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

"Miss Tachibana, Miss Maya Tachibana—really, where has she gone?"

The shouts echoed through the empty old factory site. Kogoro Mori scratched his head in frustration. "Strange, they were just leading the way a moment ago, how did they disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Maya Tachibana crouched on the steel beam of the roof, wary of the surrounding shadows.

"Damn it, who are those guys?!"

According to the assassination plan, she originally intended to lure Kogoro Mouri here and strangle him with wire. But suddenly, a colleague dressed entirely in black appeared out of nowhere and attacked her. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she might have already met her end in the gutter!

She had already thrown the tracking transmitter she found on her coat onto a passing car. Tachibana Maya looked down at Kogoro Mouri wandering around below, hesitating whether to continue with this case.

"When exactly was that transmitter stuck on? I didn't even notice. Could it be that guy Yuda's doing? Or maybe he even orchestrated my car accident!"

As Kuromon Haruya climbed the ladder along the wall to the beam, he heard the assassin muttering to herself, lost in her own thoughts, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

"guessed wrong."

A voice that was neither clearly male nor female rang in her ears, and a dark shadow silently descended without touching her senses.

"what!"

Startled, Tachibana Maya jumped from the spot, no longer caring about concealing her whereabouts, and abandoned the mission, turning and running away.

Such an opponent, capable of killing without leaving a trace, is simply beyond her ability to deal with!

The crisp sound of steel bars colliding came from above. Kogoro Mori looked up at the sound and exclaimed, "Who's there? Who's there?!"

Several crows poked their heads out from behind the steel frame, tapping the rusty supports with their sharp beaks, making a tinkling noise as if enjoying themselves.

"What? It's a crow! You scared me!"

With a long sigh of relief, Uncle Mori tried to kick away the piece of metal on the ground, but instead bumped into a large piece of equipment behind him, clutching his foot and crying out in pain.

Ignoring the wailing and howling behind him, Heimen Yaoye turned on his communication headset and informed Fanzawa Masato of the situation: "She is fleeing to the northwest. I'm leaving her to you, Guinness."

"what?"

Wait, what do you mean by "handed it over to him"? Mr. Kuromon, do you have a slight misunderstanding about his combat abilities?

Fanze Zhenren firmly refused, saying his life was more important: "No way! The other side is a professional assassin, I'm just an intelligence agent, Butbel!"

"Guinness, relax."

Kuromon Haruya moved the equally wailing phone away to protect her hearing. "That assassin has a concussion and isn't very smart. You can easily subdue him."

"And I'm on my way here now."

Can he really do it? Fanze Zhenren looked down at his hands and couldn't help but doubt himself.

Of the trio, Mr. Aso has already carried out countless missions, and Mr. Kuromon is said to be very skilled in physical combat. Only he has no real combat experience except for being beaten up by his coach.

But after that arduous training, he may no longer be the same weak and ambitious country youth he once was.

Keep it up, Fanze Zhenren! As long as you get motivated, you'll definitely succeed...

"It's not a matter of motivation at all. My pistol application hasn't even been approved yet, how could I possibly win a fight?!"

He genuinely thought it was just a simple post-dinner walk-up; who would go out for a fight with a professional hitman after eating cake on their birthday?

Kuromon Haruya's conscience occasionally flared up; after all, it was he who had insisted on recruiting Hanze into the organization on a whim, and asking a blank slate to stand by and do nothing was too much to ask.

"Okay then, you'll follow my orders during the battle. Just keep her there until I get there."

"Ok!"

Master Fanze didn't expect him to agree so quickly. He decided to stop while he was ahead and get everything ready so as not to hold him back.

The commercial district is bustling with people at night, and the brightly lit streets and dilapidated factory buildings form a stark contrast, clearly distinguishing one from the other.

Maya Tachibana ran wildly down the cold concrete road. She looked back, but couldn't see any other figures in the shadowy jungle of steel bars.

Just a hair's breadth away! Once we leave the factory area, we can use the intricate network of alleyways to shake off that person!

Master Fanze breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the disheveled figure with unsteady steps, his confidence gradually returning.

The tripwire traps have been set up, and the key areas have been properly protected; all that's left is to take action.

The moment the target lost his balance, Masato Hanzawa grabbed a steel pipe he had picked up nearby and strode towards him. Seeing the danger, Maya Tachibana rolled several times, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Another man in black!

The force of the steel pipe hitting the ground was unpleasant, and the violent vibrations made Fan Ze's forearm ache.

Taking advantage of the fact that the previous attack on Sawa was still ineffective and lacked stamina, Tachibana Maya staggered to her feet, pulled out the iron wire from the necklace, and pounced.

