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

"Oh? Your favorite is 'A Study in Scarlet'?" Fujisawa Toshiaki, with a square face, beamed from the second row.

"Mmm." Sitting behind him, the timid lady with a bob haircut, Shimizu Nanako, softly affirmed.

The energetic young man next to her, Ikuo Kawazu, excitedly exclaimed, "I love 'The Red-Headed League' the most!"

"That's perfect, me too!"

Listening to the passionate discussion among his fellow enthusiasts behind him, Conan smiled contentedly and couldn't help but hum softly.

Traveling with fellow Sherlock Holmes fans, he could stay away for days without getting bored! Having only Kurokawa by his side means he doesn't have to hide his identity—it's fantastic!

Fujisawa looked at the famous high school detective Hattori Heiji beside him: "Hey bro, which work do you like the most?"

"Ok?"

Hattori, who was dozing by the window and already regretting being provoked into joining the group, opened one eye: "Sorry, my favorite mystery novelists are the 'Ellery Queen' duo. I'm so-so about Sherlock Holmes."

"That's because you haven't grasped the charm of Sherlock Holmes."

Conan leaned into the back row, his half-moon eyes retorting before his expression immediately changed, and he introduced with great enthusiasm: "My favorite is 'The Sign of Four'!"

"It is indeed a world-renowned masterpiece. But little brother, you know quite a few words!"

"Hehe, it's alright."

"By the way, what about Mr. Kuromon?"

When asked, Kuromon Haruya snapped out of her book, thought for a moment, and replied, "If we're limiting ourselves to Conan Doyle's works, my favorite would probably be 'The Valley of Fear'?"

"Hey, Kuromon-kun, isn't Conan Doyle your favorite character?"

Conan was somewhat surprised, since Kuromon could quote Holmes' famous "The Final Problem" even when encountering thugs, which made him a die-hard fan.

"I also really like Sherlock Holmes! But in my opinion, Conan Doyle still falls a bit short compared to him..."

Under the questioning gazes of the crowd, Kuromon Haruya held up the book in her hand, showing everyone the cover illustrated with a black cat and a crow:

"A transcendentalist poet, the father of detective fiction, and a guiding light admired by many authors."

—Edgar Allan Poe!

"Edgar Allan Poe, if it were him, then yes..."

The group of people who had originally been waiting for him to finish his statement and then have a good competition to see who was "a few points behind" exchanged glances and still had objections, but their momentum had already weakened.

Haruya Kuromon tapped the cover to indicate:

"But I prefer Poe's poetry and Gothic novels, and for mystery, I still prefer Conan, your Sherlock Holmes. However, Edogawa Ranpo and Lovecraft are also good... It's such a difficult choice..."

"Conan!" The passengers who were discussing the series immediately turned their attention to him.

"Little brother, is your name Conan?"

"Not only that, this child's surname is Edogawa."

"Oh my god! Conan Edogawa, what a name that ignites the soul of deduction!!"

...

Under the pitch-black night, amidst the passionate chorus of Sherlock Holmes fans, the maid, Hitomi Iwai, who was in charge of the pick-up, drove the jeep smoothly to the hotel.

The three-story hotel standing on the sea cliffs emitted a warm glow, while the soft lapping of waves against the rocky walls below filled the air with the pungent smell of sea salt.

At the hotel entrance, a sign that means "Mycroft" stands, indicating the theme of the trip.

Click, click, click!

Raising a thumbs-up, Haruya Kuromon, holding her camera, shared with Conan: "Not bad, strike a few cool detective poses!"

"Brother Heimen, let's hurry up and go in after we've finished filming. Everyone must be waiting."

Nodding in satisfaction at the photo, Conan, who was all talk and no action, admired his own Holmes-like heroic posture and made up his mind to develop the photo to make Ran look handsome.

Half a minute later, he barely snapped out of his narcissism and looked at the middle-aged woman next to him: "Auntie, is there something you need?"

A plump woman, resembling the conman Ze, who owned the weapon shop, stepped forward, grasped Conan's small hand, and scrutinized him.

"Little brother, are you hiding some big secret?"

Conan/Haruya Kuromon: !

