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

"Inspector Megure, this is my neighbor, Mr. Hanzawa! He must have seen me and wanted to say hello."

Despite Conan's suspicious gaze, Kuromon Haruya freed Hanzawa from the police officers' restraints.

"So it was a misunderstanding." Inspector Megure stared at Hanzawa for a moment, then reluctantly looked away and announced the end of the operation.

For some reason, seeing this person made him feel like the handcuffs in his pockets were itching to be pulled out.

Seeing Hanzawa's hesitant expression, Kuromon Haruya pulled him to a corner where Conan couldn't eavesdrop and patiently asked, "Mr. Hanzawa, is there something you need from me?"

After spending time together, Kuromon Haruya discovered that, apart from the occasional sudden surge of murderous intent, Mr. Hanzawa was essentially a kind, shy, and noble person.

In their daily lives, they would occasionally exchange cooking tips or methods to harm Shinichi Kudo, and they got along very well.

Upon hearing Kuromon Haruya's concerned voice, Hanzawa's originally aggressive expression suddenly collapsed, becoming extremely... aggrieved?

“Mr. Black Gate, I may not be able to afford this month’s rent.”

With tears welling up in his eyes, Masato Hanzawa recounted, "I only intended to go to a convenience store to buy alcohol, but I witnessed a crime scene on the way. In a panic, I ran into a store that sells self-defense weapons, where the old lady who runs the store tried to sell me a kitchen knife for 20,000 yen (20,000 yen is equivalent to 943 yuan at the current exchange rate)."

Kuromon Haruya glanced at the bag in his hand, a bad feeling creeping over her: "You bought it?"

"I bought it. And on the way back, I discovered my wallet was stolen, and all the money in my bank account was gone! That stinky old woman, when I tried to reason with her, her thugs kicked me out..."

As Fanze became increasingly aggrieved, the long-dormant paternal love in Kuromon Haruya's heart began to awaken.

People like Mr. Hanzawa are probably at the very bottom of the food chain in Beika Town's Black Faction. If he doesn't have any powerful backing, he might get caught up in an incident and be killed one day.

"This is troublesome. It's not convenient to report a fraud case involving the sale of controlled weapons for help. What can we do?"

Kuromon Haruya feigned distress, attempting to unleash the dark potential within Mr. Hanze's mind to fight illegality with illegality.

But Fanze himself clearly doesn't think that way.

Seeing the troubled look on Kuromon Haruya's face, Hanze gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision: "I will try my best to work illegal jobs to pay the rent!"

"Mr. Fanze, don't panic! I've suddenly thought of a good idea, listen to me..."

Master Fanze hesitated: "Is this method really feasible? It sounds so dangerous, and what if we get exposed!"

"It's okay, you just need to cooperate with me. Let's go back first."

Inside the storage room of F403, Kuromon Haruya held up the black trench coat in her hand, comparing it with the shape and fit of the coat.

“Great! This trench coat is perfect for you, Mr. Fanze. I don’t need to order it from another store.”

Holding the custom-made trench coat in his hands—a coat of thick fabric, with a unique cut, understated yet sophisticated—Fanze felt that Kuromon Haruya had gone a bit overboard.

"Um, Mr. Kuromon, I can just wear a regular black outfit, you don't need to worry about it."

“You’re mistaken, Mr. Hanzawa.” Kuromon Haruya shook his index finger, immediately interrupting his politeness.

"In the process of deception, the appearance, condition, and quality of clothing play a decisive role. Sloppy people are usually careless about details, shrewd people are meticulous, and wealthy people even wear haute couture as everyday wear. If we are lazy in this aspect, it will be difficult to fool the shady merchant mother-in-law you mentioned."

Don't be fooled by the fact that the codenamed members in the organization seem to dress the same all year round; there's a lot of knowledge behind it all.

Each codename member's field equipment is custom-made by designers employed within the organization. While featuring a simple and sophisticated design, the equipment also utilizes special fabrics to provide them with ease of movement.

Under the organization's control, there are several research institutes specializing in the development of special fabrics. Products such as top hats that won't fall off in the wind, bodysuits that can be torn open for quick hemostasis and bandaging, and windbreakers that are rainproof, fireproof, explosion-proof, heat-insulating, and breathable are all products of these research institutes.

Of course, what they're holding right now is just ordinary Italian haute couture, nothing particularly technologically advanced.

"I see, Mr. Kuromon, you know so much about this, that's amazing!"

"I learned all of this from the famous detective Kogoro Mouri next door." Yoya Kuromon picked up his clothes and went to the next room to change.

Fan Ze watched his retreating figure as he closed the door, deeply moved.

In order to kill Shinichi Kudo as soon as possible, Mr. Kuromon must be working hard to improve himself and hone his skills. On the other hand, I am indulging in a stable life, and even my killing intent has become dulled.

Go for it, Masato Hanzawa! You must learn from your senior and become the number one murderer in Beika Town!

"Just as Mr. Kuromon said, after putting on this outfit, a profound and unfathomable dark aura immediately emanated from it!"

Fan Ze couldn't help but strike a few cool poses in front of the full-length mirror.

The shadow cast by his top hat added to his mystique, and the black hem of his trench coat blended into the night sky. At that moment, he seemed like a messenger of darkness! He was so handsome!

Click, the sound of the handle being turned came from behind.

"Mr. Kuromon, look!"

Fan Ze turned around, about to show off, when he saw that man.

A demon with outstretched wings broke free from the dark mire and descended upon the human world. His short, brownish-gray hair reflected a familiar silver sheen under the cold light. Above his high-set collar, his cold, icy eyes surveyed everything, as if life and death were nothing before him.

"Mr. Fanze, Mr. Fanze? Is there something wrong with my attire?"

Kuromon Haruya shook the stunned Hanzawa Masato and put his glasses back on.

"Mr. Kuromon, your acting is superb, you're just like a real member of a criminal organization!" Fan Zebi's aura before and after he put on his glasses was completely different. "I feel like I've seen someone dressed like this before."

Hearing him say that, Kuromon Haruya asked in confusion, "Mr. Hanzawa, have you ever seen anyone dressed like this before?"

Could it be that Mr. Fanze had already contacted people in the organization without his knowledge?

Fan Ze nodded in recollection: "He was a stylish and handsome passerby. Judging from his long silver hair, he should be a foreigner, but his demeanor and attire were very similar to Mr. Kuromon from earlier."

Did you see Gin by chance in this description? But…

"Really? It really looks like him? I also think that person is very handsome, it's like the style that the factory deliberately imitated!"

Ever since Gin grew up, no one has ever complimented him on how much he and his father looked alike. Although they weren't related by blood, that didn't mean that Haruya Kuromon didn't have a deep fatherly love!

Seeing Kuromon Haruya's eyes light up instantly, Hanze praised him even more enthusiastically: "Really, Mr. Kuromon, if you took off your glasses and your expression became a little fiercer, you would look even more like him!"

"Like this?" He asked, his face turning cold.

"Right, right! Then you put a cigarette in your mouth and put your hands in your pockets."

"Come on, Guinness (also known as Guinness stout), let's take some commemorative photos!"

Haruya Kuromon/Masato Hanzawa: "Cheese!"

The codenamed members in the brewery never imagined that on this night of punishing the black marketeer, Masato Hanzawa, with his superb sweet talk, would become the fastest member of the organization to obtain a codename after Gin.