Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

"These past few days, I always felt that someone from outside was spying on us. At first, I just relied on the Sky Eye to try to check the situation outside the manor, but just like before, the outside of the manor was in chaos and I couldn't see anything clearly." The prophet took the honey tea handed over by the meteorologist, took a sip and continued.

"It's not like I haven't asked Miss Nightingale, but she just told me the manor is safe and not to worry. I have no reason to continue spying outside, not to mention that the gods haven't issued any warnings."

"Plus, everyone has been busy taking care of the Golden Pavilion and the Hall of Performing Stars these past few days, so I'm embarrassed to ask others to come and help."

The priest interrupted the prophet after hearing this: "Stop, stop, stop. You just said that you've always felt that someone from outside is spying on us, but Miss Nightingale intervened to stop you from investigating further, right? Then how did you come up with the idea of ​​spying on the outside world again in this way?"

"Didn't an accident happen on the day the Performing Star Arena was completed?"

"You mean when Florian used a bomb to blow up the building? I remember Xiao Xing was blown away, and then he came back after a while. Did something happen?" The priest turned and looked at the crowd. Lucky was nowhere to be seen. "Huh, where did this guy go?"

Outside, Kudo Shinichi asked Miss Nightingale in surprise: "Miss Nightingale, is the flow of time different in the manor than here? It's only been a few hours since we watched the movie, but it seems like many days have passed in the manor."

"Remember how I said time is chaotic here? What seems like a few hours here actually means days have already passed over there. Or rather, you've actually all just spent 'a few days,' but the difference between a few days and hours here is almost the same," Miss Nightingale explained calmly. "Perhaps by the time you leave, your world will have already gone from spring to winter, but in reality, only a few days have passed."

"Alright." Kudo Shinichi had grown accustomed to the chaotic space-time of his own world. After all, after his initial explorations, he'd finally realized he'd been living in a world with distorted perceptions. After reassuring Miss Nightingale that the changes in his own world wouldn't affect the people within, he felt reassured.

Inside the manor, the prophet continued, "After Xiao Xing came back, I noticed a special scent on him. Besides Miss Nightingale's, there was also a very familiar scent..."

The postman suddenly seemed to remember something and held up the small note in his hand. "When Ah Xing just came back, he seemed to be deliberately staying away from me and Wick. At first I thought it was because Wick hadn't showered properly in the past few days. But later, when Wick and I were alone together, Wick told me that Ah Xing seemed to have a faint smell of the little detective."

"What?" The novelist looked at the postman in confusion. "How is this possible? This guy chased us into our manor? That's not right. Jack's deterrent power has actually decreased."

"Excuse me for being blunt, but at most Jack only stabbed five unarmed singing girls. It was just widely reported because his method was so perverted. It seems that there are quite a few people in the manor who have killed more than a dozen people." In order to attract everyone's attention, the adventurer stood directly on the coffee table.

The magician covered his face helplessly: "This guy never changes his bad habits. Has he forgotten how he died?"

The Escape Artist patted the magician's shoulder and said, "It's okay, Senior Brother. I will never tell anyone about your betrayal of your master and ancestors. Besides, I also kept my mouth shut when I was out there."

"It's no use for you to keep your mouth shut now. People outside definitely don't know about our relationship. Everyone in the manor knows about our past."

"It seems right..."

The adventurer was feeling very proud. Just as he was about to jump down from the coffee table, he saw the mercenaries, antique dealers, undertakers, sorcerers, explorers and archers all staring at him. Even the gravekeeper beside him began to look at him curiously.

"You're really hopeless. How about I let you die?" The mercenary took out his Nepalese machete from behind.

"It's clear those people deserved it. They were perfectly fine, yet they chose to run into my arrows. I kindly helped them collect their relics and even released their bodies into the sea to play with the fish. How can you blame me for being ruthless?" The archer raised his head nonchalantly. "All for the glory of Weirufu!"

The antique dealer waved the mechanical flute in his hand and said, "I can only say that business is done impartially. If you're paid for something, you have to be aware of the consequences."

"So, Kurt, are you ready to experience death again?" The undertaker approached, holding a tube of bromide. "I promise it won't hurt..."

The frightened adventurer rolled on the ground in an instant: "Ahhh, I was wrong, I was wrong, Andrew, save me!"

The gravekeeper, who was grabbed by the adventurer, looked at him with light red eyes: "I'm sorry, Kurt, I think you may need some physical treatment, but since you are not a corpse yet, I will not get involved."

However, no one did anything to the adventurer. The undertaker said frankly that the adventurer was not his type, so he put away the bromide and walked away. The rest of the people also dispersed, leaving only the mercenaries and archers on the left and right, holding back the adventurer who wanted to sneak away and shrink.

"Don't run away so quickly. Weren't you quite excited when you shared your adventure novel with me?" The mercenary dragged the adventurer to the antique clock in the hall, pulled down the curtains, and tied the adventurer to the clock. "Brenhill, I'm done here."

"Alright!" The archer, holding a dragon-bone bow and covering his eyes with a towel, aimed his aim at the clock hands behind the adventurer's head. "Mr. Kurt, let me come up with a name for the novel we can adapt from your experience. Let's call it 'The Adventures of Brainstorming'!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!" the adventurer screamed in fear.

The antique dealer seemed to be thinking: "In ancient times, Lü Fengxian shot the halberd at the gate, and now there is Wei Lufu who shot an arrow through the heart."

With a whoosh, the arrow head directly hit the second hand of the clock. The second hand had just completed a circle and was pointing to the direction of twelve o'clock. If it was one second earlier or later, the adventurer would not only have a hole in his head, but at least his scalp would be damaged. Now the landing point was just right, and it only brushed a few hairs on the adventurer's head.

"I was wrong..." After shooting the arrow, the adventurer collapsed on the ground in fear. At least he didn't dare to arrange mercenaries and archers for the time being.

"Cough cough." The prophet's cough drew everyone's attention back.

"Actually, I didn't want to investigate further, but during the past few days of ranked matches, that vague feeling of being watched has become increasingly stronger, making me very uneasy. It just so happens that I've been staying in the small dark room during the ranked matches these days, so I thought I'd take this opportunity to use this method to find out where the source of that spying gaze is."

"I'll let Brodevi hold that spool. It'll ensure that when I use my third eye while my soul is out of my body, I won't be scolded by those senior Douid prophets by the collar..."