Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 115: Eastern and Western Detectives' Reasoning Showdown (Part )

Conan grabbed the antique dealer's clothes and said, "Um, Mr. Qi Shiyi, Brother Shinichi asked me to ask you to help make something."

Xie Bian smiled and bent down: "What is it?"

"It's a magical dish that can tell if someone is from Kansai after drinking it."

Conan whispered a few words in Xie Bian's ear, and Xie Bian immediately understood what he meant: "I'll arrange it, please wait a moment."

After a while, several bowls of soup were served. The three suspects were a little confused.

"This is just an ordinary soup no matter how you look at it."

"Do you really want us to drink this?"

"If just tasting this could reveal who the murderer is, I would definitely drink it."

"You have to drink the whole bowl in one go," Conan added. "By the way, I've prepared a bowl for each of you."

The waiter distributed the soup on the tray to everyone.

[Antique Dealer: Did you add anything to the soup?]

[Soul of the Umbrella (White): A lot of salt.]

[Antique dealer: Aren’t you afraid of choking them to death?]

"Brother Heiji, try drinking some too."

Hattori Heiji didn't care: "What on earth is he thinking? How can he find out who the murderer is just by looking at a bowl of soup?"

After that, the group drank the soup, but their reactions varied. Hattori Heiji, Kazuha, and Amakasu Toru all thought the soup was spicy, while the others thought it was too salty.

Because people in Kanto and Kansai have different opinions on salty and spicy foods, Amakasu Toru, who has the same reaction as Hattori Heiji and others, is from Kansai.

Amakasu Toru tried to argue, "I used the wrong adjective just now. I meant to say it was too salty. And I've always spoken with a Tokyo accent."

"People in Tokyo don't really speak in a Tokyo accent. It's usually only people from Kansai who speak that way."

"I see. It's a dialect issue. Just like in our area, the accent that most people speak is called Mandarin, and the accents in other places are called dialects. But people in areas that speak Mandarin won't say that they speak Mandarin." The antique dealer discovered a loophole in Amakasu Toru's words.

"Yes, and Amakasu-san looks like a Kansai native in every way."

Conan also pointed out that although Amakasu Toru was right-handed, he smoked with his left hand because his right hand was stained with poison.

Moreover, Conan deliberately spoke in an extremely unstandard Kansai accent in front of Amakasu Toru, which made Hattori Heiji next to him a little unbearable.

Finally, Amakasu Toru couldn't stand it anymore and stood up and grabbed Conan's collar: "Stop talking nonsense. Why are you suddenly speaking in such a weird Kansai accent? What do you want?"

This directly exposed the fact that he was from Kansai. Conan then pointed out that the wet towel he used to wipe off the poison should still be hidden on his body. This was now irrefutable evidence.

Conan even said proudly in front of Hattori Heiji: "This is the reasoning that Shinichi brother told me on the phone."

Furious, Gan Kasu Heng flipped the table, pulled out a knife, and tried to resist. He rushed directly towards Xie Bian, who was closest to him.

Conan was immediately horrified: "Mr. Xie, be careful!"

Before Conan could finish his words, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Xie Bian and knocked Amakasu Heng to the ground with one punch.

When the man stopped, Conan saw him clearly: his face was almost identical to Xie Bian's, and his clothes were the same style, only gray-black. His hair was white, fading to a light red at the ends. He had just knocked Amakasu Heng down with only one hand, and the other hand was behind his back, holding an ancient umbrella.

"How come something happened in the store not long after I left?" Fan Wujiu walked to Xie Bian and looked carefully to see if his brother was hurt.

Xie Bian smiled and said, "I'm fine. You got back just in time. Is your work going well?"

Fan Wujiu curled his lips and said, "The partner is quite insincere. The contract has been cancelled."

Conan listened carefully to the conversation between the two, while Hattori Heiji went forward to check on the condition of Amakasu Toru. Amakasu Toru was foaming at the mouth and fell to the ground. It looked like several of his ribs were broken, which was really miserable.

Shiliang was amazed at Fan Wujiu's skills: "Wow, that's amazing, is that kung fu?"

"It's just a simple self-defense martial art." The antique dealer silently called the waiter to clean up the overturned tables and chairs.

Conan showed his half-moon eyes: Teacher Qi Shiyi's kung fu is definitely not just as simple as self-defense martial arts. She used that mechanical flute to directly blow up the sprinkler before.

After the murderer was taken away by the police, Cameron came over with Judy, and the Umbrella Brothers nodded to them.

Conan was originally arguing with Hattori Heiji about the outcome of the East-West duel, but when he saw Judy had also arrived, he made up an excuse to follow the two of them. The group came to a relatively hidden box at the back of Fumanlou.

There were already quite a few people waiting for them in the box.

The fire investigator stuffed his mouth with hash browns while warning the knight sitting next to him: "Don't flip the table this time."

The night watchman sat at his seat, eating from the cauldron of stew in front of him. He glanced up at the knight when he heard the fire investigator's words. The gravekeeper beside him stabbed his favorite bacon and eggs with a fork. Ms. Farrow and the airman sat together, enjoying tea, and the antique dealer joined them.

The psychologist and the patient were showing their affection, causing the puppeteer next to them to turn their back and not look at them.

"You're finally here." The first mate divided the orange juice in front of him into three cups and handed them to the three brothers Po Lun.

Judy and Cameron took Conan to their seats.

"Welcome, two FBI investigators, and our dear little detective." Xie Bian greeted the three of them with a smile.

Judy was a little annoyed: "If you invite us over for a tea party, we are not interested."

"I believe our previous transaction left a bad impression on both parties, and I would like to express my sincere apologies."

"But for now, I think we all have a common goal, the Black Organization."

Conan interrupted Xie Bian and said, "It seems that regardless of which faction you belong to, the people of Oritis have always been obsessed with the Black Organization's rejuvenation drug. Is this conversation based on that?"

"What we seek isn't simply rejuvenation or immortality. DM is no different in this regard, but the means he and I use to achieve our goals are different. Our target is still the Black Organization, and that won't change."

"No matter how you view us, we will provide assistance to the best of our ability. I hope you will also be wary of the temptations of the DM's faction."

"Well, first, let me provide some information about the Black Organization's 'Bourbon'. He's currently active in the Beika-cho area, disguised as a detective."

Although the atmosphere of the conversation between Oletus and the FBI was somewhat unpleasant, Judy still realized that Oletus was currently in a serious internal struggle, which made them humble themselves and show some sincerity to the FBI.

"So this is still a deal?"

"It's just our faction's deal with the FBI. It has nothing to do with DM and the others."

"Little Detective." Xie Bian suddenly called out to Conan who was secretly taking notes.

"You're quite good at annoying the DM. I hope you keep up the good work."