Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 382: The Court and the Visiting “Lamb” (Part 2)

"Ahem, it's Conan. As you can see, my lawyer and I had a small disagreement on this case, and we ended up arguing."

"Haha, you just know how to brag if you don't have any injuries on your face." The lawyer sneered.

"That's because you hit someone where no one can see!" The philanthropist pulled his collar and saw several purple bruises on his chest, which looked like they had just been hit.

Conan showed his crescent eyes: These two people are really members of the Orientis organization. The lawyer was seen after the Black Jack game, and the philanthropist was suspected when he was in Lakeview Village. The relationship between these two people seems to be very bad, how can they work under the same roof?

"Well, anyway, as you can see, Conan, we're colleagues. I'm Kreacher Pearson, the 'philanthropist' from the patrol team, and the guy over there with eyes swollen like ping-pong balls is Freddie Riley, the 'lawyer' from the research team."

"Then, Mr. Pearson has never done anything behind the scenes to make money, right?" Conan had heard Crybaby speak highly of philanthropists before.

"I've never done anything like this before. This time, I was implicated by a certain 'Smiling Ghost'!" The philanthropist said this with a hint of frustration. "Damn Florian, Evelyn, and Marta, they're really something. Can't the four of them keep an eye on him?"

"Wait, could the arson be related to Mr. Florian?" Conan came to his senses. He felt that it was the fire investigator who set fires everywhere, and the philanthropist followed suit and bought those "dangerous buildings" that had caught fire, and then was sued in court for "hostile takeover."

"It seems that it is not unfair for you to be sued in court..." Conan showed half-moon eyes.

"Florian claimed that he was just helping these old houses check for fire hazards. After all, with the local social security system, there's no set frequency for how often fire-fighting facilities should be inspected. The speed of the rescue after the fire was also astonishing. By the time the fire truck arrived, the house was probably just a skeleton left." The lawyer rolled his eyes.

“So why isn’t Florian in court?” the philanthropist muttered.

"If he were actually brought to court and even promoted his 'savior' theory in court, he would be sent to a mental hospital the next second. I believe you still remember the old White Sands Street Lunatic Asylum."

"It was an accident, I had no idea! I never meant to hurt the children!"

"Yes, during the time you were away, Father Duke's staff was filled with talented people. First, Miss Mesmer came here and took away the 'patient' Emil, then the 'sculptor' Miss Galatea was sent in. Although she eventually killed the nurse and escaped, she still stayed here for a while."

"Florian is even more serious. He set fire to an orphanage and was even implicated in a large-scale insurance fraud. Of course, you still haven't forgotten the poor siblings Dolores White and Robbie White. One had her arm crushed and the other had her neck broken. Poor kids, isn't this all because of your negligence?"

"I... I was in prison at that time! Do you think I didn't want to stop these things from happening?" The philanthropist blushed.

"Oh, how could I have almost forgotten about this? Miss Emma Woods, formerly known as Little Lisa, the beloved daughter of our old friend Mr. Leo. Did you send her to your orphanage when Leo was away treating his burns?"

"In the end, it was that damned Lydia Jones who rescued the person. You almost caused Mr. Leo to lose his precious daughter."

The philanthropist said angrily, "Shut up! Freddy Riley, do you think you're a good person? I admit that Lisa and Robbie's suffering is all my fault! What about you? You're the one who caused the suffering! Who caused Leo and Martha to divorce? You're such a shameless guy! "

"I truly loved Martha! I was even willing to give her everything I had! I even made my will in advance, just because I was afraid something might go wrong. In the end, I wasn't pursued for revenge, but Martha died on that doctor's operating table!"

"Damn Charles Messmer! If he weren't dead, I would have thrown him into that damn munitions factory and let him know the pain we went through!"

Conan, watching the incident unfold, never imagined that there were so many hidden secrets between the philanthropist and the lawyer. A quick analysis reveals that the philanthropist's White Sands Street Orphanage is full of talented individuals: Mr. Emil, who clings to Miss Ada; Miss Galatea, who is obsessed with sculpture; Mr. Florian, who has a savior complex; little Robbie, who was still a child; and even Miss Emma, ​​who spent time there.

Wait, he thought he'd just heard something outrageous. Little Robbie's neck... had been broken? Was he still alive? Come to think of it, Robbie never took off his mask in front of them (Crybaby always wore the "Wailing" skin, never revealing his face). He even had a thick scarf around his neck... Was a child this young being used as a test subject?

"Mr. Pearson, was Robbie also resurrected like Brother Mike and the others?" Conan sincerely hoped that the crybaby would live a simple and happy childhood life after his resurrection.

"Hahaha, you're dreaming," the lawyer scoffed. "By the time a certain philanthropist learned the truth and rushed to the asylum, the child's body had already been buried under a juniper tree by the nuns, ordered by Father Duke."

Conan's heart skipped a beat. "But, I think Xiao Luobi seems like a normal kid. Does he know about the experiments you've done?"

The philanthropist's expression was very lonely. "He knew Robbie was a very good child. After knowing his future fate, he didn't cry or blame me for not saving Dolores. He just...he just sat quietly under the juniper tree, singing the ballad his sister taught him all night, and then asked me like an ordinary child."

"'Uncle Kreacher, since my sister has gone to heaven, let's plant sunflowers together. When the sun rises and the sunflowers look up, my sister will be able to see them. The sunflowers are my smile~'"

"I covered Robbie's face not because he had any scars on it, but because I couldn't find his head... I pushed down the juniper tree and searched every inch of the mud, but I couldn't find it..."

The lawyer sighed. "Resurrection technology wasn't mature back then. So-called 'resurrection' was nothing more than piecing the body parts together and forcibly activating the nervous system with special chemicals and electrical currents. The incomplete body meant that this last method wouldn't work either."

"So I went to ask Miss Ann for help, hoping she could give me some advice. In the end, Robbie did come back to life, but he had no head. He would definitely scare other children when he went out, but he wanted to play with other children, so I could only give him such a disguise." After the philanthropist finished speaking, he sat on the sofa as if relieved.