Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

After a while, the little girl who was taken for a routine check-up came back.

At the same time, everyone who was originally in the yard also walked into the living room.

"Oh, I didn't expect it to rain suddenly." Dr. Agasa said with regret. He was chatting enthusiastically with Crazy Eyes.

"Fortunately, I prepared waterproof cloth in advance. As long as I cover the equipment directly, no damage will be caused." The pilot has been extra cautious since experiencing that accident.

"How is the conversation going here?" The novelist asked about the three people who were in the living room before.

The adventurer was the first to jump up: "Mr. Orpheus, this is my fourth visit to you. I'm really curious about your experience before you became a famous mystery writer. I wonder if you could..."

The novelist's face darkened instantly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Frank, but I don't want my life story to be known to others."

"Well, okay, but maybe you will change your mind when I come next time." The adventurer was not discouraged and slowly sat back on the sofa.

The novelist also sat down on the sofa nearby.

"Do you need some more snacks?" the novelist asked the few people.

"Oh, are there any low-fat snacks?" In order to avoid Haibara and have some dessert, Dr. Agasa tried his best.

Conan looked at the doctor with his crescent eyes: "Most desserts are high in oil and sugar. Doctor, you really should change your greedy habit."

Talking about food, the hermit was also puzzled by the prisoners' frequent consumption of red pepper sauce. After all, that thing was salty, spicy and pungent, which was really not to his taste. After trying it once, he didn't want to touch it again.

After a while, some cookies and tea were placed on the coffee table, and everyone started chatting about their own topics.

The hermit asked the novelist if he could find a separate room for him and the prisoner, as he wanted to talk to the prisoner alone. The novelist took them to the west side of the reception room.

After the hermit master and his disciple left, the discussion continued.

Dr. Agasa was praising the ingenious structure used in the aircraft invented by the pilot.

"I've wanted to build a flying machine like this to solve traffic congestion problems, but it's so difficult to control the direction steadily in the air. I wonder what kind of structure Mr. Charles used to allow this flying machine to hover in the air and then change direction."

"I have also heard of Dr. Agasa's ingenious inventions. Those little props are very practical. However, I have been studying manned aircraft and don't know much about them." The pilot also praised Dr. Agasa.

Everyone was chatting enthusiastically when they suddenly heard a noise coming from the west living room, followed by the sound of something being thrown.

Everyone rushed to the reception room, and the scene before them was astonishing.

The chairs in the living room were knocked to the ground, and the floor was littered with fallen manuscripts and documents. Near the sofa, the prisoner was grabbing the hermit's collar tightly, as if questioning something.

"Why? You thief!" The prisoner was very excited and pushed the hermit onto the sofa.

"I didn't." The hermit's voice was calm.

Everyone hurriedly pulled the two apart, but the prisoner was still a little unwilling to give in. He shouted at the hermit, "I don't care whether he lives or dies, but I didn't expect you to be that kind of person!"

The pilot held the prisoner's hands tightly to prevent him from rushing forward, but this could not stop the prisoner from talking nonsense.

"You are a hypocrite seeking fame and reputation, a liar who plagiarizes the work of your collaborators!"

"You flea, sand locust, looper, leaf-eating katydid!"

Seeing that the prisoner was about to continue cursing, the mechanic jumped out and stuffed a butter sandwich into the prisoner's mouth.

"Shut your mouth! Do you know what you're saying to your teacher?"

The hermit stood up with the help of the novelist and Dr. Agasa. He looked at his prisoner, who was unable to speak with a sandwich stuffed in his mouth but was still glaring at him, sighed, and began to explain.

"Herman and I have been collaborating for a long time, but I have never plagiarized Herman's work."

"He is a scientist with romantic ideals, while I focus more on the practicality of those inventions."

"After graduation, we worked together on the research of perpetual motion machines. I also learned that he had sold his wife's dowry, causing his son to run away from home."

"He has already given too much. I wanted to persuade him to turn back, but something unexpected happened during the last experiment. Apart from those manuscripts, there is nothing left about Hermann for me."

"Later, you became my disciple. You were just as young, just as high-spirited, just as passionate about romanticism, and just as obsessed with the research of perpetual motion machines."

"Lucas, I know you're persistent, but I really don't want to go through the same tragedy again."

The hermit seemed to recall the experimental accident that took away his good friend with whom he had worked for many years.

Conan was shocked when he heard this huge news. There was actually such a relationship between the master and apprentice.

The prisoner finally spat out the sandwich that the mechanic had stuffed into his mouth.

"Then what should I do? How can I defeat that damned guy who abandoned my mother? Only by inventing a perpetual motion machine can I prove myself."

"You clearly don't need to prove yourself in this way." The mechanic took out his wrench and tapped the prisoner's head. "Is your genius brain not enough in this situation?"

"Professor Lorenz didn't collect the materials because he plagiarized them, as you think. He didn't want you to repeat the same mistake. He still vividly remembers the tragedy of your father." The novelist stepped forward to dissuade him. "He couldn't accept that his good friend and beloved student had failed on this nearly impossible project."

"I..." At this time, the pilot had released his grip on the prisoner, and the prisoner knelt on the ground, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." The prisoner burst into tears, and the hermit came over and helped him up.

After learning about the story between the master and apprentice, Dr. Agasa felt relieved: "It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. It is great that the master and apprentice can resolve their misunderstanding."

Conan, who finished eating the whole melon: I always feel that it was not the father and son of Barsak who fell into the trap of the perpetual motion machine, but Professor Lorenz who fell into the trap of the father and son.

With this scene of reconciliation between master and apprentice, the academic exchange conference ended.

[Mechanic: You're really expressing your true feelings. It seems you really know that you were wrong?]

[Prisoner: I was wrong, I was wrong. I misunderstood the teacher, and I always owe the teacher an apology.]

[Hermit: I should have explained this to you earlier, but now it's all good if you just stop being so obsessed.]

[Novelist: So, Luca, are you going to give up your research on perpetual motion machines?]

[Aviator: That’s not necessarily true.]

[Prisoner: I will do the experiment very carefully under the teacher's supervision, and there will be no accidents.]

[Mechanic: You're doomed.]

[Hermit: I will carefully evaluate it. If the experiment is too dangerous, I will consult Mr. Balk.]

[Doctor: You actually agreed?]

[Soul of the Umbrella: It's better to open up than to block. The master and disciple have already untied their knot, so this can be considered a complete beginning and an end.]

[Fire Investigator: I can provide emergency shelter services at any time.]

[Spell Master: I've only just started, and you're already rushing for sales?]

[Fire Investigator: I'm serious.]