Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Miyano Shiho finally asked, "You said we've had some contact with you before, but we have no recollection of the Oletus Manor at all?"

"Because there is also a big problem in your world. Your world has the most chaotic time and space, and you yourselves are not aware of it." The owner of the manor frowned.

Seeing that no one seemed to understand, Miss Nightingale chuckled and said, "Why don't I ask you a few questions so you can intuitively feel that something is wrong."

"Mr. Kudo, how many days are there in a normal year?"

"365 days, and a leap year has 366 days."

"Yes, then how many Valentine's Days are there in a year?"

"Even if you count White Day, Black Day and so on, there are only two or three Valentine's Days a year."

"Yes, so how many Valentine's Days did you celebrate last year?"

"There seem to be more than a dozen. I remember a case happened that day... huh?"

Kudo Shinichi himself realized that something was wrong. He had spent so many Valentine's Days and other holidays, but why did it always feel like so little time had passed? Even when he was Conan, he was still in the first grade of elementary school!

"Look, after Christmas it could be Halloween, after Thanksgiving it could be Valentine's Day. If it's winter one day, it could be summer the next. Your world is quite good at confusing the concept of time. Several of our gods were almost fooled."

Cat God: Is it daytime? Nighttime? Should I go to sleep or inspect the work of the faithful?

Hermit: I am here all night, please do not disturb me.

Pool Player: Me too.

Slideshow artist: Whether it is day or night, as long as you close your eyes, you are sleeping.

Apostle: He takes good care of the Cat God's followers and is not sleeping.

After hearing Miss Nightingale's explanation, everyone began to wonder why they turned a blind eye to these phenomena that were clearly contrary to common sense, and even took them for granted.

"This is the nature of your world. There's no need to deliberately correct it. Just let it be." Miss Nightingale comforted everyone who seemed a little distressed.

"Well, the rules of our world don't seem to be that difficult to accept. It's just that time is confused, and the confusion is measured in days. After all, when we solved the case before, the time of death of those deceased people was completely correct." Hattori Heiji scratched his head.

Kudo Shinichi nodded. Time confusion was not a problem as long as they could not make a mistake in judging the time of death of the deceased. If time confusion would interfere with their judgment of the time of death of the deceased, it would be a big trouble.

Amuro Toru asked the key question: "Ms. Nightingale, you haven't shown us what the so-called 'price' is."

Miss Nightingale walked to a huge wardrobe and pulled down the curtain covering the dressing mirror. A figure exactly like Kudo Shinichi appeared in the mirror, except that this "person" looked more like a well-made rag doll, with eyes shaped like buttons.

But the amazing thing is that when the person in the mirror blinks, the buttons that should be hard can change from round to oval like rubber, and can even make different expressions with the help of the stitches.

"This is..." Vermouth looked at the "Kudo Shinichi" in the mirror in amazement. "Is this the 'price'? It looks really exquisite."

"Oh, everyone here has a share." The manor owner smiled wickedly and released the images of other people. "Guess who took all these fashions?"

Shuichi Akai looked at the "self" in the mirror. He was wearing a knitted hat on his head and carrying a sniper rifle on his back, but the most eye-catching thing was the pair of black arm guards on his wrists.

"Naib Sabeda. It's him." When Shuichi Akai saw the iconic wristband, he immediately guessed who the person was who got the costume in his image. After all, he usually doesn't wear wristbands.

Kudo Shinichi on the side guessed who the survivor corresponding to Xiaolan was. Although the pink toy gun surprised him a little, among all the survivors, the only one who carried a gun was the Air Force.

Kuroba Kaito also guessed that the survivor corresponding to him was the Prophet. The "self" in the mirror had a white dove standing on his shoulder, which should be the Prophet's servant bird.

"You guessed it right, but there is no reward." The owner of the manor smiled slightly.

When everyone was watching their corresponding linkage costumes here, at this time in the Oletus Manor.

The novelist looked at Crazy Eyes helplessly: "Mr. Balk, it's not fixed yet?"

"It seems that it cannot be repaired, but fortunately, there is only a problem with the Star of Interpretation." Crazy Eyes sighed helplessly as he looked at the novelist sitting on the steps staring at several other people.

That's right, when the passage of the Dusk Annex was connected to the Hall of Performing Stars, the space fluctuated, causing all the fashions that had been neatly placed in the display windows to run out.

Forgotten George (the composer) has taken over the piano in the hall and started playing passionately. Gold Digger (Fool's Gold) is squatting beside the piano. After each piece, Forgotten George stands up, takes off his hat, and applauds the pianist. Hong Lingyan (the perfumer) dances to the music.

The little star (cheerleader) was also beating drums and gongs, making the scene quite lively. Alice (reporter) and the country priest (hermit) in the dream were watching Romeo (patient) and Juliet (psychologist) showing their love.

Crazy Eyes patted the novelist's shoulder and said, "It's okay, young master. At least Nightmare has won the title of Acting Star this year. I'm sure there will be news soon."

The novelist turned to look at Dorothy (the little girl) who was playing with Singin' in the Rain (the doctor) and sighed, "Alice and Campbell both won the Star of Performing Arts award for both personalities. Campbell even won the Nymph Award. Oh, when can I change this white suit of mine? Even if Nightmare wins the Star of Performing Arts award, I can't wear his clothes."

"Actually, Master Card is not impossible..."

The Clown and the Crying Clown walked over together. In order to distinguish their ID personalities, the people in the manor used different ways to call them. The four people from the Noisy Circus received the most outrageous names.

People called the crying clown Joke, the clown Big Joke, the acrobat Mike, and the noisy one Big Barley.

Noisy had no objection to his address, but the Joker frowned: "That's too hasty."

"If you have any more objections, everyone will just call you Damei." The savage looked at the clown deeply.

The clown immediately agreed, after all, the name was too outrageous.

Incidentally, regarding the two groups, the Explorer and Fool's Gold, and the Professor and the Lizard, everyone decided to refer to the former by their given names, and the latter by the code names assigned by the Manor. Xuanxiang had originally wanted to get Fool's Gold and the Lizard to adopt the same format as himself, but they righteously refused.

Neither of them wanted their names to become Da Jin Jin and Da Lizard.

"Oh, well, the Joker had promised me that he would use the name 'Big Qiuqiu'." A disappointed expression appeared on the noisy face.

The Entomologist and Queen Bee, who joined the ID group later, didn't care about this, so everyone started calling Queen Bee the same way as Fool's Gold and Evil Lizard.