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

"A half-vampire?"

This is truly...a delightful surprise!

Over the past two decades, with the emergence of the Miyano family bloodline, the exploration of Baccarat in bioscience has almost reached its limit.

Over the years, Kuromon Haruya had always wondered if he could find results through research on the mystical side, but unfortunately, he had no way to experiment. And now, one of the most perfect living subspecies of immortality elixir in the world was placed right in front of him!

'I see. Since I can enjoy the effects of the elixir of immortality by becoming a demon, perhaps other races, including vampires, can also benefit, and even other special groups that have contact with the mystical.'

'For example, a vampire who has lived for a hundred years...' Kuromon Haruya glanced at Dracula, "or a witch who is connected to Pandora." He estimated the maximum amount of blood Koizumi Akako could donate at one time.

His translucent green eyes narrowed into thin lines as he realized the immense research potential within them. Instantly, the innocent smile on Kuromon Haruya's face cracked at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with black light.

Koizumi Akako felt a chill run down her spine: "You... I'm no use! Dracula, do you have a solution?"

"Well..."

Dracula nervously rubbed his hands together:

"No one has yet discovered a way for a vampire to transform back into a human. But I think that since this guy still has a pulse, there's still a possibility of him turning back. We can try to restore his sanity first, but as for the method..."

"Speak your mind." Kuromon Haruya pulled out a gun and pointed it at Dracula's forehead.

The latter shrank back slightly, his bright red tongue licking his lips: "Of course, it's about giving him blood. Vampire transformation consumes a lot of energy, so he hunts for food when hungry. Once he's full, he'll naturally return to normal. But the amount needed will definitely be substantial, at least the blood of several adults..."

"Ah."

Kuromon Haruya nodded, and the next second, she drew a dagger from her waist, aimed at a vein, and plunged it deep into the wound, securing it in place. She then knelt beside Asano Narumi, pressing his head closer.

"Is this enough?"

Instantly, a strong, pungent smell of alcohol hit me, hitting me right in the head.

"No! Stop first, ugh—"

"Absolutely not!"

Dracula's old eyes welled up with tears, not to mention Asano Minoru, who was being pressed on the head at close range and was almost suffocating: "The demonic power in your blood is too concentrated! To us vampires, it's like drinking sweet poison!"

"Lord Black Gate, why don't I just grab a few humans? You won't need to go to such lengths..."

Kuromon Haruya waved his hand to silence them, then pulled a medicine box from the shadows behind his back, placing two aptx4869 pills in his palm before swallowing them.

He pried open his newly healed wound a crack: "Is that enough?"

Dracula sniffed, "It has indeed weakened, but the toxicity remains..."

Upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya took out five more pills and swallowed them.

"not enough."

…10, 11, 12…

"It seems almost there, just a little short."

…14, 15, 16.

"Yes! This is it!"

Kuromon Haruya shrugged, pressing the dazed Asano Minami back onto the wound, enduring the growing heat in his heart.

Blood was rapidly drawn from the body, and because the anesthesia was absorbed too quickly, the wound and the surrounding blood vessels throbbed with pain.

A wave of ischemic darkness washed over him. He bit his lip lightly and slumped to the ground, leaning against the car, completely unconcerned that Koizumi Akako or Dracula might have ulterior motives.

"...In fact, it would be more interesting if Koizumi Akako had some ambition."

Unfortunately, this Red Witch is ultimately a minor and positive character, lacking any conspiracy theories.

The sudden change occurred when everyone had nothing to say and simply watched Asahi Sakae enjoy a hearty meal.

...!

【Plop! 】

[Splash! Splash!]

A sharp pain struck, and Kuromon Haruya felt his hand slip, limply separating from Asano Seishi and falling to the ground.

All strength seemed to slip away from my body like silk being pulled from a cocoon; heat pumped through my aching limbs, gradually flowing towards my ever-constricting, squeezed heart. With each pounding of my heart, countless memories flashed through my mind:

'Strange. This feeling is different from my previous experiences taking drug A...?'

Kuromon Haruya barely managed to prop open his left eye; his unconsciously unfocused pupil occupied almost half of its area, diminishing the dim light in his eyes.

'Have they finally made their move?'

Yu Guangzhong, Koizumi Akako, and Dracula seemed oblivious, still standing idly to the side, taking it all as a natural process of his resurrection.

The pain is intensifying.

"Red, um!"

Consciousness swayed in pain, and Kuromon Haruya restrainedly raised his hand to cover his lips. The burning sensation scorched from his spinal cord all the way to his brain, and he let out a muffled groan that he was suppressing and trembling. Blood was squeezed out of his tightly clenched tongue, and he involuntarily curled up his body due to the intolerance of pain.

Fingertips gripped the mud tightly, leaving jagged marks.

hiss--

A large amount of white vapor emanated from her pores, until Koizumi Akako finally realized something was wrong when Kuromon Haruya's tall body began to shrink.

"Huh? Dracula, is his size changing?"

"As expected of the discerning eye of orthodox red magic, I report to Lady Akako that Lord Kuromon is indeed transforming!"

"Do you really need to force yourself to praise something like this?"

Hmm? That thing moving at high speed on the highway in the distance, reflecting light, could it be…?

"As expected of Lady Hongzi, that is indeed a car for ordinary people!"

Koizumi Akako wiped her face and stomped her foot angrily: "No, what I mean is—"

Nourishes—

"boom!"

"Buzz." The protective magic circle rippled with light red light, absorbing the kinetic energy of the bullet, which then fell to the ground with a tinkling sound.

Click.

A tall, silver-haired man with an icy demeanor stepped out of a drifting Porsche 356A.

A heavy killing intent, like a mountain collapsing, pressed down on his head. Gin pointed his gun at Koizumi Akako, suppressing the restless displeasure in his heart, and questioned her in a deep voice:

"Beasts on the Ark?"

From a distance through the binoculars, Gin saw that this was Kuromon Haruya being attacked by Asano Minami, when he was surrounded by this woman and the old man, and collapsed from exhaustion.

Considering her defensive tactics just now, from the mystical side, only Ark would attack members of the organization.

What's even more frustrating is that it's very close to Tottori.

Koizumi Akako blinked; Me, Ark? Me hitting myself?

However, upon seeing this familiar demeanor, this similar tone, and this shared aura, she finally remembered who was in front of her—wasn't this "Kissing Jin-chan" that Kuromon Haruya always mentioned when she visited?

"Oh ho ho, isn't this Gin-chan~" Seriously, with such an intimidating aura, where's the cuteness?

Gin narrowed his eyes, and a chilling killing intent almost condensed into a layer of white mist on the surface of the pistol.

Koizumi Akako's Adam's apple bobbed, and just as she was about to back down, she caught a glimpse of Kuromon Haruya's blurry figure, and a fighting spirit suddenly surged within her:

Ha ha!

Once she revealed her true identity as the mentor of the Black Gate Haruka, he, who was high and mighty just a second ago, was about to bow down and kneel down for offending the noble Crimson Witch!

...at least for the last second before the smoke cleared.

Gin: ...?

A warm, penetrating embrace hugged his calf, and beneath him, a calm yet sweet and childlike voice spoke:

"Big brother...where am I? Do you know where my mom and dad are?"