Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 427: Imitator Carnival (Part 7)

Conan watched the knight and the puppeteer start fighting again, and his perception of the knight as a villain who murdered his family was completely shattered. What villain would be so easily deterred by such a trivial matter?

Oritis and the others: That's because Matthias on the opposite side also killed his entire family with a fire.

Amuro Toru was used to this kind of situation; Oritis always managed to come up with some outrageous tricks for him. However, the fire investigator's incendiary agent reminded him of the vicious bomber he had encountered before, Pramya.

Finally, Fan Wujiu couldn't stand the chaotic scene any longer and stepped out to smooth things over: "Alright, if you want to argue, go back and do it. There's another one coming up, don't delay the important matter!"

It might be their turn to participate in the second round. The five people who were invited here looked at each other and nodded to each other.

Conan decided to ask the philanthropist nearby how the reward and punishment system of the Imitation Game differed from that of Blackjack. The rule of Blackjack was that only those who reached 21 could leave safely, and those who busted would die immediately. The winner who did not reach 21 would continue to participate in the next round.

The Imitator mode seems to be a similar situation, but there are still some details that need to be confirmed.

"Mr. Pearson, does this imitator model also apply to the lower-level staff of the manor?"

"Yes, but this mode is somewhat different from the others. After all, it's a game that requires teamwork, so the elimination method isn't as brutal as Blackjack. You can leave as long as you win three games."

"Of course, if you lose three games in a row, you'll be eliminated. Even if you're a member of the Detective Team or the Mysterious Man and survive, it will still be recorded as a loss."

"Wait, isn't this rule even more stringent?" Conan frowned. "During this three-game winning streak, there will probably be quite a few people who would choose not to cooperate even if they drew a Detective Team ID card."

"Because they can't confirm whether the opponent is an imitator, as long as they avoid everyone and survive to the end, even if they lose this round, they will still have a chance to advance to the next round. But if they encounter an imitator at the beginning, classes without the ability to protect themselves will definitely die!"

Conan was a little excited. He had seen the low-level people who participated in the Black Jack game. Their madness was definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"It's not that exaggerated. In fact, the Cat God will protect them from death as long as the current camp wins. In other words, if the detective team wins, all the dead detective team members in this round of the game can be resurrected.

Conan showed his half-moon eyes: "Even so, those people would not want to experience death in person."

"You're right, those people are very cowardly. They don't even have this little courage, yet they dare to put themselves at the gambling table?" The bartender spoke.

The priest frowned and asked, "Is this the reason you violently disrupted the experiment of Group 6, Group B?"

"But it's undeniable that this method does work..." The prophet spoke up for the bartender. "It's just another painful experience."

Hattori Heiji, who had never experienced the various events brought about by the Oritis Manor, was now numb: "You people's concept of life and death has been distorted. You have no respect for life at all."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hattori, we have been in the manor for too long. If you watch life disappear and reappear every day like replaceable screws... I think you will become like us." The prophet bowed to Hattori Heiji with some apology.

"The game we are going to participate in will not require us to split into several camps to fight for life and death, right?" Kaito Kidd looked at Blodevi on his shoulder and then at the prophet not far away. He wondered in his heart whether the prophet's ability to communicate with birds could give him some advantage in this game.

"No, you're guests after all. We wouldn't let any of our invited guests get hurt," the photographer said, covering his mouth with his hand. "Besides, this game of yours is exactly what Mr. Fan and I bet on."

"Another trick of playing with people's hearts." Akai Shuichi frowned. "What is your bet?"

"Let's bet on who will win. Only if you win can I get my brother back." Fan Wujiu gritted his teeth as he looked at the photographer who was flipping through an album.

"I'm just offering a reasonable suggestion. After all, only one Supervisor seat is required, and you have two brothers. Losing one shouldn't be a problem, right? Furthermore, my photo can perfectly resolve your shared fate."

"Asshole! There is no such saying at all! What will the three Will brothers do with your statement?" Fan Wujiu tried to raise the umbrella, but put his hand down again under the intimidation of the Shadow of Time and Space.

"That's their own business. I'm just stating my opinion on the bet. You have no choice, right?" The photographer still smiled maliciously.

The Shadow of Time and Space stopped the bickering between the two and asked the Philanthropist to greet the next round of participants.

"Mr. Naib, who will come and join us in the next round?" Conan grabbed the mercenary who was about to leave.

"There should be some people with special abilities coming. After all, we have given you some special abilities that you can use directly in this round of the game. Just now, none of Richard and the others used their unique abilities."

"Damn it, the ability to communicate with birds is so useless. It would be better if it could be replaced with mind reading or something." Kaito Kidd was the first to complain. He had seen Koizumi Akako's magic and immediately felt that the ability given by the prophet was a bit useless.

The prophet looked at Kaito Kidd with a frown on his face, and complained in his heart: If you really were given the ability to predict, do you plan to meet with the druid prophets the next day?

Conan prayed inwardly for a spot on the detective team, while Amuro Toru prayed that the class card he drew would be a good match for Akai Shuichi. Suddenly, Shuichi felt a chill run down his spine.

Hattori Heiji also hopes to get a position in the detective team. He feels that having the right to speak is definitely the key to victory.

"Alas, although you all seem quite motivated, I have to remind everyone here that we have an unexpected visitor." The light and shadow on the face of the Shadow of Time and Space distorted for a moment, and then returned to his usual crazy smile.

The photographer frowned slightly. "I haven't received any notification that there will be other visitors, Miss Ivy. What's going on?"

"The visitor comes from within our manor..." The Shadow of Time and Space smiled. "Clearly, the accident that year has caused you to forget many things, even the Supervisors are no exception. Miss Vera Nel, use those Hydras to restore those forgotten memories for everyone."

The perfumer (Mnemosyne's Dream) walked in from the door of the hall, wearing a dreamy dress that outlined the colors of memory. She gently waved the perfume bottle in her hand, and a light purple fragrance slowly surrounded everyone.

The prophet was the first to react: "So this is the face that has been hidden by the veil in the prophecy..."

The priest chuckled and said, "Oh, is our little lady really coming?"

Conan and his companions were not influenced by Hydra, but Conan, who knew the story behind Oritis, immediately understood who those "visitors" were from the priest's words.