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

Dr. Agasa turned around in surprise: "Is the wound alright? I was quite startled to see you stand up!"

"No vital organs were injured, and a few months of rest will do the trick! Just be careful not to engage in strenuous exercise."

Haruya Kuromon gave Haibara a friendly smile, successfully causing the latter to look away.

Recalling the slap on the cane earlier, Conan seriously doubted the extent of that "significant movement." However, he did have some ideas about why Kuromon had left:

"Is it because of Inspector Kuroda?"

"Was I being too obvious?" Kuromon Haruya asked, slightly taken aback, resting her chin on her hand.

"Because you're usually very considerate, Brother Heimen. You can tell if someone doesn't want to talk to you by being a little cold. Besides, that happened twenty-three years ago. You were only three or four years old then. Even if you specifically mentioned it, you probably wouldn't remember it clearly, right?"

He started with a polite and distant reply, then picked up a book to read during the conversation. Kuroda Hyōe must have been good at reading people to have been promoted to inspector.

"Because I had a vague feeling that this person was deliberately getting close to me. Before I even mentioned my parents' deaths, he had already given me a sympathetic look, which clearly showed that he already knew about my background. The Shizuoka Police Station had promised to keep my information strictly confidential and that only directly related personnel could access it."

Kuroda Hyōe's true identity is the behind-the-scenes director of the National Police Agency's Security Bureau, and Amuro Tooru's direct superior. His interest in this identity came suddenly, and Kuromon Yōya has no idea where this interest comes from.

'But since it involves Bourbon, it's a perfect excuse to dump this trouble on Sogrid!'

What was clearly a simple murder to cover up the crime has somehow managed to cause so much unrest. To both fake an accidental death and use anesthetics to alleviate the victim's heart attack pain, it's quite remarkable that he maintained this "gentleness."

Thinking this, Kuromon Haruya looked at the silent passenger seat next to Professor Agasa: "Ms. Haibara, is it alright if I call you that? I'd like to ask you a question."

Ai Haibara crossed her arms, bracing herself for being disliked and purged: "Haibara, that's fine. Go ahead and speak."

"Dr. Shirai's preliminary autopsy results indicate accidental drowning caused by cardiac arrest. Do you think it's more likely that there were members of an organized group within the forensic team, or was there a poison that could cause this reaction?"

"...It might be the Aptx series."

After a moment's thought, Ai Haibara's tone became even more certain: "No, it must be the aptx series. Only this drug has consistently shown angina and infarction in clinical mouse experiments, and the cause cannot be identified."

"This medicine has a series?" Conan asked, leaning closer as soon as he saw that Ai Haibara was willing to speak.

“Of course.” Gray explained matter-of-factly: “My entire research institute was set up for this series. It’s one of the organization’s key projects, and I heard that a considerable amount of money is invested in experiments every month.”

Upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya raised an eyebrow, making a mental note: So you knew?

It wasn't just a huge investment; it was a money-burning operation! The price of even a single piece of equipment, if sold on the black market, would be enough to send hundreds or even thousands of assassins to their deaths. It's no exaggeration to say that the aptX project was the organization's largest financial expenditure.

However, he's been investing in this for a long time, even building a research institute specifically for Shiho Miyano, though it's more for show. He doesn't seem to care as much about it now. Really.

Conan waited quietly for a moment, but nothing came of it, so he had no choice but to ask, "And then?"

Haibara shrugged, remaining tight-lipped: "What do you want to know? If you want to know more about the experimental principles, I can explain them to you."

"Of course, it's up to you to be able to develop an antidote after you leave the laboratory environment."

Haibara paused for a few seconds.

This statement reminded her that without the cutting-edge technology of the laboratory, no one could guarantee 100% success in scientific research, a field that is inherently somewhat mystical.

She didn't seem to care much about developing an antidote, but Kudo clearly didn't think so.

Seeing that he finally had a place in the conversation, Professor Agasa immediately patted his belly and promised:

"I still have some equipment left by a friend who used to be a PhD in chemistry. Ai, you can stay at my house for a while and do your experiments. If you need anything, I'll ask someone I know to buy it!"