On the rooftop behind Masato Hanazawa, Haruya Kuromon sat with the crows and gave instructions: "Release your left hand, raise your arm to block the line, knock her down in the opposite direction, and use the organization's fighting techniques."

"Imagine her as Shinichi Kudo running away."

Kudo Shinichi!

The world in his eyes suddenly became clear and slowed down. Fanze Zhenren calmed his previously chaotic thoughts and surrendered his body to the muscle memory formed by training.

He feigned a swing attack, aiming for the moment his left arm blocked the wire. Using his foot as a pivot, he twisted his hips and pushed off the ground, delivering a powerful blow to the enemy's waist and abdomen, causing Tachibana Maya to lose her strength and fall to the ground.

Just in case, Fanze Zhenren took the steel pipe and hit her a few more times, only feeling relieved after confirming that she had lost consciousness.

Guinness, are you alright?

Kuromon Haruya glanced at the panting Hanzawa Masato and casually helped him tie up the spoils of war.

"Well, I'm fine."

Fanze Zhenren wiped the cold sweat from his chin, his pupils constricted with excitement, and even his breathing involuntarily became heavier:

"In fact, the feeling of defeating Shinichi Kudo is surprisingly exhilarating!"

The experience of defeating an opponent releases the resentment that has been building up inside, leaving both body and mind feeling refreshed!

"That's great." Kuromon Haruya looked at him and smiled gently, his eyes narrowed.

Fanze Zhenren squatted on the ground, covering his face in excitement for a few seconds. After calming down, he stood up and put on a bright and confident smile:

"If this continues, one day I'll be able to kill that guy with my own hands!"

Haruya Kuromon: "Eh, but Shinichi Kudo is also my target."

"Hahaha, then Butber, you'd better worry!"

In the dimly lit industrial area, two dark figures dragged a suspiciously heavy object, chatting and laughing under the moonlight.

Forgotten in the factory ruins, Kogoro Mouri could only hold his phone, which was almost out of battery, and wait for his daughter and the kid to take him home.

...

"So, is this why you dragged a man and a woman to my safe house? Butbell, and Guinness too."

Gin sat with his legs crossed on the chair in the safe house.

His face was gloomy, and the Beretta in his left hand swayed from side to side, as if choosing a lucky target for his master tonight.

Kuromon Haruya and Hanze sat upright with their heads down, squeezed onto the sofa opposite him, as obedient as two little chicks.

Vodka turned his face away, silently mourning for the two newcomers who had just run into their older brother's bad luck.

Even the King of Hell wouldn't dare disturb my sleeping brother!

Gin, suppressing his anger, slowly ground the cigarette butt with his canine teeth: "Who gave you this address?"

“Mr. Sugarred”.

Kuromon Haruya never expected to run into Gin, who was returning to the safe house to rest. In order to protect his identity and the criminal, he immediately betrayed Kurokawa Kagemitsu.

"Hmph, with Sugrid as your babysitter, you must be having a lot of fun."

Compared to his usual self, Gin's eyes were unusually calm and indifferent in this state, which sent chills down one's spine.

Sogrid whiskey, what little tricks is this dead rat up to now?

If these two weren't codenamed members with absolutely clean backgrounds, he would have shot them both long ago and put them to eternal sleep.

Gin glanced at Kuromon Haruya, then changed the subject: "And you, Butbell. After being boiled in lukewarm water for too long, can you still remember why you joined the organization?"

What was Mr. Kuromon's purpose in joining the organization?

Fanze Zhenren quietly turned his head, but before he could even glance at Heimen Yaoye, he was startled by the killing intent emanating from his side.

“I’ve endured this for seventeen years, so what’s a little more time?”

Kuromon Haruya lowered his eyes to conceal his emotions, his gentle voice transforming into a venomous snake flicking its tongue in the darkness, slowly coiling around his breath.

"I'll do anything for the clues to the massacre of the Black Gate clan seventeen years ago, the massacre that ruined my life."

Gin pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, forcing him to look up.

Intense malice turned the emerald green in those eyes into a dark green, and the emptiness in their depths seemed intent on dragging all life into this quagmire.

This is the look in the eyes of a pathetic person who has been immersed in despair for a long time.

Gin removed his beloved Beretta and sneered, "Vodka, send those two materials to other research institutes. You two can get out of here."

"Okay big brother."

Vodka pulled down his sunglasses, carefully examined the two rare survivors, and then dragged Tachibana Maya and his employer Yuda out the door.

Heimen Yaoye opened and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was once again that gentle and kind rising star photographer.

