Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

The two men looked frantic, their eyes focused solely on winning the card game. Conan was frightened by their terrifying momentum.

Just as the two men were about to rush to Conan, a gust of wind blew, and the cold blade of the axe passed in front of the two men, cutting one of them in half and severing the other's legs.

There was blood and internal organs all over the floor, and Conan couldn't help but dry heave.

"Oh, it always ends up so bloody." Jack said to the night watchman who came over while helping Conan calm down.

The night watchman swung his axe, shaking off the blood. "I'm no match for you, Senior Jack."

"Okay, now you are the only winner, congratulations." Jack looked down at Conan who had not yet recovered.

"You, cough cough cough, why are you letting me watch these..."

Night Watchman: "Huh? You don't know? Actually, some of us feel that we are too lenient with you, so we want you to get to know us better."

"Okay, okay, let's talk somewhere else." Jack clapped his hands, and the black fog and playing cards reappeared, teleporting them to a two-story building that looked quite cozy.

"Hey, Jack, he looks upset. What have you done? Didn't you invite him to a tea party?" The Air Force looked at the two of them unfriendly.

Jack helped Conan onto a sofa and explained, "I just let him take a look at the project I'm in charge of. As for the tea party, I think we can still make it if we go back now. Her Majesty the Queen seems to have prepared quite a few snacks."

The night watchman expressed no interest in the tea party, did not accept Jack's invitation, turned around and walked out of the building.

Then Jack left too.

"Little detective, are you okay?" Conan came to his senses and met the air force's somewhat concerned eyes.

"What is the relationship between you... and them?" After seeing that scene, Conan still felt a little nervous.

He looked around and saw that this place looked like an office. Standing in front of him were the Air Force and Ms. Farrow whom he had met before. There was also a person sitting at the desk behind him who looked like a worker.

"Let me briefly explain to you our staff composition." It was Ms. Farrow who spoke.

"In Oletus Manor, we are divided into two camps, 'Survivors' and 'Supervisors'. Everyone here is a member of the Survivors camp, and Jack and Night Watch are 'Supervisors'."

"Most survivors form alliances for their own benefit, supporting each other. The Hunters are mostly people with tragic pasts that have led to extreme personalities, and they often act quite ruthlessly."

"I thought they were so kind as to invite you to a tea party." The Air Force was somewhat indignant.

"So it's good for all of us to have less dealings with those inhuman monsters." The man who had been sitting at the desk spoke.

"My code name is 'Lawyer', little detective. Next time you receive an invitation from us, remember to look carefully at which side the letter is from. Red means supervision, and blue means survival. Remember this." The lawyer said to Conan who was lying on the sofa.

"Would you like some hot cocoa? It might make you feel better." Air Force walked to the sofa holding a cup of hot cocoa.

"Air Force sister, if the people in the Supervisor camp are really like this, why don't you leave?" Conan sat up and took the cup of hot cocoa.

"We have reasons to stay, and those who try to leave will be liquidated. I remember there was one person before..."

"It was a lady codenamed 'Reporter' who infiltrated to find out the truth about the manor. Her actions seemed to have caused considerable turmoil in the manor," Ms. Farrow added.

The lawyer continued, "Unfortunately, that woman failed. She seems to have disappeared after the accident report, probably dealt with by some supervisor. I think her last name is De Ross, and her reason for coming here was to raise money for her husband's publication."

Conan was shocked: "Dros, so Mrs. Dros once sneaked into the Oletis Manor. Did Mr. Orpheus know about it? Later, Mrs. Dros defected from the Oletis Manor and her whereabouts are unknown. Mr. Orpheus has been looking for her, and he also got some information about the Oletis Manor?"

Conan then pieced together a complete story based on the conversations between the two people:

Before becoming a famous novelist, Mr. Orpheus was very poor and married into the DeRoss family.

But the couple gradually could not afford the living expenses. Mrs. De Ross may have a hidden identity. In order to obtain information about the manor, she joined the Oritis Manor on the pretext of raising publishing fees for her husband.

Mrs. Delos then tried to defect with the intelligence but her life or death was unknown. Mr. Orpheus, who didn't know the truth, missed his wife so much that he cloned a girl named Alice and searched the world for intelligence, but finally found only some rumors about Oritis Manor.

The logic is closed, so the information presented in the previous "Cocoon" game is more likely to be the script information of Mr. Orpheus being used by the Oritis Manor.

Yes, that must be the case!

So the little girl's suspicion was instantly eliminated, which is a cause for celebration.

"Little detective, let's get you out of this troubled place right now."

"Wait, Huibara is still in the manor. Where did she go?"

"The fire investigator brought her in. She's fine and will be here in a moment."

Unlike Conan's dire situation, Haibara Ai's life seems to be peaceful and tranquil.

Huiyuan Ai admired the scenery along the way: stacked haystacks, vast wheat fields, roosters, gray cats, and squirrels. Everything seemed so close to nature.

"Hey, who are you taking me to meet?" Huibara was a little annoyed.

"We'll be there soon. We'll be there soon." The fire investigator said with a smile.

Two people were walking towards the farm-like building opposite.

Haibara Ai narrowed her eyes: The one on the left is a tall and thin lady, wearing a mask and the same clothes as purple cabbage. The one on the right... wait, who is that?

Huibara couldn't believe it, broke free from the fire investigator's hand and ran forward.

When the man's figure gradually became clear in her pupils, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

It was her, the person she had always thought about day and night.

That is her gentle and strong sister.

"Sister!" Tears welled up in her eyes and Haibara Ai threw herself into Miyano Akemi's arms.

The Shadow of Time and Space decisively distanced themselves from each other, giving the two sisters some space to be alone.

"Shiho, it's me, I'm fine." Miyano Akemi hugged Haibara and comforted her softly.

Then Miyano Akemi explained to Haibara why she was here and why she couldn't leave in the short term.

Ai Haibara listened attentively and nodded repeatedly, and even agreed when the Shadow of Time and Space suggested sharing the information about the potion with them.

The two sisters finished their conversation. The fire investigator promised to help them pass on messages to report their safety regularly, and warned Huibara not to tell Conan what happened here. Huibara agreed. Then, Huibara looked at Miyano Akemi's figure reluctantly and left with the fire investigator.

The perspective returns to Conan, the fire investigator pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Haibara.

Conan immediately stepped forward and asked if Haibara was hurt.

Gray Principle smiled and said, "I'm fine."

Conan became more convinced that Haibara must have been entertained by the survivors.

Since the professor was not there, the fire investigator drove the two back to the street, and they were picked up by the anxiously waiting Dr. Agasa.

In the doctor's car, Conan summarized the information he had gathered from the meeting: the Oletus Manor was divided into two camps: the friendly survivors and the reckless regulators. It seemed that if he saw someone from the survivor camp in the future, he could try to cooperate further, but as for the regulators... it was best to stay away from them.

Afterwards, Conan tried to reverse track the location of the manor, but when he arrived at the destination according to his memory, there was nothing there.