Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

After losing the will to continue talking with Karasuma Renya, the big boss of the Black Organization, the photographer called the slide projector who was about to fall asleep and asked her to take out her camera.

The slide designer had prepared the camera early. She had been leaning on the camera stand to rest. Now that the photographer was finally getting to the point, she naturally lifted the cloth covering the lens and made a "please" gesture.

Rum, standing across from him, realized that this was definitely the same prop that had just made the driver disappear. Escape! We had to get out of this thing's range!

After carefully considering the pros and cons, Rum abandoned his master and fled. He understood clearly that Karasuma Renya's expression was clearly shaken by the photographer's comments. Besides, the old man didn't have much time left to live. If he didn't run now, would he be surrounded and beaten by the opposing team? He remembered that the organization had some hidden funds overseas. If he could escape, he could use those funds to live a comfortable life for the rest of his life.

It's a beautiful idea, but achieving this outcome requires escaping the Oredis's pursuit. If it were Guard 26, he might have a slight chance of escaping, but among the current guards, one can retrieve cards and locate, one can review vision, and one is Oredis's famous machine gunner, who recently fell to second place (the first place was taken by the strengthened Jack).

Of course, even if he really escaped, he would not be able to obtain the funds hidden by the Black Organization. Vermouth had used her authority to transfer the wealth early on. She also used Karasuma Renya's order as an excuse. Those who were responsible for guarding the wealth did not dare to disobey their boss and a code-named member.

After seeing Rum run away, Karasuma Renye suddenly laughed. The laughter sounded like branches rubbing against each other. "Haha, he can't escape, right? Mr. Melody, you should have made up your mind to uproot the organization I built."

The photographer ignored what Karasuma Ren'ya said and just took a picture of the place where Rum escaped. A familiar blue light flashed, causing Rum, who was running in front, to speed up his pace.

"As long as I don't look at the camera, I'll be fine. I just need to keep running until I reach their blind spot..." Rum thought so and ran forward desperately, but found that the blue light caught up with him like a ghost, shining brightly in front of him.

Rum felt incredible. He subconsciously turned back to see how far he had run, but the moment he turned back, he felt as if his body and soul were frozen.

The next second, the photo slipped out of the photographer's hands, showing Rum's terrified face as he looked back at the flash.

"Okay, now it's your turn. Have you thought about what kind of photo you'll take as your last portrait?"

Looking at the photographer's smile, Karasuma Renya recalled himself in those high-end restaurants, enjoying the performances of the dancers while contentedly stuffing his mouth with delicious food. And now, his small choice was nothing more than a show to cheer up the demon before his meal.

He was once the leader of a black organization spanning various countries, but now he is like a fish on a chopping board. Although he can still flap his body and struggle hard, this may only earn him a comment from diners that "this fish is so energetic, it must be delicious", and accelerate his own death.

"Hehe." Karasuma Renya looked up at the night sky. There was no moon tonight, only a clear starry sky.

"It's over, my ideal, my pursuit..."

Just before the photographer pressed the shutter, Karasuma Renya stopped breathing. The photographer's skills were ineffective on the dead, even if the person had just taken his last breath.

"What a pity! It seems that you have no choice but to go to the abyss to work on behalf of your master." The photographer frowned slightly and looked at the photo of Rum in his hand.

Abyss 3, in the Abyss Art Museum, Patch, the operator, and the bodyguard were pointing and discussing a newly delivered exhibit.

"What is this?" No matter how much the bodyguard respected the artists here, he couldn't help but complain about the condition of the people in the photo.

Patch: "@￥%&*! (The auctioneer said this person is the new cook)"

The Flower of Evil gently stroked her face and said, "I want to eat a low-fat diet meal."

The operator muttered, "With your figure... you don't even need it. (The power of the abyss will keep you from gaining weight!)"

"Then I'll bring one portion for Pickman, but I don't know if the Broken Porcelain Man and the Connoisseur will want to eat it. Also, this chef is working too hard." The Flower of Evil sighed as she looked at Rum, whose kitchen knife was almost smoking in the photo.

Rum at this time: Why are these people’s requests so weird?

Patch's request: I want a spicy hot pot, not too spicy, not too hot, and not too numbing.

Operator: I want a glass of ice water, but hot.

Bodyguard: I just want the Abyss Special Sandwich. (The most normal one)

Flower of Evil: I want a special Abyss salad, but take the tip of the Abyss Touch and cut it into small pieces 3 cm long, 1 cm wide, and 1 cm high. The vegetables must be fresh seasonal vegetables picked that day, and the salad dressing must be made with the freshest eggs laid by Void Chickens... (Omit 800 words of detailed meal requirements)

Rum: Aaaaaaaah!

As time passed and the night slowly wore on, the search operations of the police and the FBI gradually drew to a close. Both sides had basically found what they wanted. Although there was some bickering and wrangling among some people during this period, they finally got the job done.

Looking at the collected information, Toru Amuro couldn't help but sigh: "Is this really the end?"

Shuichi Akai stood beside him, holding a sealed medicine bottle in his hand. That was the potion that made Conan smaller. As long as reverse research was conducted, the antidote should be able to be made soon.

"It should be over. I wonder if they've left too."

"I hope they won't show up here again. The organization has been destroyed, so the underground forces will probably face a major reshuffle. We will probably be busy again." Toru Amuro faced the sky that was already turning pale and stretched lightly, as if a brighter tomorrow was calling.

Just as Toru Amuro and Shuichi Akai thought, the people in Oritis Manor began to reduce their activities after this incident, and the originally bustling Delos Manor became quiet again.

Conan naturally knew what had happened. Sera Masumi found him and excitedly shared the good news with him, which was that in the near future, Conan might be able to resume his identity as Kudo Shinichi.

Conan looked at Sera Masumi who looked a little regretful and knew what she was thinking.

"I will definitely change back, so stop staring at me." Conan spread his hands helplessly.

Sera Masumi smiled and stopped teasing Conan. Instead, he started talking about recent events: "Come to think of it, a lot of things have happened recently."

"Well, little Alice dropped out of school. I think Miss Delos and Mr. Orpheus are planning to leave here. I guess those three kids will be very sad to see her go."

In fact, the three little ones were at Dr. Agasa's house showing off the newest member of their Junior Detective Team - a calico cat with excellent genes given by the apostles.

"Dr. Agasa, Sister An said this is 'Miss Watson'!"