They bowed to Gin and then left the safe house.

Since he was wide awake, Gin decided to clean up some insects. He put on his trench coat and looked at Sogrid's mailbox: "Heh, a cleanup mission for the Black Gate Clan. I don't recall ever leaving any survivors."

Masato Hanazawa and Haruka Kuromon walked silently along the Beika shopping street at night.

“Mr. Kuromon,” Masato Fanzawa broke the silence first, “I don’t know what you’ve been through in the past, but I will always be there to support you, just like Mr. Kuromon supported me.”

"Mr. Fanze, thank you..."

Kuromon Haruya looked sadly at the shop next to her and let out a long sigh to ease the slight pain in her conscience.

Unlike Gin and Vermouth, Masato Hanazawa is like a warm and comforting little cotton-padded jacket, a very caring and inspiring good kid!

Following Kuromon Haruya's gaze, Hanzawa Masato looked at the sign of a shop next to him—"Pet Love" Pet Shop.

In the shop's outer display window, several fluffy puppies were playfully biting each other's tails, their carefree manner melting the hearts of passersby.

These little guys are sure to make Mr. Kuromon happy!

On a sudden inspiration, Fanze Zhenren grabbed Heimon Yaoye and dashed into the pet shop:

"It's still my birthday today, and after witnessing Gin's ruthless side, I should cleanse my soul with these images! Let's go!"

You mean you use a puppy instead of Gin every time you see him?

Before Kuromon Haruya could even comprehend Hanzawa Masato's thought process, he was taken to a pet shop he almost never set foot in again.

Oh no, I forgot about Mr. Kuromon's special physique!

The little animals that were originally jumping around in their cages all fell silent the moment Kuromon Haruya approached.

Inside the enclosure, pets ranging from hamsters to sled dogs and fighting dogs were all doing their best to squeeze into the far corner of the cage, trying to flatten themselves into a pancake shape.

Fortunately, they weren't ostracized, because the shop assistant was busy trying to save a goldfish that had suddenly started swimming on its back in the tank.

"I'm sorry, I forgot—" Fanze Zhenren cried out in a drawn-out voice, feeling so guilty that he was about to commit seppuku.

Yoruichi helped him up and comforted him, "Shouldn't I be the one apologizing? It's okay, I'm used to it."

Fanze Zhenren, you should have taken Mr. Heimen to the Special Pet Shop to choose a crow!

Just as Fan Ze was regretting his negligence, a pure white, fluffy figure in the corner of the shop caught his attention.

Its fluffy, cloud-like white fur surrounds its body, and just being near it makes you feel as if you can taste the sweetness of childhood.

When those eyes, more captivating than pink pearls, looked at him, Fanze Zhenren had a delusional feeling that he was its entire world.

Despite its fear, it still retains its innocent and adorable demeanor, trying to proclaim its sacred love to the world.

"Has Mr. Hanzawa taken a liking to this Pomeranian?"

Bathed in the gaze of the shop assistant, Kuromon Haruya had no choice but to wake up Hanzawa Masato, who seemed to be trapped in some kind of illusion.

"Homare Taro, what a lovely name."

Fanze Zhenren recited the name of the white Pomeranian almost like an aria.

Anyone who saw his expression would say: This kid is finished, he's really in deep trouble.

In Kuromon Haruya's opinion, this little dog was no different from any other ordinary little dog, except that it dared to face itself.

"Ouch?"

Feeling a powerful sense of oppression, Hiromi Taro looked at him, and in his terror, he accidentally bit his pink tongue: "Ouch, ouch!"

It's probably the cutest creature in the world.

"No, I can't face this incredibly cute puppy anymore! My heart is wavering!"

Kuromon Haruya covered her eyes, turned around, and intended to get away from this Pomeranian with terrifying and alluring magic.

However, a soft, warm gaze, peering curiously through the glass, fell upon his back, making it impossible for Kurokawa Haruya to move an inch.

"Mr. Kuromon, please take me with you! My heart is about to stop moving forward!"

As Masato Hanzawa shouted, his body moved involuntarily step by step toward the display window of Taro Hiromi.

Heimen Yaoye took a step back, Fanze took a step forward, then stepped back again, and then stepped forward again.

Finally, the shop assistant, unable to bear the two male college students' antics any longer, asked aggressively, "Gentlemen, are you looking to buy a pet?"

Masato Hanazawa/Haruya Kuromon: "Buy!"

By the time Kuromon Haruya came to her senses, they were already sitting on the carpet in F402, carrying Pomitaro and a whole bunch of pet toys.

But as expected, even after Piro Taro regained his senses, he was still incredibly cute!