I'm writing a fictional immortality script in Detective Conan.

Buzzing~

Listening to the vibration of the electric shaver beside him, Haruya Kuromon raised the telephoto lens in his hand and wiped it against the light.

"Dad, it's really unseemly to shave in the Shinkansen carriage!" Ran Mouri sat opposite him, looking helplessly at Kogoro Mouri who was shaving.

Kogoro Mouri turned his head away, righteously and sternly arguing, "Oh dear, I'm going to someone's wedding later! And you begged me to take you out, and now that you've agreed, you're starting to criticize your old man."

"He can at least help with taking photos and videos, but this brat only knows how to cause trouble!"

After the serial killings on Valentine's Day, although Kuromon Haruya was not in mortal danger because she had eaten the antidote cake, everyone else present was still somewhat frightened.

They invited the people there, and the poisoning was caused by them. If Kuromon Haruya hadn't drunk those extra cups of coffee, a fragile child like Conan might have suffered internal organ damage even with the antidote.

Moreover, in the past few days, Kuromon Haruya has occasionally brought over "extra practice dishes," which has greatly improved the quality of the Mori family's meals while easing Ran's burden.

Whatever the reason, the Mori family was happy to take care of the lonely young man.

"Conan gets lonely when he's home alone!"

Seeing Kogoro Mouri looking tired, Yoruichi Kuromon got up and looked for a flight attendant.

"I'll ask the flight attendant what time we can see Mount Fuji, so I won't miss the beautiful view if I want to rest during the trip."

After the dark night of the Black Gate had faded into the distance, Uncle Mori said to Ran Mori with a meaningful look, "Ran, you should observe more in the future. This is what it means to be a grown-up. You should choose a boyfriend who can take care of you. Let those hotheaded young men go with the wind!"

Conan, who was standing nearby, was very dissatisfied: Does this unreliable old man have the right to talk about others? Besides, I also have my own way of protecting Ran.

Something's not right. Could Uncle Mori have taken a liking to Kuromon?!

"Oh dear, but Brother Kuromon is already 26 years old, which is 9 years older than Sister Ran! He could be Sister Ran's uncle."

"Oh Conan, that's not what Dad meant."

Seeing that Kogoro Mouri's iron fist was about to land, Conan realized that he had gone a bit too far, so he quickly jumped off his seat and ran away.

"I'm going to the restroom—"

When he opened the door connecting the carriages, he immediately saw the two men in black who had poisoned him at the amusement park, and standing opposite them, chatting happily, was none other than Kuromon Haruya!

Ha, who told you your death aura to affect my favorite cameraman? Today I'll give you a good scare, Shinichi Kudo!

Inside the connecting carriage, Yoru Kuromon heard the sound of the door hinges rolling behind him and let out a cold laugh.

Although he had forgotten the details of some routine cases, as long as it was related to the organization, he, Yoruichi Kuromon, remembered every single detail clearly!

"It's such a coincidence to meet you here, Mr. Kurosawa. If you need, I can mail you the Asuka Collection that I filmed in Kyoto."

Kuromon Haruya smiled and squinted at Vodka, who was staring in disbelief.

"Ah."

After the agreement was reached, Gin remained the same as always, walking past with an aloof air in a stylish black coat.

They naturally noticed Conan standing outside the door observing, but simply regarded him as a frightened child.

Vodka, as usual, cleared a path for his older brother: "Get out of the way, a good dog doesn't block the way!"

Conan, who had been dispersed, quickly retreated to the side. Before he could recover from the relief of not being recognized, he instinctively turned around and gave chase.

"Conan, what are you doing here?"

Haruya Kuromon grabbed Conan, who was tiptoeing around, and looked him up and down curiously.

That's it! A flash of inspiration struck Conan.

On the day he was attacked, Brother Heimen said he "coincidentally" found him unconscious while passing by. But what if there were three men in black present at the scene that day, not just two?!

After the transaction was completed, the third person who stayed behind to clean up the mess accidentally discovered a change in the drug's effects, with the victim turning into a child. He then decided to follow and observe the victim.

Meanwhile, to prevent the victim from calling the police on his own, this person stopped him from seeking help by saying that it would "affect those around him," and used his trust to integrate into his social circle.

This person is—

Conan tried to move his stiff body, attempting to meet the scrutinizing gaze cast by those inorganic eyes.

"Haha, I was just looking for you, Brother Heimen." He turned his head and grinned foolishly, trying to get away with his usual cuteness.

"Really? I thought you noticed something about those two." Kuromon Haruya deliberately lowered his tone, then glanced suggestively at the Mori father and daughter.

Is this person using Ran and Uncle Mori to threaten me? That's despicable.

"I heard we'll be passing by Mount Fuji soon, so don't miss it!"

