Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Conan didn't care where Oritis got the information from. His mind was now full of thoughts about getting the specific location of the laboratory from Nightmare so that he could go there to get the potion that would make him smaller, so that he could restore his identity as Kudo Shinichi.

"Then... Mr. Orpheus, where is the exact location of that underground laboratory?" Conan was extremely excited, as if the potion was within his reach.

But his ideals were beautiful, and reality was harsh. Nightmare had no intention of making the information public. Didn't you see Akai Shuichi didn't say anything? What are you doing here? Besides, you look like an elementary school student now. What are you going to say if you get there? You can't just say in that fake, baby voice that you got lost and ended up here.

Nightmare looked at Conan with disdain. If the potion he used had nothing to do with memory, Nightmare would have tricked him into coming to the manor long ago. After all, to trick this guy, all he needed was a letter inviting him, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, to solve a century-old problem. He was only slightly harder to trick than the postman.

Postman: I just wanted to see the person who sent me the letter, but I didn’t expect the owner of the manor to be such a person.

Victor: Woof woof! (I'm not a human, but you're a real dog! How dare you trick Victor like that!)

"Oh, our great detective is planning to go to the heartland of the Black Organization alone and use his football skills to compete with the other side?" Nightmare's words were full of sarcasm, implying that a little brat who can only play football should not join in the fun.

Then Nightmare looked at Hattori Heiji with an indifferent look. The Osaka Police Station was also of no use in this operation. After all, if they really wanted to catch the people from the Black Organization, the public security would definitely come and take over the operation directly. At that time, the police station could only arrest some "criminals who carried out illegal actions."

Conan suddenly became anxious. If Oritis ransacked the Black Organization's laboratory like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, how would he study the method of changing back?

"Why are you in such a hurry? I see you've been stuck in this little body for quite some time. Why don't you just grow up normally?" Nightmare said with a malicious smile. "Didn't that little girl named Huiyuan help you develop a time-sensitive antidote?"

"But there will be side effects, and, Haibara said, as the frequency of use increases, drug resistance will gradually develop..." Conan clenched his fists, looking very unwilling.

Hattori Heiji took a look at the situation and was about to help his good brother when Sera Masumi rushed over from behind and said, "I need that potion too! My mom needs the antidote for this drug!"

"Stop making so much noise. It's useless for you to go. What are you going to rely on to fight against those people in the Black Organization? Jeet Kune Do? Don't be silly. In the face of live guns and bullets, the effect of fists and feet can be minimal." Nightmare raised his head, with no intention of sharing any information.

Seeing Nightmare's tight-lipped expression, Conan's eyes dimmed. How painful would it be if he could never change back? He would have to go through elementary school, middle school, and junior high school all over again to become Kudo Shinichi again, but by then, it would be too late. Ten years was enough to change so many things.

Looking at Conan's dejected expression, Akai Shuichi couldn't help but grumble inwardly, "Why is this kid's clever brain not working now?" It was obvious that Oritis's men hadn't brought them here to learn about the Abyss and announced to them in person that they had found the Black Organization's base just to whet their appetites.

And his sister was also acting stupidly at this time, not seeing the other party's true intention. But Akai Shuichi saw that Nightmare was simply looking for Conan's fun. As long as Conan showed an expression different from his usual calm thinking, Nightmare would unconsciously reveal a proud and excited mood.

At this time, just pretend to be tough, don't be servile, or take the initiative to make a request. As long as the other party feels bored, the news will naturally be told.

The photographer looked at Akai Shuichi who seemed lost in thought and warned Nightmare: "Don't overdo it. The little detective is almost turning into a sad little carrot head."

"Little carrot head?" Hattori Heiji, who had originally wanted to help his brother, suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore. He looked down at Conan, who was only as tall as his thigh, and reached out to rub Conan's head hard. Oh, this big head feels so good. When you change back, Kudo, you won't be able to touch it anymore.

"Hattori!" Conan was furious. If he continued to maintain this posture, he would never be able to raise his head in front of his good brother for the rest of his life.

Of course, he couldn't lift his head physically. Hattori Heiji was holding his head down, making it impossible for him to lift it. But what did the photographer mean by that? Could it be that Nightmare was just teasing him?

Hearing the photographer interrupt her, Nightmare glanced at him with dissatisfaction: "Oh, if this kid wasn't really an elementary school student, I might have included him in my research."

Conan shuddered when he heard this. It was possible that Nightmare, a guy who did things without any scruples, would actually do this.

"But—" Nightmare's voice dragged on. "For the sake of Alice and Little Memories, let's forget about you, a guy with nothing special besides the rejuvenation. After all, you're useless under the recruitment rules of Oletus Manor. You're not as passionate and decisive as William and Brunhilde, not as imaginative as Kurt and the group of artists, not as ruthless as Naib and Qi Shiyi, and not as patient and submissive as Kreacher."

"So, aside from having a well-organized, logical mind, everything else about you is just... mediocre. But I understand. Children who grew up surrounded by honey are different from us, after all."

Conan's face turned pale. He wanted to refute the nightmare by saying that it was the people in Oletus Manor who were too abnormal. However, from what he knew about the experiences of those people in Oletus Manor, he knew that most of them were people who were forced into despair by unfortunate lives.

In such an extreme environment, it is quite normal that there are few normal people in Oletus Manor.

"Okay, you want me to tell you the location of the Black Organization's base directly? No way." Nightmare looked at Conan fiercely. "For the sake of this little memory, I will leave you a portion of that potion."

"Okay, the FBI stays, and everyone else can go." Nightmare gave the order to leave without mercy.

Conan jumped up immediately: "I want to stay too."

In Conan's opinion, the reason why Nightmare wanted Shuichi Akai to stay was simply to exchange information, and he didn't want to miss it.

"Then you should all leave together. I hate people who have no sense of boundaries, and I swear I won't let that happen a second time."

[Magician: Hee, the little note Naib left behind broke my defenses.]

[Nightmare: Who knew someone could get in this way?]

[Lutou: Naib’s strength is truly beyond words.]