Yoya Kuromon glanced at Professor Agasa with pity: "I wonder if this genius inventor's little treasury can hold up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Agasa shivered. He subconsciously reached into his pocket, trying to find something, but couldn't remember what it was.

'Could it be that I forgot to put the strawberry cake I bought yesterday in the refrigerator?'

After thinking for a moment, Ai Haibara nodded and reluctantly agreed under Professor Agasa's expectant gaze: "Then let's leave it at that for now."

"Great, Ai!" Amid Professor Agasa's cheers, the yellow Beetle drove out of the hospital and headed towards its warm home.

Meanwhile, in Shizuoka, Officer Yokomizo was still working overtime in the cold police station, compiling reports and applications lacking proper documentation.

...

"That's great, Ai!"

A fluffy, snow-white Pomeranian jumped into my arms and acted cute, followed closely by a fierce-looking face with tears streaming down its face.

Masato Hanzawa clutched a tissue, wiping his face as he choked back tears, tugging at Ai Haibara's sleeve: "Sigh, you've had it tough too. Sigh, it's so good to have found family!"

"Mr. Fanze, are you relieved now?"

Behind him, Yoruichi Kuromon slowly rolled his wheelchair around, helplessly handing him tissues and a trash bag.

The incident began last night when Fanze ran into Kuromon Haruya, who was being discharged from the hospital, while he was downstairs buying shampoo.

At that moment, Kuromon Haruya had just finished a phone call with Sogrid and was standing in the apartment corridor contemplating life.

Aside from a practiced apology, the content was simple, containing only three pieces of news: Mekong Whiskey died after undergoing gender reassignment surgery at the hands of a quack doctor; Doi Nai blew up the new laboratory while replicating Shiho Miyano's experimental ideas; and another master photographer he had signed was caught up in a series of murders and died on his way to Osaka for a photo shoot.

When Masato Hanzawa returned with the only bottle of rose-scented shampoo in the convenience store, he was met with Yoru Kuromon's dejected expression.

A lone figure, draped only in a coat, stood in the wind and snow. Illness had pierced his once-strong exterior, allowing him to finally reveal the weariness and helplessness hidden deep within his heart...

That sounds a bit far-fetched, but at the time, Kuromon Haruya really did read a vivid little essay from Hanazawa's dark face.

To change the subject, he immediately relayed Ai Haibara's fabricated identity as a "little girl who has lost both parents and lives with relatives," earning him a sad, dark expression.

When everyday topics didn't work, he brought up his chance encounter with Kuroda Heiwei at the hospital that day, warning Hanzawa to be careful lately. But somehow, he touched a nerve with Hanzawa, making him even more teary-eyed.

After hurriedly saying goodbye to Fanze, hoping that he would be sober the next day, he had already pushed a rented wheelchair to the door and invited him to go for a walk.

Does the Miyano family have succubus blood?

"Mr. Kuromon!" When Fanze Zhenren saw Kuromon Yaoye in a daze, his heart skipped a beat.

'Judging by his appearance, is he trying to suppress his grief again, triggered by the sight of the scenery?'

If it weren't for the moonlight that happened to illuminate their expressions during their chance encounter last night, Masato Hanzawa felt he might never have been able to see through Yoruichi Kuromon's hidden thoughts.

He was also a wanderer who had left his hometown and whose father's whereabouts were unknown, and he would never mistake him for someone else—it was a pure longing for his family and the loneliness of never being able to return.

"What's wrong?" Kuromon Haruya looked at the suddenly excited Hanze and sighed imperceptibly.

A flyer with a tomato and scrambled egg color scheme was held up in front of them. Masato Hanzawa, pulling Professor Agasa along, looked at it with sparkling eyes: "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, let's go to the dumpling-making contest held in Chinatown!"

"I'm not very good at making dumplings..."

"Huh? They even have dumplings with yogurt filling?"

"I go!"

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