Seemingly oblivious to Conan's nervousness, Haruya Kuromon finally smiled, ruffled Conan's hair, and returned to his seat to continue wiping the camera lens.

Just enjoy the fun of deduction, Shinichi Kudo! ^_^

Conan, who had been handled lightly by Gao, dared not go back. Taking advantage of the moment when the two went to the dining car, he used chewing gum to stick a listening device under their seats.

Because of the gaps, the listening device wasn't perfect, but it was enough for Conan to gather information.

"Brother Gin, who was that person just now?"

When Conan heard the name Gin, the first thing he thought of was the conversation between the Italian bandit gang. If he remembered correctly, the main character in that conversation was also codenamed Gin!

Could it be that Gin is not a code name for an individual, but rather a code name for a functional group?

Gin: "Vodka, don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

Vodka: "Okay, okay. So, brother, why is it that you get a 400 million reward just for delivering a briefcase?"

Four hundred million!

Gin: "It's intelligence related to money. If we get our hands on it, the reward will be more than 400 million. But unfortunately, that guy is no longer of any use to the organization..."

"Her ultimate fate was only one: to be buried with the entire train, turned to ashes by the bomb in her briefcase."

The chilling killing intent almost slashed his throat through the earpiece, and in shock, Conan blurted out.

"ash!!!"

In a perilous situation, he had a sudden inspiration and excitedly shouted out the window, "Big Grey, I see Big Grey!"

Ran Mouri covered her mouth and laughed: "Conan, that thing is pronounced 'airplane'."

"Sister Xiaolan, I saw a big airplane!"

Thanks to a pun, Detective Conan barely managed to get through this crisis.

But clearly, one person did not readily believe such an excuse.

Haruya Kuromon leaned close to Conan's ear and whispered, "Hey Shinichi, what are you referring to ashes?"

"You might fool them, but don't try to fool me."

You fooled them (my companions), but don't try to fool me.

Looking at Conan's pale face, Kuromon Haruya wondered if he had underestimated the detective's ability to fill in the blanks, otherwise how could he have scared someone like this out of thin air?

"Brother Heimen, I've remembered a puzzle from a mystery website I browsed before! Damn it, I guessed it wrong."

Conan tries to recall how he felt when he lost the deduction competition to his father and puts himself in that situation.

"Nagoya has arrived! Nagoya has arrived! Passengers who wish to disembark..." As the train's arrival announcement rang out, Gin and Vodka, who were in the distance, got up and walked to the exit, intending to get off the train.

Across from Conan, Haruya Kuromon was getting up with a playful smile, seemingly wanting to leave with his companions as well.

"Brother Kuromon, where are you going?" Conan pretended to be casual and curiously tugged at the hem of Kuromon Haruya's clothes.

Haruya Kuromon took out her camera and showed it off: "I'm going to take pictures of the scene inside Nagoya Station."

"Brother, you can take pictures here. If you miss the prompt, you might not make it to the bus in time!" Conan ignored the excuses and still clung tightly to his coat.

“Hmm… alright then.” Kuromon Haruya pondered for a moment, then obediently sat back down in his original spot until the train left Nagoya Station.

Haruya Kuromon's reaction was not within Conan's expectations.

What's going on? If he knew there was a bomb on this train, he should have tried to get off.

Was it a satellite bomb? But the man said the entire train would be buried with it…

A gentle pat came from behind. Conan turned around and saw the man staring at him.

Kuromon Haruya raised his hand and flicked her forehead.

"Shinichi, I don't know what you're deduce, but something very important must have happened, right? And for some reason, you can't let me know about it, right?"

For a fleeting moment, Conan caught a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, but before he could explain, Haruya Kuromon added more.

"I'll rest by the window until we get off in Kyoto. Go ahead and explore and deduce freely; I trust you."

Then he summoned Ran Mouri under the pretext that "Conan has discovered a major clue and needs Ran's help," while he himself leaned against the window alone and closed his eyes to rest.

Seeing Kuromon Haruya's lonely figure, a pang of guilt welled up inside Conan. If he had truly wronged Kuromon, he would definitely apologize and explain himself!

While Conan was having a disagreement, the melancholy-looking man by the car window quietly pressed the send button on his cell phone in his pocket.

Gin, who was far away at Nagoya Station, received a reply.

[Excellent, let's sign this rising star to a long-term contract and provide him with support.]

From Mr. ■■]

The man had just taken a liking to a cameraman, and if he were to blow him up shortly afterward, even if it wasn't considered treason, the man would still consider him a rebel.

As for the box of explosives, just discard it; the organization has no shortage of explosives anyway.

Gin took out his phone and issued the instruction to change the mission.

