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

"Looks like we're a step too late." Kurokawa Kagemitsu appeared outside the warehouse with Bourbon.

He stepped over the warm pool of blood beneath Akemi Miyano, approached her, and brushed aside her golden wig, which she was using as a disguise. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that her head tissue was intact and undamaged.

Next, he symbolically took out a burgundy injection from the inner pocket of his coat and injected it into the carotid artery of Akemi Miyano's body.

Bourbon's pupils contracted, like a curious Siamese cat peeking around: "What are you doing?"

“This is not something you should know right now, Bourbon.”

Because this was a surprise gift prepared by the boss for the undercover agent, Kurokawa Kagemitsu silently recited the information about the potion.

GCEI-1954, short for Growth-Inducing Cellular Enhancer, is a drug developed by the Miyano couple using unknown samples, which is a quasi-anti-aging drug.

This drug has virtually no barriers to adoption or restrictions on its use. The only requirement for it to be effective is that the subject's brain tissue must remain intact and that the subject has been dead for no more than six hours.

Once injected, the drug takes effect immediately, granting the subject a regenerative ability that cannot be explained by science. Currently, there is no known effective way to kill the subject.

Having confirmed that the operation was successful, Kuromon Haruya quickly stepped forward to help the still-shaken Asagi Minoru to her feet: "Are you alright, Vienna?"

The real imitation immortality drug was actually inside Gin's special bullet. What Kurokawa Kagemitsu had was merely a drug that inhibited cell regeneration, intended to prevent Miyano Akemi's wounds from healing and causing her to "come back to life."

"Yes, I'm fine." Asagi's face was pale, and his smile was forced.

He now truly understands Mr. Sugar's description of Gin, and the idea of ​​a dynamic group is absolutely impossible!

"The hidden money has been moved to other places."

Haruya Kuromon took out a folding stretcher and a special body bag from the box beside him, put on medical gloves, and prepared to complete the final step: cleaning up the scene and retrieving Akemi Miyano.

"Mr. Vodka, could you please carry this bag of stolen money for me?"

For the first time, Vodka had encountered a codename member who treated him with such friendliness and respect, and he was overjoyed and beaming with pride.

He glanced back at his older brother, who was discussing things with Sugrid, patted his chest, and accepted the backpack full of Japanese yen.

Kurokawa Kagemitsu glanced at Vodka's actions but didn't dare to stop him. "You acted too quickly. By the way, what about the others?"

Gin took out a locator and displayed the coordinates of the other three people. "Vermouth dug up the FBI's cave. She took Calvados and Chianti with her."

"I thought she would be really looking forward to this."

Based on what Kurokawa Kagemitsu has learned over the past few years, Vermouth's hatred for the Miyano family is quite evident.

"Knowing about that woman won't do you any good," Gin rarely offered such advice. "But she did seem to say she wanted to keep some memories..."

Bourbon was trying to eavesdrop on the conversation when Gin raised his voice: "By the way, we can ask Butber to take some pictures. Isn't that his job?"

Is Butber a photographer?

Bourbon was convinced that Gin was deliberately leaking information about the new member, but what was his motive? Could it be that the new member's joining was also related to the internal party politics of the organization?

"I've already taken photos of the scene. By the way, I've also taken photos as evidence of each step of the mission."

Yoya Kuromon took out a hidden camera from his pocket and gestured to his seniors.

Gin turned around upon hearing this and saw Vodka standing to the side with great interest, carrying a huge backpack and watching Vienna pour gasoline.

Vodka clutched his coat, puzzled: Why do I suddenly feel a bit cold? Is it because I'm carrying too much money?

Having just faced a life-or-death ordeal, Asano Minami didn't want to confront Gin for the time being. Kuromon Haruya had no choice but to step forward and hand over the reins: "Sugrid, the scene has been cleared up, the third round is over."

As the sirens grew louder, Kurokawa Kagemitsu looked around and, after confirming that nothing had been missed, signaled for everyone to evacuate.

Vodka pulled out a windproof lighter and threw it into the air. Flames spread rapidly along the trail of gasoline, encircling the pool of blood at the center, bringing an end to the life of "Akami Miyano".

Kuromon looked back at the warehouse, which was being scorched by raging fire.

I just hope that Conan's protagonist aura will help him find the tape he left behind.

"Butber, what you left behind is not to be repeated."

A long, thin raven cast a shadow and perched beside Kurokawa Haruya, his fingertips twirling a few strands of brownish-gray hair, exuding an oppressive aura.

Kuromon Haruya was immediately stunned and stood there for a long time, unable to recover.

The research institute never said that taking aptx-4869 would cause hair loss as a side effect!

...

As the tracking glasses indicated a closer location, the pungent, burning smell in my nasal cavity intensified.

As Conan rounded the corner of the shipping containers, a warehouse flickering with fire came into view, and the address indicated by the location sticker was right there.

He accidentally stuck it on Ms. Hirota's watch, which means that Hirota Masami is likely trapped there.

Judging from the intensity of the fire in the warehouse, it must have started recently. If we rush in now, we might still be able to save people!

However, there were no firefighting tools nearby.

The situation was urgent, so Conan Edogawa forced himself to calm down and observe all available conditions.

The warehouse is a metal structure, so it is not likely to collapse in a short time after a fire, and from a distance, no flammable goods can be seen inside.

That makes it simple!

Conan looked at the container not far away, where there was a metal barrel full of rainwater.

He moved bricks to stand on, wet his suit jacket and handkerchief with water from a bucket, put on makeshift protective clothing, and rushed into the fire without hesitation.

"Miss Yami! Are you here, Miss Yami!"

Thanks to the short stature of elementary school students, Conan will not inhale toxic fumes even when he is moving normally.

"Miss Yami!"

Amidst the flickering flames, a strange stain caught his attention.

Conan moved closer to the dark brown stain, and more details were revealed in his glasses.

The part near the flame had been carbonized into powder, but the liquid in the center of the stain had not been cleaned off, and a faint crimson stickiness could be seen.

Based on his years of experience visiting murder scenes, Shinichi Kudo could immediately tell that it was human blood!

But if such a massive amount of bleeding all came from one person, then wouldn't Miss Yami already be...?

Conan raised his hand and slapped his face a few times to stop himself from overthinking.

"Huh? What is that?"

While slapping his face, he accidentally activated the eye-tracking location function. The sticker was not located deeper in the warehouse, but on the side near the exit.

Conan found a black disk in a crack in the ground at the edge of the warehouse, with a transmitter with its disguise torn off stuck to the back of the disk.

"Cough, cough."

The old metal supports couldn't withstand the torment of the flames and kept groaning and creaking. The thick smoke that Conan inadvertently inhaled made his throat feel sore.

For his own safety, he had no choice but to leave the fire.

"Conan, are you alright?!"

Ran Mouri was steadily following behind Conan, but unfortunately, the child deliberately took shortcuts that adults couldn't access.

She noticed the fire and had a strange premonition that she would find Conan here. Sure enough, as soon as she arrived, she saw a figure rushing out of the fire.

"Inspector Megure, this child just escaped from the fire! Could you please take a look at him?"

Seeing the soot marks on Conan's face, Ran Mouri felt both angry and guilty.

Vermouth looked at Ran Mouri's anxious expression through the telescope and felt a deep sense of nostalgia.

When she was playing a murderer, about to fall to her death, she grabbed her hand with the same tense yet determined expression.

"Gin, everything is normal. I'm going back to enjoy Sherry's wailing."

After hanging up Gin's call, Vermouth lazily dropped her pretense and waved to the rooftop across the street.

"Calvados, back to base."