Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

When he saw the name on the signature, Kudo Shinichi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated: "Ms. Nightingale? Miss Delos said before that Miss Nightingale would issue orders on behalf of the owner of the Oritis Manor, so this is not an invitation letter from any survivor or supervisor..."

"Also, the invitation said that more than one person was invited, so besides me, other people also received invitations?"

At the same time, in addition to Kudo Shinichi and the Mori father and daughter, Hattori Heiji, Akai Shuichi, Amuro Toru, Vermouth, Miyano Shiho, and Kuroba Kaito also received the same invitation. However, after receiving the invitation, most people were confused as to whether it was the work of the Oletus Manor.

Let's turn back the clock to the period after the Black Organization was destroyed.

"Wait, you mean we will stay here for a long time?" The novelist looked at Miss Nightingale in disbelief.

Miss Nightingale's expression remained unchanged. "Yes, because the process of this world is nearing its end, and the collected energy needs to be sorted. You can't just throw that energy into the storage room like junk."

"Uh, so we need to do a thorough cleaning now?" the forward complained.

"What I'm curious about is that Miss Nightingale has always been in charge of collecting energy, so who is responsible for organizing the energy?" The entomologist immediately grasped the key point.

Miss Nightingale's tone remained calm: "Because it is a world-class energy, this matter has always been handled by the two gods."

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Dream Witch and the Lord in Yellow.

The Yellow Lord, who has been slacking off and tasting pasta since arriving in this world: "...I thought Idhela would handle those things."

The Dream Witch, obsessed with all sorts of parenting tips and children's fashion styles, said, "What? You spend every day lying on the seabed doing nothing, and how dare you say that about me, a god who diligently guides his followers to do practical things?"

Everyone: It seems that the Dream Witch did contribute more.

The Lord in Yellow immediately retorted, "Aren't all the props used to monitor the world made by me? How dare you accuse me of not doing my job?"

Everyone: That makes sense, that makes sense.

Everyone was silent as the two gods confronted each other. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

"Hey, everyone, there's no need to be so tense. We're just staying a little longer anyway. We could take this time to sort out what we got." It was Xuanxiang who spoke. Considering that he was not tall enough as an acrobat, he used his supervisor form.

"Oh, there's one more thing, Mr. Morton," Miss Nightingale's voice echoed again. "To facilitate statistical analysis later, the personalities of all ID group members will be separated."

"Huh?" the explorer was the first to scream. "Doesn't that mean I can't get double pay?"

The professor held his forehead helplessly. "How should we distribute our things? After all, the needs of the Supervisors and the Survivors are different."

"You should discuss this issue with your other self."

After Miss Nightingale finished speaking, she turned and left, leaving everyone at a loss.

"Ahem, go away, go about your own business!" The adventurer stepped onto a chair and shouted, then ran away first. He wanted to adapt his experiences during this period into an adventure novel.

The Embers group gathered together, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the Novelist and Nightmare.

The entomologist was the first to complain: "Mr. Orpheus, let me be frank. Do you know anything about the owner of the manor who has been hiding behind the scenes?"

The separated queen bee waved her claws and said, "Answer us."

Fool's Gold and the explorer blocked their retreat. "The time and space of the manor are different from the ordinary world, and the same is true for Conan's world. It is certain that the manor and this world are influencing each other. So, at that time, what did Detective Orpheus want to say?"

"I don't know." The novelist spread his hands, motioning everyone to look at the nightmare beside him. "Ask him. He knows more than I do. He took away those memories hidden deep in my mind when we parted."

"Well, you're being rude." Nightmare glared at Novelist angrily, then turned to face the crowd and began to explain. "As everyone knows, we have more than just 'Novelist' and 'Nightmare' personalities."

"Excluding you two, let's count the little Orphee in Miss Alice's camera and the detective who's been hanging out in the hall. That makes four personalities?" The composer pondered. "But one thing everyone knows is..."

"You possess a 'fifth personality,' correct?" the reporter added, adding to the composer's unspoken words. "So, the owner of the manor is you, yet it's not you... Our experiences, this collected energy, all the recorded information... Is the person who orchestrated this temporal upheaval your 'owner of the manor' personality?"

The novelist surrendered. "I really don't understand. If my alter ego is the owner of the manor, why don't I have any decent clothes? This white suit is making me sick. I don't want to wander around in a 'Master' suit."

"Perhaps your alter ego hates you." Fool Gold chuckled sinisterly, feeling unhappy about his upcoming job as an NPC in the Glittering Grottoes. Although there would be extra pay, standing for half a day, constantly guiding the survivors, would surely make his stone arms sore.

The little girl stepped forward to ease everyone's mood. "Okay, stop focusing on Aoife's personality. The most important thing now is to have a good dinner and then rest until Miss Nightingale announces that our lives are back on track!"

"Little Alice, do you want to eat truffle cake? You can't eat it every day." The reporter squatted down and gently stroked the little girl's head.

"Can we eat it tonight?" The little girl grabbed the hem of her skirt and swayed her body gently, acting coquettishly to the reporter.

"Of course, but remember to brush your teeth after eating. Let's go to the dormitory in 221B."

The reporter's home was the converted apartment 221B, and ever since this home came online, she had abandoned her own "Miss DeRose's Apartment."

The reason was simple: this initial destination was so small that even afternoon tea was too crowded. The reporter couldn't help but want to curse the owner. If this owner really was the novelist's personality, then she would have even more reason to scold him.

Miss Nightingale, returning to the Hall of Illusions, seemed to sense a hint of the reporter's anger. With a dumb laugh, she slowly walked into a room hidden by a mirror. Yes, the door to this room was a mirror, and behind the mirror was a rather empty room filled with various books, but even more of them were diaries.

"Are you back?" A voice similar to Detective Orpheus sounded.

The man sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and held an open diary in his hands.

Miss Nightingale smiled slightly. "It's always like this. Speaking of which, among our five personalities, only the detective doesn't have his own Nightingale. He seems to have walked out of the room, but in fact he has been chasing that illusory phantom."