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

Seven days after the bank robbery, the warm sunlight shone on Beika Town in early autumn, temporarily dispelling the chill that lingered due to the crime.

"Finally, it's my turn to rest—"

If I had to describe the surveillance operation of the past few days in one sentence, it would be "full of predictable unexpected situations."

On the other hand, things are calm for Kenzo Hirota. He has just recovered from his fear and only dares to gamble on small amounts of horse racing occasionally, which is very worry-free for him.

But it's different for Akemi Miyano.

Thanks to Bourbon's tip-off, the Japanese Public Security Bureau was able to legitimately launch an investigation under the pretext of the large sums of money involved, and unusually, released some FBI agents.

If Bourbon is hoping the FBI will take Miyano Akemi away, he's likely to be disappointed. According to reports from informants in the US, Akai Shuichi shows absolutely no sign of leaving the country for Japan.

Even so, the minor skirmishes between the three forces are enough to keep them busy.

Without the support and timely cover from the other codenamed members, the Beer Trio couldn't imagine what kind of storm they would have faced.

Having changed out of his disguise and taking a break, Kuromon Haruya, carrying a freshly made Chinese-style bento box, headed enthusiastically towards the Mori Agency.

If he keeps trying, he'll definitely be able to change Conan's taste for Western things.

He, the Black Gate, will not allow anyone in this world to hate Chinese food! Not even Gin or Vermouth!

"Detective, please, help me find my father!"

Pushing open the door, a female student with two dark brown braids sat opposite Uncle Mori, pleading in a trembling voice.

The clothes she was wearing were from three years ago, and the wear and tear from frequent wear was inevitable, but very slight, showing how well the owner had taken care of them.

After being greeted by Ran, Kuromon Haruya blinked, carefully closed the door, and went to the tea room to avoid suspicion.

Upon learning of their rotation plan, Sugrid readily agreed to the request for privacy protection, retaining only the badge's location function.

As for how many bullets Sogrid received for openly supporting laziness, let's leave that aside for now.

Sure enough, the badge on his chest vibrated slightly, presumably because the organization had detected that his location was close to Miyano Akemi and signaled him to activate the listening function.

“My father, Kenzo Hirota, has been missing for over a month. He is 170 cm tall and 48 years old. This is a picture of my father.”

Miyano Akemi, using the pseudonym Hirota Masami, rubbed her reddened eyes and took out a photo from her bag: in the photo, a middle-aged man with an honest and simple appearance was standing in front of a silver-gray taxi, holding a shiny black cat in his arms.

Kogoro Mouri repeatedly compared the photos, and seeing Masami Hirota's tearful expression, he had no choice but to swallow his complaints.

Miss Masami and Mr. Hirota don't look like father and daughter at all!

Compared to this man, it's more likely that Kuromon and Ms. Yami are related, since Kuromon is at least of mixed race.

Looking at the black cat in the photo, Kogoro Mouri decided to start with what he knew best: "Hmm, what about this cat?"

After receiving the tea that Ran had brewed, Kuromon Haruya took out a few pastries from the lunchbox, placed them on a plate, and intended to deliver them to the desk.

Of course, he didn't miss Conan's furtive behavior; just by looking at the excited and curious expression on his face, he knew it couldn't be anything good.

Conan, whose mind and body may have reverted to that of an elementary school student, obviously wouldn't disappoint him. He removed the newly developed tracking sticker from Professor Agasa's button and extended his clutches to Haruya Kuromon's coat.

This is a perfect opportunity to secretly investigate Kuromon's work activities!

He visited several times recently but couldn't find anyone, and he couldn't get through on the phone either. As a close friend with whom he has a life-or-death bond, it's only natural for him to show concern in his own way.

It doesn't matter if he gets caught, anyway, Brother Kuromon definitely won't blame him!

In response to Conan Edogawa's sincere concern, Haruya Kuromon suddenly pulled her right foot back.

