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

"In other words, the guy who passed the note to Takasugi Toshihiko was among the people who knew about the incident back then!"

Thinking of this, Conan turned around and planned to run back to the wedding hotel to ask for details. Maybe it was still not too late... Wait, why can't I run?

Yoya Kuromon had anticipated this. He hooked Conan's collar with one hand and asked in return, "Have you thought through the key points about wine, alkaline liquor, and Taro Iga?"

"Conan, are you saying that Mr. Takasugi's disappearance is related to Iga?" Sonoko Suzuki approached them thoughtfully. "Speaking of Iga, I'd like to hear a story from my parents."

"There is a professional security company that is widely trusted by major conglomerates called 'Iga-ya'. It is said to have been founded by the descendants of the Iga ninjas! They only accept commissions from the heads of conglomerates. If they encounter life-threatening situations or conglomerate crises, they can hire them as bodyguards."

Ran Mouri immediately perked up: "So, Mr. Takasugi might have encountered some danger and was being protected, rather than running away from his wedding?"

"Maybe, but I don't know for sure given the current situation." Sonoko Suzuki gave a vague reply, recalling her mother Tomoko Suzuki's instructions about the Iga-ya.

Although Igaya officially only undertakes protection tasks, its purpose is to "protect the continuation of large conglomerates." For any commission based on this purpose, they are capable of anything, from real-time monitoring of the heir's movements to helping clean house. However, due to their extremely high fees, few companies, except for those conglomerates with no other options, will hire them.

"Indeed, the Takasugi couple's reaction seemed too calm, and their closing remarks didn't sound like they were made on the spot."

Conan secretly memorized this keyword, waiting for an opportunity to ask his father, Yusaku Kudo, about it later.

Haruya Kuromon was following behind Conan when Conan suddenly stopped in his tracks. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he might have kicked Conan's butt.

"Conan?" When he bent down and saw Conan's guilty and embarrassed expression, he knew that something very interesting must have happened.

Sure enough, the little corgi stammered and tucked its tail between its legs, revealing the truth: "Brother Kuromon, I forgot to tell Mom and Dad about my body shrinking."

It's not that I forgot to tell them; judging from their expression, they've completely forgotten they have parents!

Kuromon Haruya blinked and asked the question that remained unsolved from her past life: "Then where did your school registration and household registration come from?"

Conan paused suspiciously for a moment, then said, "By the time I realized it, Professor Agasa had already transferred me to Teitan Elementary School."

The beneficiaries of illegal and criminal activities are right next to me!

Haruya Kuromon picked up her phone and dialed the police: "Hello, Inspector Megure? Yes, I want to report someone hacking into the official household registration system and tampering with data..."

"Wait, Brother Kuromon, stop messing around! Hey, you're not serious, are you?!"

Conan was initially confident that Kuromon Haruya was just joking, but after listening to his back-and-forth arguments and even his presentation of evidence, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and started climbing up his clothes.

Haruya Kuromon naturally lifted Conan with one hand, holding him sideways in his arms, while displaying the emergency number he hadn't dialed yet with his other hand, and said with a slightly smug smile, "Heh heh, you were fooled by my acting, weren't you!"

"Brother Heimen, stop fooling around—"

"Don't move, Conan, you'll fall."

Hearing the playful noises of the two childish men behind her, Ran Mouri smiled and said, "Sonoko, have you noticed? Compared to when we first met, Kuromon-nii is much more cheerful now!"

"That brat Conan is the same way, always acting like a little adult. But if we're talking about who worries the most, it's definitely you, Mouri's mom!"

Sonoko Suzuki squinted and grinned wickedly, reaching out her devilish claws towards Ran Mouri's waist: "Take this!"

"Sonoko, stop fooling around—"

Amidst laughter and cheerful chatter, they arrived at the Maori office and parted ways, temporarily forgetting the tragedy of the wedding, and some even forgot to inform their parents.

...

Mrs. Takasugi wiped away the artificial tears she had applied to her eyes and coldly watched the wedding guests leave.

"That boy, Junyan, is usually indecisive in business, but he's surprisingly decisive when it comes to revenge," President Takasugi remarked, standing beside his wife.