"I am an astrologer, Maria Toda. Today's horoscope tells me that your luck is not good today. Not only will your secrets be exposed, but you will also be attacked by darkness!"

A pitch-black attack? Kuromon Haruya's first thought was of the organization.

An astrologer? Conan turned around alertly as well.

He had spent a lot of time persuading Brother Heimen to put down that love magic manual, and he couldn't let it all go to waste!

As expected, upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya immediately stepped forward to exchange pleasantries:

"Good evening, Ms. Toda! I am Haruya Kuromon, currently a disciple of the Red Witch, and the eldest student of Professor Koizumi. Could you explain the meaning of the prophecy?"

"A disciple of a witch, I've long admired your name..." Yeah, right, I've never heard of you!

The moment Toda took the handsome young man's right hand, he suddenly felt a darkness engulf his vision.

Her expression changed drastically as she looked at Kuromon Yoya's face, only to see a thick cloud of black mist.

Looking up at the starry sky again—the once clear night sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, as gray as if death had descended.

A bad omen, a really bad omen!

Suddenly feeling a heat in his nose, Toda let go of the hand, covered his nose, and ran away as fast as he could: "I suddenly need to go to the bathroom!"

Kuromon Haruya blinked, looked at the bloodstains on the ground, and then looked at Conan with a puzzled expression, exclaiming in surprise, "I didn't know Koizumi-sensei was so amazing!"

"No, that's not it!" Conan pulled him into the museum and patiently corrected him, "I think she just likes to exaggerate her own story!"

Upon entering the hotel, all participants were already in place. In addition to the four people they had met, there was a young couple and an uncle dressed as Sherlock Holmes in the lobby, making a total of 11 people.

The old man stood in the middle of the crowd, squinting as he held his pipe: "I am the planner of this tour, the innkeeper, Yuya Kanaya. Welcome to the Mycroft Inn!"

After briefly introducing the event's procedures and arrangements, the store manager of Jingu took out several stacks of documents, each about two fingers thick, and distributed them to everyone.

The general selection criteria are as follows: 1000 Sherlock Holmes questionnaires. Those who score 990 or above can participate in the book-winning competition. Those who score less than 990 will be eliminated, and their mobile phones and reference books will be confiscated.

The difficulty is no less than taking the college entrance examination directly after a round of review.

"That's it! Any fake fans who don't understand, get out of my hotel immediately!"

"what?!"

Among the shocked and lamenting adults, only Conan was nodding frantically while holding the questionnaire, clearly resonating with the shop owner.

Oh, I forgot to mention that Hattori Heiji is also underage. He was quite supportive, but his reason was probably that he wanted to leave early since he couldn't see Kudo.

After honestly handing over his phone, Kuromon Haruya reluctantly hugged his precious camera and pleaded, "This has been with my family for thirty-four years, so please keep it!"

"Come here, these kinds of precision instruments also need to be taken away."

"Is it really not possible?"

"That won't work, well, actually it's not that it's impossible..."

The maid met his pitiful gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and the strength in her hands gradually softened.

Just then, the shop owner of Jingu intervened impatiently:

"Sorry, but to prevent the items from containing cheating communication components, we have to take them away. Don't worry, the items are all in a safe and will be returned in perfect condition!"

Not being one to make things difficult for others, Kuromon Haruya lowered his head and accepted, "Alright."

......

Late at night, the ever-diligent Conan turned around and sighed as he looked at Haruya Kuromon, who was curled up in bed and sleeping listlessly in the ward.

Thinking about it carefully, this was the first time he had seen Brother Heimen leave the camera, and he didn't expect the reaction to be so strong!

Thirty-four years later, Brother Heimen still insists on modifying and upgrading this old camera, presumably out of his affection for his parents!

Sigh, I'll just have him copy 990 questions tomorrow morning.

With a mixture of pity and fighting spirit, Conan turned back to continue filling out the form.

Meanwhile, Kuromon Haruya, who was browsing the organization's forum on her secret backup phone in bed, rolled over and sent out the anonymous post she had edited:

[Urgent! Can codename members date? What if my boss gets together with someone they like?]