Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 168: The Dark Mysterious Train (Part 6)

Subaru Okiya closed the door and asked the two members of Oritis, "So, that potion turned your bodies into this... combined with machines?"

The first mate (a pirate radio operator) wears sunglasses, his ears are audio receivers, his neck is covered in sockets, his chest is loaded with vinyl records and amplification equipment, and on his exposed arm is a volume control switch. His bright purple and gold outfit perfectly reflects the prosperity of the metropolis.

The sorcerer (gossip) has cameras with cold light installed in his eyes, his ears are electrified lie detector needles, there is a recording tape behind his back, and he is wearing a smart spy outfit.

The first mate shrugged. "Actually, this symptom is quite normal. At least the brain is still original."

The sorcerer mercilessly criticized the first mate's behavior: "So they say newcomers rely on talent, and veterans rely on mutation. Did you know that your behavior has spread throughout the patrol team? By the time it reached me, it was like you were being sliced ​​and studied by Nightmare."

The first mate took off his sunglasses, his eyes widening with anger: "Who spread rumors about me?"

"It was Magic, that well-informed guy." The sorcerer sighed. "The key is that Cowboy also heard the rumor. He thought you were dead and cried so hard. He finally asked me and the forward to come and see what was going on."

"The result is that you guys dragged us aboard." The sorcerer glanced down at his watch. "It seems the vanguard was spotted by someone on the train. That's terrible."

"Don't say that, Patricia. After all, we are old partners." The first mate smiled.

The sorcerer glared at the first mate angrily: "You almost died at my hands."

The first mate acted nonchalant: "I just managed to survive."

"As expected, everyone in your action team is more unlucky than the other."

Looking at the bickering sorcerer and the first mate, Subaru Okiya and Yukiko felt a little embarrassed as they couldn't get a word in.

Subaru Okiya finally spoke up, interrupting the conversation between the two: "So, you came to this train to help, right?"

"I guess so, but it also serves the purpose of testing whether the medicine is stable this time."

Subaru Okiya frowned. "I heard you say before that your potion has been updated to the seventh generation?"

The sorcerer nodded. "Yes, but not every generation of the COA series of potions can perfectly meet expectations. The second generation was too weak, and the third generation was too strong. By the fourth generation, Nightmare simply threw the project to the two great gods in the manor for entertainment."

The first mate nodded. "Remember Naib? He was a COA-II test subject. His mobility and recovery abilities are much higher than those of ordinary people. Of course, he also has some minor drawbacks..."

Subaru Okiya immediately recalled the mercenary's behavior of eating a lot: "So he gets hungry easily?"

The sorcerer shook his head. "I feel like that's a pre-existing problem. The real downside is probably the mental impact. While his mental state is relatively stable, he still needs regular counseling."

"Is he the only one who has this kind of sequelae?"

"In fact, everyone's symptoms are different. For Naib, we speculate that this drug will cause him to have flashbacks of painful past experiences from time to time, which is what we often call the sequelae of war."

Yukiko couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Post-war syndrome, or PTSD, this kind of disease can be a lifelong torture for a person, and you're using it for experiments?"

The sorcerer closed his eyes. "Don't think we're good people, Ms. Yukiko. But we do follow certain principles. The other group is even more deviant than us. If you think Naib's situation is serious, you might be shocked by the various behaviors of our patrol team members."

The first mate was already counting on his fingers. "Well, I feel like there's so much absurdity in your patrol team. I can't even count them on two hands. There's people who play with explosives, set fires, people with distorted values—you name it."

Yukiko: ...I'm increasingly concerned about the mental health of the members of your Orientis Organization.

Subaru Okiya rubbed his brows and said, "So no members of your other faction got on the train this time."

"No, we are acting in private this time, and even Soul of the Umbrella doesn't know about this." The first mate was still cheerful.

The sorcerer was somewhat helpless. "Truth will come to light sooner or later. Once the news of this operation leaks out, how are you going to explain it to the two brothers? Are you going to tell them that you're going to the Black Organization to exchange it for the new trendy records?"

"Oh, I haven't thought of an excuse yet. How about we put the action aside for a while and listen to some classical music?" The first mate pressed the pointer on the vinyl record on his chest and started playing soothing music.

The sorcerer smiled coldly: "Oh, it's too late."

Then, under the first mate's horrified gaze, the sorcerer took out his phone, which had been on a call, and switched it to speaker mode. Xie Bian's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Baden, I remember you should be in the base helping Fool's Gold adjust the stability of the potion, right? How did you suddenly get on the train?"

First Mate: "Patricia, you betrayed me!"

The sorcerer had a gloating expression on his face.

"Okay, let's talk about your business when we get back." Xie Bian's voice continued. "Mr. Okiya and Ms. Yukiko, I think we can talk about the Black Organization first. You two should already know that Vermouth and Bourbon are on this train."

"It seems you are well-informed."

"The postman, the prisoner, and the striker are all collecting information on the train. It's not difficult to find out." The sorcerer fiddled with the needle of his lie detector.

"We will try our best to cooperate with your actions, right, Jose?" Xie Bian's voice was filled with a smile.

The first mate sat in his seat with a sour face and muttered, "That's what was decided."

[Prisoner: Are you guys playing Mission: Impossible?]

[Cowboy: That sounds pretty interesting.]

[Bartender: Haha.]

[Forward: I'll be joining you guys soon.]

[Postman: You have to be careful not to be seen by others, especially Amuro Toru, who is heading towards car number 8 now.]

At this time, in car number 8, Sera looked at the conductor in disbelief. "What? You're not even planning to stop before Nagoya? Didn't I just tell you to stop at a nearby station?"

The conductor was somewhat helpless: "Because the owner of this train, Advisor Jiro Suzuki, just gave an order and reprimanded that the murderer must be brought to justice on the train, and he is already waiting in Nagoya."

Conan showed his half-moon eyes directly: How much power does that old man have...

The reporter wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Advisor Suzuki really has a unique personality."

Maori Kogoro arrived late: "Well, don't worry, before the train arrives in Nagoya, I, Maori Pororo, will reveal the truth about the Suzuki Express train murder case in a grand manner!"

The conductor seemed to be a fan of Maori Kogoro: "Then I'll leave it to you, Detective Maori."

After hearing this boast, Kogoro Mouri stuck out his tongue and laughed, leaving the reporters, novelists, Sera and Conan present speechless.