Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Inside the manor, discussions about this bizarre murder case continue.

"Hey, you said there are marks on Eli's neck? Can you let me see?" Xuanxiang poked his head out from behind the lame sheep and looked at everyone.

The undertaker pushed the coffin to the center with reluctance. He was just struggling over whether to cover up the special tattoo on the prophet's face with foundation. When he finally made up his mind and started to paint on the prophet's face with a makeup brush, someone jumped out to stop him.

Xuanxiao gently poked at the tiny marks, thought for a moment, and said, "I remember a few days ago, Eli went to Violetta to ask for some needles and thread. Although the thread was very thin, it was very strong. Violetta didn't ask Eli what he wanted it for."

The priest was puzzled. "If it's about mending clothes, it would definitely be more convenient to entrust it directly to Miss Valletta. But Eli actually wants to do it himself. It can't be that his custom-made suits are damaged and he wants to mend them himself."

"Could it be a prop for some ritual? I remember Patricia using a wax-soaked string for divination." The archer raised his hand. "You borrowed the wax from Mr. Philip back then."

"Does the Duid Cult have similar sacrificial rituals?" The sorcerer frowned. "The three of us probably specialize in different rituals. I'm better at spirit communication, sacrifice, and blood curses than divination."

"Elai is the best among us at divination. I'm better at communicating or connecting with the gods," the priest added. "While Patricia and I both use special tools and instruments to enhance our abilities, I've never heard of Eli using any special ritual implements. His prophetic abilities likely stem primarily from his clairvoyance since childhood and the blessing of the spirits of the Duid prophets."

"It can't be that Eli is just imagining things and planning to use some extreme method to make a prediction, haha." The first mate tried to liven up the atmosphere in this way, but when he finished speaking, he found that everyone's eyes seemed to be on him.

"Oh no, could I have been right?" The first mate held his head in his hands as if in shock.

"Okay, instead of wasting time here talking nonsense, why don't you go find out where Brodevi has gone? She can't just sit there and do nothing when Eli is in trouble, right?" The antique dealer pushed his mechanical flute to the ground and spoke loudly.

Outside, Toru Amuro suddenly felt something strange, as if he were being watched. It was a strange feeling, not like being watched by a peeper, but rather like someone silently watching you. The feeling faded within twenty seconds, leaving him a little surprised. But when he turned to look at the still-squirming peeper on the ground, he let it go. Perhaps it was just a psychological effect.

Akai Shuichi also had the same feeling. He scanned the room with his sharp eyes and found that there was nothing hiding in the shadows watching them. Moreover, since Miss Nightingale and the owner of the manor had taken the initiative to invite them here, it was unlikely that there was someone behind them.

"So, is it really possible that something unexpected happened when Mr. Eli made the prediction himself?" Kudo Shinichi asked in confusion after looking at the clues recorded in his notes.

"Tea, honey cakes, grains, all very simple things, nothing special about them, and a needle and thread... and so on!"

"I remember that Mr. Eli had a fashion. When he was at Melody Villa, one of his eyes was sewn shut. Could it be that?"

Suddenly, Kudo Shinichi felt a strong sense of being watched from behind. He turned around suddenly, but found that there was nothing behind the sofa, no one was there.

"Shinichi, what's wrong?" Xiaolan asked with concern.

"No, nothing, I just figured something out."

Just as everyone outside was still wondering where the vague feeling of being watched came from, a new incident occurred in the Oritis Manor.

Nightmare from the Supervisor's side came over with Deer Head, and Deer Head was holding Brodevi in ​​his palm, who looked to be in very bad condition.

"What are you doing? Brodevi just suddenly appeared in the sky outside the Supervisor's area, and she looked injured. Isn't there a match for Eli today? What happened?"

Deer Head carefully picked up Brodevi, and everyone realized that Brodevi's only remaining eye seemed to be bleeding constantly, and she was holding a spool of thread in her mouth with a thin red thread on it.

"Let me see!" The sorcerer strode forward and tried to take the spool from Brodevi's mouth.

"Chi..." Brodevi made a faint cry, hid the spool of thread directly under her body, and covered it with her wings, obviously not wanting anyone else to touch the spool of thread.

The little girl walked over and asked Deerhead to squat down. She walked slowly forward and gently stroked Brodevi's head with her hand: "Blodevi, did you and Brother Eli plan something together? Please tell us, Brother Eli seems to have been in a serious accident."

Everyone consciously made way for Deer Head so that Brodevi in ​​Deer Head's palm could clearly see the prophet lying in the coffin.

"Woo..." Brodevi forced herself to stand up in the palm of the deer head. She shook her wings gently and flew to the prophet's shoulder. She threw the red spool into the prophet's hand, then she shrank up and did not move because of exhaustion.

Seeing that Brodevi no longer prevented them from approaching the spool, the sorcerer breathed a sigh of relief. If Brodevi was determined not to let her get close, then she would have no choice. Now she could study carefully what the spool was.

"This is..." The sorcerer picked up the red spool and brought it close to his nose. "The smell of blood. It's Eli's blood, covered with perfume and honey."

"Oh my god? Did Eli really kill himself with the blood curse?" The cowboy was so shocked that the whip in his hand shook.

"Don't talk nonsense." The painter covered the cowboy's mouth.

The sorcerer wiped the sweat from her forehead. Due to their differing beliefs, she had no idea what the prophet intended to do with the blood-soaked spool. "I think it would be best to consult the two gods about this matter. Forget the Cat God; He doesn't seem very interested in these rituals. The other two are very skilled in this area."

"That's great. Who should we send to deliver the message?" The lawyer pushed his glasses, threw out the difficult question, and then placed the philanthropist in front of him.

philanthropist:???

Finally, the professor spoke up: "Ms. Ivy, could you please ask the Lord in Yellow to come and see me? I'll go find the Witch over there."

"Alright." As soon as the Shadow of Spacetime finished her words, she controlled the Yis people to squeeze out of her mask and headed towards the Supervisor's accommodation at an extremely fast speed. With a roar, the Shadow of Spacetime disappeared from the spot, apparently leaving directly via the second-level teleportation.

The professor could only inform his other personality through telepathy, and asked the evil lizard to help him do this in exchange for paying this month's research funds.