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

"Inspector Megure said that after the examination, the prisoner was fortunate to not have any other illnesses such as concussion, and was simply knocked unconscious."

"That's great, Brother Kuromon!"

Ran Mouri pushed the crab roe soup dumplings in front of her towards Haruya Kuromon, who looked dejected, in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Thank you, Ran." Kuromon Haruya took the plate and sipped her soup dumpling. "I'm always afraid of accidentally hurting the criminal. Ran, how do you usually control your strength when you encounter situations like this?"

"Control your strength..."

Ran Mouri carefully recalled her past experiences of subduing criminals with her bare hands, and it seemed that she had never considered the possibility of killing a criminal.

"Hmm... If I knew the target was a living person, I would instinctively hold back. You did the same thing before, Brother Kuromon, you always managed to knock the criminal unconscious!"

Comparing the feel of the weapons, Kuromon Haruya realized that the criminals in Beika Town seemed to be much more durable than those from other regions.

Seated next to him, Conan, who had no interest in Chinese food, looked at Kuromon Haruya, who seemed to be deep in thought and had a new idea, and felt a sense of unease.

"Brother Heimen, have you studied martial arts?"

Haruya Kuromon stopped Conan from playing with the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) with chopsticks, saying, "I learned a little about self-defense when I was studying in Italy."

"Self-defense?"

“I graduated with both my undergraduate and master’s degrees in Italy. Six years ago, some things happened in Italy, and it wasn’t very safe.”

Kogoro Mouri, reeking of alcohol, put his arm around someone's shoulder and said, "If I remember correctly, it's the Italian Mafia."

"Dad, you've actually heard of this?" Ran and Sonoko huddled together, curious about the gossip.

Uncle Mori was clearly drunk, and it took him a few seconds to come to his senses: "That happened when you were in elementary school. Six years ago, several well-known local gangs in Italy started a large-scale war for unknown reasons, and retaliatory murders orchestrated by them occurred every day."

Later on, even innocent civilians were drawn into the conflict, and several extremely heinous attacks occurred.

“Yes, I was really troubled during that time.” Kuromon Haruya took the glass and sighed. “You could get robbed at gunpoint just walking down the street during the day, and alleys and side streets became off-limits for students.”

This level of unrest wasn't a problem for Yoruichi Kuromon; in fact, it could even provide an explanation in some situations. But things weren't so pleasant once the gang warfare escalated.

He remembers it was an early spring afternoon when he and his classmates followed their sociology professor to the site of an abandoned factory to study the impact of economic changes on people's livelihoods in the last century.

This old site is located near the university, and students and teachers often frequent the area. By the rules, it's a safe zone that no gang can tread. But unfortunately, there are always some people who are unwilling to follow the rules.

A trip mine hidden among the facility's pipes instantly injured three to five students. This served as a signal, and the attacking gang's hidden forces launched a barrage of fire, giving everyone present a real taste of what "a hail of bullets" meant.

Haruya Kuromon was the first to be hit, and was fortunate enough to be shot in both legs, abdomen and head in the first round of shooting, but was brought back to life in front of the entire fire team.

Keep in mind that, to perfect his identity, he secretly traveled alone to Italy to study, without informing the organization. His subordinates and the armory were unprepared!

To prevent information about the immortals from leaking out, he had to go it alone, using weapons he found to wipe out the three gangs involved.

"What a difficult era."

Yoya Kuromon and Kogoro Mouri sighed in unison, raised their glasses of baijiu, clinked them together, and downed them in one gulp.

Conan looked at the two suddenly melancholy adult men at the table and was slightly speechless: Hey, Kuromon-kun, if you keep this up, you'll start to smell like a depressed middle-aged man!

After a hearty meal and drinks, a slightly tipsy man named Kuromon Haruya stood with Uncle Mori at the entrance of the Shuanglong Hotel, waiting for a taxi to arrive.

Previously, he only knew that Vodka was naive, but in this situation, Kuromon Haruya was actually a little envious of Gin.