"It's all because you, his adoptive father, spoiled him too much, making him underestimate the power of the group. Although the Takasugi Group is declining, it doesn't need its heir to personally take revenge!"

Mrs. Takasugi, who was already dissatisfied with her husband, snorted coldly, flicked her sleeves, and left the venue.

When the Takasugi couple opened the door of the Lincoln, they were not surprised to see the protagonist of this elopement incident, Toshihiko Takasugi, lying unconscious in the back seat.

The couple, unable to have children due to health reasons, decided, after discussion, to adopt an heir from a distant relative. It was at this time that Takasugi Toshihiko, who had lost both parents, came into their lives.

Before adopting him, the Takasugi couple had already investigated his family background. When they learned that Takasugi Toshihiko's new girlfriend was the daughter of Matsumoto Kiyonaga, the murderer from years ago, they were worried that their son, whom they considered their own, would seek revenge.

But seeing the young couple's normal relationship, their seven years of undercover work and affection softened their guard. If it weren't for the butler's accidental discovery recently that Takasugi Toshihiko had been secretly purchasing sodium hydroxide, the Takasugi Group might have gained an heir with a criminal record.

It was precisely this point that strengthened the Takasugi couple's resolve to reform their heir.

President Takasugi transferred the payment to the designated account and, upon seeing the reply message, said, "Iga-ya introduced an elite training base in Hawaii. It looks pretty good to me. Why don't we go there?"

Although he had some doubts about why a training base would be located in Hawaii, President Takayama decided to trust Iga-ya because of its consistently good after-sales service reputation.

"That's fine too. My husband and I can go on vacation together. The group has been too aggressive these past few years. It's time for this old man to take a break!"

The crows resting on the high-voltage lines lowered their heads, watching the extended luxury Lincoln limousine stop and start in the evening rush hour traffic, before flying away with sneers.

As soon as Kuromon Haruya received the payment notification, he turned around and saw seven or eight crows standing on his window frame, their round eyes full of expectation.

He stretched out his finger and touched the crows' hooked beaks.

“Don’t go too far. Uncle Mori has complained to me several times that there are an absurd number of crows in this neighborhood.”

The black-clad raven blinked, looked left and right, and wrote "I am a crow, I don't understand and I can't cooperate" on their furry faces.

Forget it, I, the immortal great demon, will not bother arguing with you short-lived little crows.

Kuromon Haruya obediently took out two large bags of bread crusts for this week from the cupboard and stuffed them into their paws.

"Cough cough."

Clearing his throat, Kuromon Haruya slowly closed his eyes after confirming that there were no onlookers around.

When it opened its eyes again, the emerald green in its pupils had faded into a grayish hue, and the pitch-black pupils were etched deep within, like a black hole in a cosmic nebula that devours everything.

"You dark-clad kin, this place is not fit for your gathering. Leave immediately." (in Chinese)

In truth, as the nominally demonic crow, Haruya Kuromon doesn't need to use words to command her followers. But after spending so much time in Japan, where everyone seems to have a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), it just doesn't feel right without a little ritual.

The Lord's command is not to be challenged.

A force beyond animal instinct compelled crows within a 100-meter radius to spread their wings and fly away from their nests.

In the distance, an ornamental plant in the shadows suddenly lost its "leaves," leaving only a bare, withered tree. The sound of flapping wings piled up in the air, like a torrential downpour, as thousands of birds formed a dark tornado and flew back towards the horizon.

Looking at the huge black cloud drifting in the sky, Kuromon Haruya suddenly felt that his weekly reward of two bags of bread crusts seemed, well, not enough at all.

creak.

The old wooden window hinges next door groaned as they moved.

Kuromon Yoya turned his head and saw the true Black Familiar, the Black Master, who blended into the night and was completely black.

"Hey, Mr. Kuromon, you're out looking at the stars too? Haha, what's that flying in the sky? It's so cute."

This is Master Fanze, who witnessed the entire event and is currently drenched in sweat.

"Good evening, Mr. Fanze. What a coincidence, it seems to be a crow."

This is Haruya Kuromon, who believes in her own perception and is greatly intrigued by Masato Hanazawa's Detective Conan-style entrance.