Oh no! Seeing that he was about to run into Haruya Kuromon, Conan quickly took a step back, but accidentally stepped on a curled edge of a tile on the office floor.

Keep your left foot firmly planted, immediately find a new foothold with your right foot, and then quickly grab onto nearby objects with both hands to prevent falling!

"Conan!" "Conan, are you alright?" "You brat, stop running around!"

Conan Edogawa's emergency measures were quite good in terms of their ideas.

After a dizzying moment, Conan Edogawa saw Masami Hirota looking down at him with a surprised expression.

Kuromon Haruya quickly picked up the corgi that had fallen on Miyano Akemi and took it aside.

"Little Conan, can you tell me what you were thinking of doing just now?"

Seeing Kuromon Haruya's squinting smile, Conan felt inexplicably guilty: "Ahaha, isn't it because you've been gone for several days, Kuromon-nii, that I wanted to check on you?"

Haruya Kuromon glanced at the sticker on the side of Akemi Miyano's watch strap, smiling without saying a word.

If you really stick close to me, would you dare go to the largest headquarters of the organization, which includes the entire All-Star lineup?

But this is the organization boss's idea.

Conan, not getting any further updates, looked up with some confusion.

Suddenly, Hei Men Yao Ye's serious expression softened. As if afraid of being noticed, he stood up straight and hid his expression in the shadows.

Even though he was standing right in front of him, Conan felt that the voice was as ethereal and distant as wisps of smoke in the distance.

Haruya Kuromon reached out to block Conan's view and gently patted his head: "This is an adult's job, kids shouldn't worry about it."

What? That strange yet relieved look in your eyes.

Leaving Conan with room to fill in the blanks, Haruya Kuromon returned to the reception table.

Akemi Miyano was answering Uncle Mori's previous question: "This is my dad's cat, named Kai. There are three other cats named Tei, Go, and Wang."

Kogoro Mouri scratched his head, feeling that these names sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place them.

Kuromon Haruya picked up the remote and switched the TV to the horse racing channel: "Grandeur Emperor, isn't that the name of a horse? It seems your father really likes horse racing."

Witnessing the Kings achieve their fifth consecutive G1 victory, the gamblers at the racecourse erupted in cheers, and the television station switched its camera angles to the stands.

The middle-aged man swaying excitedly in the third row of the second floor was none other than Kenzo Hirota, the father that Akemi Miyano had mentioned who had been missing for a month!

Upon hearing the news, Kogoro Mouri stuck out his tongue and celebrated in unison with the audience, "Five consecutive wins! The mighty emperor is invincible!"

That person is my father!

Akemi Miyano never expected that her decision to hire a detective agency on a whim would lead to such a quick discovery of clues!

"Wait a minute, Miss Yami, we'll go with you!"

Kogoro Mouri grabbed his coat and chased after the commission money that had rushed out the door.

Ran Mouri watched the two detectives, one big and one small, walk away, then glanced at the forgotten wallet and car keys on the table. She sighed resignedly and gave Haruya Kuromon an apologetic smile: "Please lock the door for me, Kuromon-nii—"

Watching the Mori family leave, Kuromon Haruya opened the insulated lunchbox. The bright red tomato stewed beef was placed on top of the distinct grains of Northeast rice, looking very appetizing.

Even after the microwave oven beeped, the communication badge still hadn't sent any messages.

Could something be wrong?

Kuromon Haruya took off the badge and shook it to confirm that all the switches were in the correct positions.

“Sugrid, can you hear me? The target is heading towards the racecourse. Please reply if you receive this.”

The concrete debris on the unfinished floor creaked under the pressure of leather boots.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Kurokawa Kagemitsu had no doubt that if they weren't on a mission, Gin would probably have already fired a gun at him.

"...I have received it and am currently coordinating other members."

Strangely, after he agreed to the request for a rest, Gin maintained an odd attitude in the subsequent mission scheduling, neither taking the initiative nor relaxing his supervision.

Could it be that he was the first to find the clues left by the boss?