but because Mr. Kubota's name was already written on the paper."

"To cross out the name, the deceased took out his own ballpoint pen and vigorously scratched it across the paper several times. Unfortunately, his pen was completely inoperable. All the murderer had to do was replace the defective pen with his own working one during the final act, thus framing Mr. Kubota."

"After all, you've been holding a grudge against this guy who illegally sells art for a long time, so you chose this unlucky guy."

Inspector Megure: "Mr. Director, please take out your ballpoint pen."

It is indeed a pen that can only write but cannot write.

Xiaolan: "So, those moving armors that the security guards mentioned encountering late at night were all you?"

Curator: "Yes, that was all me. I have been practicing in this position for a long time in order to get rid of Boss Manaka, the demon who intends to destroy the sacred art museum."

Maori Kogoro: "No matter what, you can't escape the punishment of justice now."

"Wait a minute!" The painter interrupted Inspector Megure who was about to take the curator away.

"Director, since Mr. Manaka is dead, why don't you consider transferring this art museum to me? I have two friends in Italy, one a wax sculptor and the other a sculptor, and they're planning to come find me. They're both very talented and will certainly not bring disgrace upon the reputation of your art museum. What do you think, Director?"

"Just as Mr. Walden said."

"It's a word."

Conan at this time: Have you recently messed up the Italians' lair? I can see three of them everywhere?