Kagemitsu Kurokawa is too conspicuous; having him around would invite Gin and Bourbon to ambush him. Excluding undercover agents and traitors, none of the other codenamed members could handle the crucial role of the boss's driver!

"We must go see Miss Yoko right away!"

Upon seeing the time displayed on the screen across the street, Uncle Mori, for some unknown reason, suddenly ran into the road and began to act erratically.

Seeing that his reliable senior was about to pass away, Kuromon Haruya grabbed Uncle Mori's tie in a moment of emergency and pulled him back to a safe area.

"Uh—cough cough cough, I almost got strangled to death."

"It doesn't matter."

The driver, forced to stop abruptly, quickly got out to check the situation. Seeing Kogoro Mouri looking energetic and lively, he breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his phone to answer: "Hello? Inspector Megure, it's me."

Inspector Megure!

These four words were like a command to Uncle Mori. He instinctively snatched the driver's phone, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then shouted in the street, "Leave this to me, Kogoro Mori!"

After a chaotic scuffle, as a post-meal digestive activity, the four of them, along with their driver Izumi Yuutake, arrived at the crime scene.

"The deceased was Ms. Ikuko Kojima, a female businesswoman who ran an electronics sales business. She was strangled to death."

At the crime scene, a middle-aged woman wearing a light blue bathrobe and a face mask was lying on her back on the floor with a ferocious expression.

暮目警官一如既往地为他们宣讲案件信息：“根据防盗录影机显示，泉先生（8:00-8:40、受害者的女儿儿岛小姐（8:50-9:20）和发现尸体的吉冈先生（9:20-9:31）按照以上时间先后拜访了被害者，并在最终由吉冈先生报案。

We speculate that President Kojima was murdered around 9:10 AM, because he personally answered questions from security guards at exactly 9:00 AM.

Conan watched the image of the president of Nine O'Clock Island appear and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Oh, right! If it comes to reviewing the footage, there happens to be a professional among the people present.

Conan suddenly turned around to look for Yoruichi Kuromon, only to see him standing in a corner, seemingly communicating with someone.

Driven by his detective instincts, Conan had already hidden behind the wall by the time he came to his senses.

"...Haha, you accidentally got hit on the head by my favorite wine, huh? I'm so sorry about that."

By the way, how's that bottle of sherry I asked you to look after? Hmm, I'm planning to move it out of the cellar soon; after all, it's been stored for so long, I can't afford to lose money."

What is it? It's just something related to alcohol.

"Me? I just happened to run into Detective Mori about a murder case. It's not a particularly dangerous case, it's just that after the murderer killed someone, the victim's daughter pretended to be the deceased to mislead the police investigation. I'll contact you again when I have time, bye-bye."

Haruya Kuromon noticed Conan's rather clumsy stealth skills halfway through the call, but he simply switched to encryption without ending the conversation. As retaliation for the unauthorized eavesdropping, he included a brief spoiler.

Kagemitsu Kurokawa, on the other end of the phone, also realized this and, after confirming that his boss did not need the service, temporarily excused himself.

When Kuromon Haruya returned to the scene, he saw Conan absentmindedly shooting his father-in-law, Kogoro Mouri, unconscious.

After a series of calm, straightforward, and somewhat unenthusiastic deductions, the murderer, Izumi Yuutake, cried, knelt, and confessed, recounting his despair and resentment at being coerced by the company president and even endangering his parents.

"Shinichi, you look so listless. Are you feeling unwell?" Kuromon Haruya leaned close to Conan, who looked utterly dejected, and asked with feigned concern.

"Nothing, Black Gate Bro. He probably ate too much tonight and has some indigestion." He can't very well say he was accidentally spoiled because he overheard the conversation.

"Inspector Megure, we've spotted a suspicious person loitering outside the crime scene!"

Two officers from the First Investigation Division were escorting what they called a "suspicious person" into the room. This person was well-built, dressed entirely in black, making it impossible to discern his features or clothing, and was clearly...

Isn't that Mr. Hanzawa?! Don't look at me with that murderous expression like a criminal suspect!