Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 268: Xiao Golang in the Bar (Part 5)

Speaking of photography, Conan thought of Desi Melodi, a member of the Oritis organization code-named "Photographer". This rather bad guy seemed to be obsessed with photography and even used his own photos in advertisements for his own products.

However, Conan noticed that the photos taken by the Melodi family seemed to be taken with old cameras, and there seemed to be no photos taken with digital cameras.

"Hey, is your Melodi family so retro? You don't even want to use a digital camera when taking pictures?" Conan asked Jack beside him.

"Hmph, little detective, you leave me aside when you have no information you want to ask, and only come over when you have questions to ask me. Do you think I know everything?" Jack supported his chin with his hand in dissatisfaction.

"Hmm..." Conan was speechless for a moment. He really couldn't find a suitable way to get Jack to speak.

"Ah, it's all right if you want to know."

Jack, contrary to his usual behavior, took the initiative to bring up this matter with Conan, which surprised Conan a little.

"You don't have any conspiracy, do you?"

"I just wonder why the prophets and priests would make such a choice. These clergymen rely on their own faith and always get some unexpected information."

Jack tapped the table lightly with his fingers and continued, "That day, the Prophet came to me and asked me when I started working for the Melody family. To be honest, I can't remember the exact time, but it must have been many years ago."

"Then he went to ask the priestess. The priestess had been employed when the old patriarch was still alive, so she should know a lot."

"Later, I heard their conversation, in which they talked about 'the miracle that transcends life and death has continued for a hundred years'. At first, I thought it was part of their prayer, but now I think about it..."

"You don't mean to say that all the top leaders of the Oritis organization, including Melodi, are old monsters who have transcended life and death and lived for hundreds of years!" Conan said this based on his previous speculation.

"I don't know, and I don't care. Mr. Melody will always use that old camera to take pictures, just like the Umbrella Brothers will always carry their black umbrellas."

Conan was stunned for a moment. After all, this idea of ​​living over a hundred years wasn't new to him. Didn't Miss Michiko, codenamed Red Butterfly, possess memories from a hundred years ago? However, Miss Michiko had no memories of the intervening period, and she herself claimed that she was awakened by the manor in the present era.

So, it is reasonable to speculate that the Oritis Manor has been managed by someone for a hundred years. Those senior executives probably relied on memory retention technology, coupled with various artificial human technologies, to achieve immortality?

So, the conflict between the Oletus Organization and the Black Organization is that the Oletus Organization wants to steal the Black Organization's so-called "resurrection of the dead" potion? So that they can overcome true death and achieve immortality?

"Little detective, what are you thinking about?" Jack put his big hand on Conan's head again.

However, Conan didn't have the time to listen to Jack's jokes at this time. He was just thinking seriously about everything about the Oritis organization.

Inspector Megure looked at the ice bucket on the table and asked, "Who makes the ice cubes for the drinks?"

Mika Kishura said that she was the one who chiseled the wound, so Inspector Megure took the ice pick to the Forensic Department for investigation, because ice picks, like darts, are sharp cones and are very similar to the murder weapons used.

After a while, Officer Takagi brought back the report from the forensic department, which said that there were no traces of poison on the ice picks and darts, and there was not even any blood reaction.

"Really? There's no evidence at all. Isn't that the same as the pickpocket case?" Inspector Megure covered his head helplessly.

Officer Takagi then took the opportunity to ask Inspector Megure whether he had told Judy the inside story of the pickpocket case, and Conan took the opportunity to ask about it.

Just when Officer Takagi was about to tell Conan about this, Inspector Megure stopped him: "Okay Takagi, let's search the store again."

While the police were searching, Jack leaned closer to Conan again: "What are you thinking about?"

Conan recalled the information the night watchman had told him after the flower viewing that day. The couple was most likely Toru Amuro and Vermouth in disguise, but what was their purpose in approaching Judy in disguise? Clearly, in the eyes of the Black Organization, Akai Shuichi was already dead.

Conan put his mind back on solving the case and began to look around, and discovered a cylindrical device on the ceiling of the bar.

"Sister Yuxi, what is that hanging from the ceiling? It doesn't look like a fire-fighting device." Conan asked Miss Yuxi.

"That's what's left of the hair root. It was fixed to the ceiling with thumbtacks. When I tried to remove it, I pulled too hard and it broke."

"Because last week, a guest booked this place for a party. Since the ceiling was dark so it wasn't very noticeable, I just left it there. I didn't expect you to see it."

Conan smiled sheepishly: "Because I need to look up when I talk to adults."

"I see. But don't let your eyes get so focused on the top that you lose sight of the bottom."

"Eh?"

"Look, there's a piece of chewing gum stuck to the sole of Detective Maori's shoe. I remember it wasn't there when he was next to the victim. Where did he step on it?"

Conan watched this scene and quickly reminded: "Uncle, don't move, you seem to have stepped on an evidence!"

Inspector Megure immediately walked over to Kogoro Maori: "Really? Takagi, go get it."

Officer Takagi removed the piece of gum stuck to Maori Kogoro's feet and said, "What? This doesn't look like chewing gum. Isn't this clay? There seems to be some shape printed on it."

"Eh?"

"It's the four upside-down capital letters 'EPDH' with a raised circle on top."

"'EPDH' turned backwards is 'HDPE', high-density polyethylene? It seems like something that is added to some plastics." Jack said on the side.

"Isn't that synthetic resin?" Conan thought. "Plus the round bump on top, it means there's a hole where it fits tightly against the clay."

"Ah, it's so boring. You know, I should have gotten off work by now and be taking a bath in my bathtub at home." Miss Youxi complained.

After this reminder, Conan immediately understood the murderer's modus operandi.

Thinking of this, Conan was ready to let Kogoro Mouri play a duet, but then he thought again, Jack was still here, so he had to find a way to prevent him from causing trouble first.

Jack had already noticed the watch Conan had taken out: "Okay, if you want to solve the case, solve it quickly. I have no interest in sharing a room with such a boring and unartistic murderer."

After hearing what Jack said, Conan broke out in a sweat. It seemed that he was disgusted by the murderer's method of committing crimes because it was not artistic enough. However, if the crime was really committed according to Jack's art, some horrible rumors would immediately spread in this bar.