Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 139 Azoth's Theorem Proof (Part 7)

At this time, Toru Amuro, who came out of the secret passage, finally arrived at the hall. The scene in front of him surprised him: a man made of ore, a lizard man covered with crystals, and Helios who was refining the philosopher's stone.

Of course, Toru Amuro also noticed Conan hiding behind the old guard. With his quick mind, he easily understood the situation: the Oletus Organization was trying to refine the Philosopher's Stone, Helios was the executor, and Miss Helena was the victim of a deception. These two strange-looking people were most likely the result of human experiments conducted by the Oletus Organization.

Taking a look at the two inhuman monsters, Amuro Toru felt that even if five of him attacked them together, they wouldn't necessarily be their match. He immediately remembered what the mercenary had said to him before: intelligence workers should act within their capabilities and not risk their own lives.

Toru Amuro shouted in his heart: Who would encounter such an outrageous situation when investigating intelligence!

If the mercenary could hear it, he would definitely tell him the solution: double-bomb flywheel, don't rescue Baoping.

Conan was also racking his brains for a way to stop the Night Watch. He had never seen true alchemy, but it seemed like the only way to stop the Night Watch was to try it. From a scientific perspective, the Philosopher's Stone was a special medicine that could cure all ailments...

"Wait, disease?" Conan suddenly realized something. "Director Arya seems to have sent a dose of medicine to her husband. Could it be..."

Conan had no choice but to try his luck and trick the Night Watchman: "Please wait a moment, Sister Helena can't help you refine the Philosopher's Stone!"

The Night Watchman was a little impatient. "What are you talking about? Director Arya originally sent the nearly perfect semi-finished Philosopher's Stone to them. Now the blood of alchemy flows in Miss Helena. Mr. Adams has long passed away. Now she is the only one who can complete this masterpiece."

Amuro Toru also recalled the contents of the letters and offered his advice, "Director Arya did send the so-called medicine to her husband, but given Mr. Adams's love for his daughter, he wouldn't necessarily have given Miss Helena the experimental drug."

Conan added, "Besides, Mr. Adams eventually died of his illness, which proves that the so-called medicine was not a semi-finished product of the Philosopher's Stone at all."

The night watchman was also somewhat confused after hearing this, and his grip on the blind woman slowly relaxed. "Hmph, no matter what you say, the sampling is complete."

The blind girl, who seemed to have lost too much blood, was handed over to Fool Gold by the Night Watchman. Considering that the toxicity of stibnite might affect the blind girl, Fool Gold handed the blind girl to the puppeteer who came over.

The puppeteer pretended to stop the blind girl's bleeding, bandaged her wound, and placed her on a chair nearby.

[Puppeteer: Thank you for your hard work, Helena. Just take a good rest and leave the rest to us.]

[Blind Woman: Thank you, Matthias.]

"Don't worry, she will be fine. I swear in the name of the director of the Azoth Library that this library will belong to Miss Helena from now on." The puppeteer bowed slightly.

Seeing that the blind girl was out of danger, Conan and Amuro Toru both breathed a sigh of relief. The next focus was to see whether the so-called philosopher's stone could really be refined.

The evil lizard smiled nonchalantly: "You library people are having a team building here, and I've been excluded."

The puppeteer shook his head. "Aren't you an 'assistant scholar' now? You can definitely participate."

"Oh, I thought there was a fee for this." The evil lizard glanced at Fool Gold inconspicuously.

Fool's Gold glared at the evil lizard, said nothing, and devoted himself to refining the philosopher's stone.

"Pure fire refines the dark primordial substance; pure water purifies it; pure air guides the noble spirit; pure earth gives birth to the supreme masterpiece..."

The three alchemists gathered around the crucible, anticipating the birth of the Philosopher's Stone. Soon, a dim red crystal appeared at the bottom of the crucible.

Fool's Gold, who specializes in mineral refining, noticed something was wrong: "It's still a semi-finished product. It seems to be lacking the original raw materials."

The Night Watchman could not accept this result: "How is this possible? All the steps are correct!"

Seeing the result of failure, Amuro Toru breathed a sigh of relief. If the Philosopher's Stone really appeared in the world, who knows how much chaos it would cause.

Conan took this opportunity to persuade them: "From ancient times to the present, there is no record of the successful refining of the Philosopher's Stone. You can't be sure whether Maria's notes contain a stunning secret fruit or a trap to trick future generations."

The puppeteer looked at the crystal, thought for a moment, and understood the problem. "If the failure is due to a lack of the original raw material, then it means we have the wrong person. Miss Helena probably didn't take the semi-finished product that Arya sent."

"Or maybe the medicine Arya sent wasn't the semi-finished product at all. She might have hidden it with the finished product!" The Night's Watchman was very angry. "Why can't we find her anywhere?"

After the anger, there was deep disappointment and sorrow. The night watchman, who had once proudly presided over all the ceremonies, let go of his cane, covered his face with his hands, and sat down next to the blind woman: "Are we all losers? Pathetic substitutes, unacknowledged fakes..."

"No," the blind woman, who had been sitting and resting, said slowly. "My family is my most precious treasure. The warmth of home is engraved in my heart."

"Everyone is unique and no one can be replaced."

"Oh, you are worthy of being a famous poet. Even your sarcasm is so poetic." The night watchman smiled self-deprecatingly.

The blind girl shook her head. "That's not sarcasm. You must love your mother very much to be willing to do anything for her. However, extreme actions won't lead to the right results."

The Night Watchman's expression was uncertain, but it was the Evil Lizard who spoke first to comfort him: "Don't be so sad. Experimental failures are common. Why dwell on one failure?"

"Hmph, I didn't fail. I simply chose the wrong ingredients." The Night Watchman regained his initial arrogance and even began to speak stubbornly. "Well, thank you very much for your cooperation. As an apology, you will be the future owner of this library, Miss Helena Adams."

Amuro Toru's eyes were burning. If the library belonged to the blind girl, then he had a reason to come here to do some research. Conan was a little surprised that the Oritis Organization would actually entrust a research site to an outsider.

In addition, Toru Amuro and Conan also noticed that Kogoro Mouri had never appeared. Although they had some suspicions at the beginning, they did not jump to conclusions too early.

Noticing the two's inquiring gazes, Fool Gold grinned and said, "If you two are looking for that famous detective, then I can tell you that it's Kaito Kid in disguise. The real Detective Maori probably hasn't appeared in public today."

Conan couldn't help but smile after getting a positive answer from Fool's Gold: This is the nth time Uncle Kogoro has been ambushed. I'm really impressed.

The puppeteer, who probably knew what Conan was thinking, also complained in his heart: Kogoro Mouri can't even avoid your anesthetic needle, so it's understandable that his account was hacked by Kaito Kid.