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

"Goodbye, Detective."

After confirming that Gin and Vodka had gone far away, Haruya Kuromon cautiously circled around the corner and approached with his camera in hand.

If Gin wanted to kill someone to silence them, he should have said goodbye forever.

Thanks to those words, you'll have plenty of opportunities to meet again in the next six months!

On the lawn next to the Ferris wheel not far away, Shinichi Kudo, who had been fed aptX4869, let out a painful groan, but seemed to still retain consciousness.

"Hey, what's that sound over there?"

When he reached a distance of five meters, Kuromon Haruya stopped and looked around, perfectly playing the role of a tourist who happened to be passing by.

"what--"

As Shinichi Kudo collapsed, he heard a young man's exclamation from nearby. Before he could help, he heard the same man shout again:

“Someone’s dead!”

Please, look closely, I'm not dead yet! Ambulance, call an ambulance quickly!

Unfortunately, the mysterious power of Ke Xue (a type of science fiction) cannot yet enable communication through consciousness.

A sharp, burning sensation instantly spread from his stomach throughout his body. His muscles twitched involuntarily under the intense pain, as if it were melting away even his bones!

"This face is...Shinichi Kudo? And he's still breathing!" After a moment of panic, the passerby finally realized that he was still alive and rushed forward.

"Kudo-san, Kudo-san! Can you hear me?"

As the toxin spread, surrounding sounds and sensations drifted away like clouds, and consciousness gradually fell silent.

Click. The camera flash illuminated the corner.

Before his consciousness faded, the last thought that remained in Shinichi Kudo's mind was not seeking help or despair, but rather—

Why did this guy take a picture first?!

"Kudo? Shinichi? Are you still alive?" Kuromon Haruya squatted in front of the unconscious Kudo Shinichi and gently patted his face.

The intense heat emanated from his fingertips, making it feel rather unpleasant to use, so Kuromon Haruya simply withdrew his hand.

"Next, we'll observe whether my version of the winery's A drug can reverse aging."

Large plumes of white steam billowed from Shinichi Kudo's limbs, and the bones contracted before the flesh, making the limbs look somewhat distorted and deformed. The scene was horrifying beyond the limits of what children could imagine.

This scene is even more amazing than what's depicted in the manga; it truly lives up to the reputation of Detective Conan!

After a few minutes of steaming, the 1.7-meter-tall male high school student was successfully shrunk into a bear-like child with bare shoulders and back.

To avoid any indecent scenes, Kuromon Haruya helped wrap his high school uniform around his body. After tying a secure knot, she bent down and picked him up.

Click.

"Let's call this one 'Baby-like Sleep'."

Half an hour later, Kuromon, who was holding Conan in one arm and looking up the address of Beika Town on his phone in the other, finally arrived at the Kudo residence at 2-chome 21 after getting lost more than ten times.

Ding-dong, ding-dong ding-dong.

The crisp sound of the doorbell echoed inside, but no one answered the door for a long time.

"By the way, the Kudo couple have already gone abroad at this time, and no one is in this mansion."

Looking at the Kudo residence in the darkness, Kuromon Haruya belatedly recalled some fragments from the original work.

As for waiting for Professor Agasa to open the door, the original manga doesn't explain how long Shinichi Kudo was unconscious; they couldn't just leave him standing there waiting.

In this case...

He looked down at Conan, who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, and grabbed his face, pulling hard.

"Hey, Kudo-kun, wake up!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Let go and stop pinching me!!" Conan, who had been forcibly turned on, instinctively thrashed about, only to find that he seemed to be restrained and unable to move.

Is that Xiaolan pulling so hard? Seriously, isn't tomorrow a day off...?

No, I remember being knocked unconscious by a mysterious man in black and given poison!

Conan's eyes widened suddenly. In the dim light, a pair of green pupils stared intently at him like a ravenous wolf eyeing its prey.

"Great, you finally woke up!"

"That gentle male voice...it's the passerby who took my picture after thinking I was murdered!" The familiar voice made Conan realize immediately.

After his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he was finally able to see the person in front of him clearly.

This is a young man with short brown-gray hair. He wears a pair of non-prescription glasses, and his green pupils are looking at me expectantly.

He had a necklace with a small whistle around his neck, a pair of professional binoculars slung over his shoulder, and he smelled of insect repellent. He was wearing an ordinary sun-protective jacket, so he looked like a photography enthusiast.

But strangely, the skin on this guy's hands was smooth with no calluses or injuries.

"Have you finished your observation, Detective?"

Kuromon Haruya, who was originally waiting for the interrogation, was somewhat helpless. He was already prepared to be questioned by this famous detective, but the boy seemed to have made some connection to something and started sniffing around and looking around, beginning an immersive investigation.

"Sorry, sorry." Conan was also somewhat aware of this old habit of his, and gave an awkward smile.

"Sir, thank you for your help. Please let me go now, I have something very important to report to the police!"

"I don't feel comfortable letting a small child run around freely."

Yoya Kuromon sighed and shook her head, refusing his request. "Besides, if you move again, your pants will fall to the ground."

"What?! I'm a renowned detective who has helped the police solve numerous cases, not some child! And what you're saying about pants..."

Conan looked down and saw that his school trousers, which had perfectly accentuated his long legs, were now slipping away from his feet.

"Hey—my body! Why has it shrunk!"

This child's senses are far too dull, and he's not as intelligent as one might imagine.

Kuromon Haruya sighed once again, worried about his future source of joy.

"Look." He took out his camera and pulled up a comparison photo of Shinichi Kudo before and after he changed size at will.

"I was just about to call the police when I saw you turn into a child after a puff of white smoke. I figured calling the police would just be seen as a prank, so I just took you home!"

Looking at the two photos that were quite comical when compared, Shinichi Kudo looked up suspiciously, wanting to question him, but when he saw Haruya Kuromon's innocent and bewildered expression, he became uncertain.

"Thank you, sir." To be honest, he didn't even know the name of the kind person.

"My name is Kuromon Haruya." Kuromon Haruya took the opportunity to pat Conan's head, the feel of which was so-so.

"Thank you, Mr. Kuromon!" *Boom—*

Just as Conan was thanking them, a huge explosion came from the wall next to the Kudo residence, and an elderly man with a receding hairline wearing a white coat slowly climbed out of the hole in the wall.

He is Professor Agasa, the inventor of Conan's greatest future cheat code.

After Shinichi Kudo's familiar reasoning and with the corroborating evidence of the photograph taken by Kuromon, Professor Agasa finally believed that the rejuvenation had occurred and helped open the door to the Kudo family's house.

The number of people who currently know Conan's true identity is 2.