[To Cohen, Chianti]

[Stand by near Kyoto Station to eliminate the target]

After about several tens of minutes, Conan was picked up by the collar and shoved back into his seat by Ran Mouri, who was carrying him like a chick.

"That Conan kid is really something, lying about a bomb on the train and rummaging through other people's bags."

It's rare to see the usually mild-mannered Ran Mouri so enraged; it seems Conan has indeed conducted an intensive investigation.

Yoruichi Kuromon picked up a can of iced cola and held it to Ran Mouri's cheek, tapping on the car window with his right hand as he began to subtly hint at something.

"Miss Ran, Conan has always been very smart. His mind is no less than that of an adult. He might have really discovered something again."

"Conan must trust you to ask you for help."

Ran Mouri took the iced cola that stirred up memories, calming herself down: "Is that so..."

So, when they were little, Shinichi was always misunderstood by adults as being a troublemaker because of his age. At that time, the only people who truly believed in Shinichi, besides Uncle Yusaku and Aunt Yukiko, were his childhood friend.

Conan and Shinichi from that time really look alike...

"Okay, I'll trust you one more time, Conan. If you cause any more trouble, I won't take you out anymore!"

However, Conan interpreted Kuromon Haruya's words as having a different meaning: Conan sought your help because he trusted you (not me), but I still ask you to trust him.

At this moment, there were only six minutes left until 3:10, the time the bomb was scheduled to be detonated!

"I'm sorry, Brother Heimen and Xiaolan." Faced with the lives of everyone on the bus, revealing my identity was the least of my worries. "Xiaolan, actually, my real identity is..."

"What—the sea is already gone?" The child in the opposite seat suddenly cried out in disappointment.

Conan stood there stunned for a moment, as if he had received some kind of hint.

"Dear passengers, welcome aboard the Shinkansen..." The train's announcement triggered the detective's trigger, and the silver bullet flew towards the criminal's bullseye.

"Conan, wait a minute, don't run around!" Ran called out a few times, but couldn't stop him. "So what exactly is Conan trying to say? He looks so serious."

boom--

The shockwave from the bomb explosion caused the entire moving train to vibrate violently. Haruya Kuromon raised her camera and recorded the daytime fireworks display.

When he looked down at his watch, it was exactly 3:11.

"Conan!" Ran Mouri immediately realized something and got up to chase after Conan.

As the secret inside the briefcase is revealed, the woman who made the deal with the organization confesses everything that happened after Conan persuades her.

However, the Shinkansen was also suspended as a result, and the wedding invitations and trip to Kyoto were delayed and ruined due to the written record.

"Alright, escort the prisoner back to the police station, that's it!"

The officers in charge of the investigation, supporting the handcuffed suspect, were preparing to lead the team back home.

Conan walked up to Haruya Kuromon and tugged at his trouser leg.

Seeing Conan's guilty expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, Kuromon Haruya squatted down to look him in the eye and asked, "What's wrong, Conan?"

"Brother Heimen, you're the one... I'm sorry, I just suspected you were one of the men in black, I'm sorry to have upset you."

Haruya Kuromon reached out kindly, grabbed Conan's round face and pulled it outwards; the touch felt much better than patting his head.

"Any hypothesis is the truth until all other possibilities are ruled out. Being vigilant is essential, future Sherlock Holmes!"

And this is only the first time; you'll find even more suspicious points about this identity in the future, Shinichi Kudo.

"Yes, thanks to you, everyone on the bus was rescued."

The female trader stepped forward, giving a relieved, bitter smile: "These illegal activities have harmed many more people. I hope I also have a chance to reform myself."

In the forest opposite the field, the light reflected from the mirror dazzled Conan and Haruya Kuromon's eyes.

It's a sniper rifle!

Before Conan could even warn him, Kuromon Haruya instinctively tackled him and pinned him down the moment she saw the point of light.

Two soft popping sounds, like balloons bursting, came from behind Haruya Kuromon. Because his body was firmly pressed down, Conan had no way of knowing what had happened.

"Brother Heimen, let me go!"

He's just a kid, and he's already having trouble breathing because of being pressed down like that... Why is Kuromon's body trembling? And why does my hand feel wet?

"Ah—" "It's a sniper rifle! Everyone on high alert! Get behind cover!" "Help!"

Ran's exclamation, Uncle Mori's command, and after a moment of deathly silence, all sorts of noisy chaos erupted.

Ran Mouri pulled up Haruya Kuromon, who was lying down, and led the two of them under the cover, giving Conan a chance to catch his breath.

Crimson blood splattered onto Kuromon Haruya's body, turning the ends of his brownish-gray hair pink.

Over his shoulder, the female trader fell into a lake of bright red blood, transforming into the most vibrant fountain.

She was shot once in the abdomen and once in the head, like a withered red rose ravaged by rain.