Oritis in the world of Detective Conan

Chapter 389 The Death of the Lamb (Part 1)

The strong smell of blood made Conan feel that he could hardly breathe. He looked inside the mansion...

Blood, blood everywhere, flowing down the walls, splattering on the portraits, long since solidified on the ground, and there were bloodstains on the sculptures in the corridor, the handrails of the stairs, and even on the ceiling!

Even Conan, who is used to big scenes, was shocked by such a bloody scene. This is only the entrance hall. What else will there be if you go further in?

Conan watched as the masked forensic officers walked around nearby. They carried a stretcher, but it wasn't a body, but rather fragments that looked like human remains. Organs, bones, and other body parts were piled on the stretcher like a pile of minced meat. Blood soaked through the stretcher, dripping slowly as the forensic officers moved around.

Conan saw the man's eyes, which were still open and not closed.

What was that? What happened at the Melody family mansion?

Is this the work of that Jack? Impossible. Teacher Judy said that he and Melody were out today, so they probably didn't have time to commit the crime.

Could that be the work of a sculptor? No, that's not right. Sculptors prefer mature women and they wouldn't do anything like dismembering a body.

So what exactly is this...?

Conan continued to move forward. The forensic personnel seemed to have not yet searched the second floor. After all, the tragic situation on the first floor alone was unbelievable.

Conan walked up the stairs. The handrails were covered with blood, and traces of blood dripping down could be seen on the steps. Some steps even had some pieces of meat on them.

Conan walked this distance while suppressing his nausea. As soon as he reached the second floor, he felt his foot stepped on something soft. He looked down.

It was a carpet that was soaked with blood. As soon as he stepped on it, the carpet made a "gurgling" sound, and the blood beads that had oxidized into dark red color flowed out a little, and were absorbed back when Conan raised his foot.

Where on earth is this place...?

Conan looked at a room on the second floor. The door of the room was ajar. The light of the setting sun leaked through the gap in the door and sprinkled on the blood-stained floor, presenting a warm orange color.

Conan swallowed and gently pushed the door open.

......

This is not true. The lady was chatting and laughing with them before the trial.

This is impossible. She clearly said she made a lot of preparations.

No...why?

The sight before him made Conan's knees go weak and he almost fell to the ground.

The room has huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the crimson glow of the sunset illuminates every corner of the room.

The room is decorated very warmly, with bright yellow curtains, mahogany bookcases, and a small bed that looks very cozy.

On the desk beside the bed were several books, some paper materials and a cute doll. Opposite the desk was a memory board with some place names marked on it in red pen.

This room looks like the bedroom of a woman who works in an intelligence processing profession.

This was the conclusion Conan came to after taking a quick look around the room.

Of course, what Conan couldn't ignore was the woman lying in the middle of the room, basking in the glow of the sunset.

There were five almost parallel bloodstains on her chest. The blood had long since dried and solidified on her professional attire. Her well-groomed blonde hair was now disheveled, and her blue headband was also stained with blood and scattered to the side. Beneath her was a pool of blood that had long since solidified, with her camera placed on top.

Her eyes were covered by two gold coins, as if someone had mourned for her; one of her gloves was still on her hand, but the other was missing, revealing the mark of "Don't Look Back" on it; the gloved hand was placed at her side, as if covering something.

Conan approached carefully and took the photo from her hand without moving the body.

There were also some blood stains on the photo, but Conan recognized it at a glance.

In the photo, a little boy in a blue suit and a red bow tie is standing with his hands on his hips, smiling at the camera. In the lower left corner of the photo, there is a sign in beautiful handwriting: "Remember: The little Homles".

Conan took several deep breaths before letting out the breath that was pent up in his heart.

"Ms. Lamb…why?"

While Conan was still immersed in grief, Officer Takagi walked in: "Conan, you're here! Ah! Is there another victim here? Are there any signs of life?"

"No, she has... gone to the underworld."

Eurydice fell into the underworld forever. Is this her fate?

Conan stared blankly at the forensic police officer who came over, first took photos of the room to collect evidence, then took away the gold coins on the reporter's eyes and the camera beside him as evidence, and the reporter's body was carried onto a stretcher and covered with a white cloth.

When the stretcher was lifted, one of the reporter's arms fell down and swung before Conan's eyes. That arm was the one with the "Don't Look Back" mark.

Things can't end like this...Conan thought.

The Melodi family must be involved in this matter...

And Uncle Norton, why did he come here alone?

There are so many questions...

Conan just felt his head buzzing.

"Conan, are you okay?" Officer Takagi saw that Conan seemed to be in a bad condition and came over to ask with concern.

"Officer Takagi, has the owner of the Melody family mansion been contacted now?"

"We've already informed Mr. Melody by phone, but there was originally a lady at the mansion."

"What? Who?"

"She must be a perfumer named Vera Nell. She specializes in cosmetics for the Melody family. When we were called, she was sitting on the ground, screaming."

At this time, Conan finally remembered that there was a permanent member in the Melody family, that is the perfumer whom he had not met face to face several times.

"Where is she now? I have some questions for her."

"She is now considered a suspect, and Officer Sato should be accompanying her. Oh, by the way, her emotions are not very stable, so don't stimulate her!" Officer Takagi stretched out his hand and watched Conan hurriedly run out of the room.

The perfumer was standing trembling next to Officer Sato, repeating over and over again: "It's not me, it's really not me, I didn't take anything..."

Conan ran up to the two of them, startling Officer Sato: "Conan? Why are you here? This lady's mood is a little unstable now, you..."

Conan couldn't care less at this point. He had to get some clues from the perfumer: "Ms. Neil, who killed Ms. Lamb? You were at the scene, right?"

"I didn't take that film...it really wasn't me..." The perfumer read the message and replied.

Conan gritted his teeth and decided to add some shocking information: "Ms. Chloe, do you really know nothing?"

Sure enough, after hearing the name Chloe, the perfumer's somewhat dazed mental state recovered a little.

"Ah, yes, I'm Chloe." The perfumer said blankly, then looked back at Conan. "You... saw her, that innocent lamb."

"Hahaha, no wonder Fiona took Eli away so early. Did she realize a long time ago that we are all 'sheep to be slaughtered'?"