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

The lush, ancient forest stretches out beyond the trail, forming a verdant sea of ​​clouds. Occasionally, a mountain breeze blows, and birds flit between the sky and the sea, carried by the air currents.

Holding his beloved camera, Yoruichi Kuromon covered his mouth and couldn't help but yawn again.

Conan turned around and looked at the exhausted-looking person, feeling helpless: "Kuromon-kun, you stayed up all night watching movies again?"

Haruya Kuromon aimed at the squirrel perched on a branch above his head and pressed the shutter: "That's called gathering material. I'm drawing inspiration for my next photographic work."

As a professional photographer, Haruya Kuromon spends a lot of time analyzing other films and television shows to learn about their composition and techniques.

If that were all, Conan might still believe his story, but...

"Was it inspired by something like the deadly 100-headed shark?"

Watching high-quality classic movies can cultivate one's character, but is watching "The Hundred-Headed Shark" meant to make a "Nine-Headed Bird" movie?

Haruya Kuromon lowered the camera, focusing it on Conan Edogawa, and earnestly advised, "Conan, don't let your aesthetic sense become fixed."

"While works that are widely recognized are certainly excellent, everyone has their own unique talent. Being in one environment for a long time will only subtly shape a person, rather than making them a shaper."

It turns out that it's not just detectives; people in other professions also need to be highly vigilant about their environment at all times.

Conan nodded as if he understood, and continued to ponder the matter in his mind.

Having managed to seduce the incessantly chattering corgi, Haruya Kuromon turned her head and listened with delight to the sounds of nature.

Actually, there's only one reason he watches bad movies—he's too idle since he's left the organization and has nothing to do.

"Huh, that's strange."

Ran Mouri looked at the unchanging scenery along the trail and checked the map in her hand again and again. "The villa should be in this area."

Upon hearing this, Conan looked at Qingmei suspiciously: "Could it be that we've taken the wrong turn somewhere?"

Ran Mouri, who had been quite confident, looked at the surrounding mountains and suddenly became uncertain: "I did follow the map carefully, why don't you take a look, Kuromon-kun?"

Taking the map from her, Yoruichi Kuromon pondered for a moment as he looked at the "picture".

As an outdoor hiking enthusiast, Heimen in his previous life was known by his friends as a human GPS navigator, able to perfectly align himself with the map when guiding the way.

But after transmigrating to this world, not to mention the accuracy of navigation, he could even get lost on his way home from the supermarket. If it weren't for the crows acting as his eyes and ears, his daily life would be impossible.

Despite his best efforts, Kuromon Haruya still couldn't find his destination and obediently handed the map back.

"I trust your judgment, Xiaolan!"

As the price for encouraging Ran with a smile, half an hour later, Conan gripped the map in his hand and looked excitedly at the villa that had been missing during the trip.

This is a modern-style villa. Its gray-blue exterior blends the building into the natural landscape, creating a beautiful and peaceful atmosphere. The off-white railing on the second floor, like lace trim, adorns the villa and brightens the scene.

In front of the villa's courtyard is a deep and wide cliff, with only a suspension bridge as a passageway to welcome guests.

"Look, there seems to be someone on the bridge."

Ran Mouri pointed ahead, where a figure draped in a black cloak was walking slowly across the suspension bridge.

Hearing the sound, the man in black turned around, and a face tightly wrapped in bandages appeared before their eyes!

Click! Even before the bandaged monster could act, it was the camera in Kuromon Haruya's hand that made a move.

Like a mummy made from a living person, the strange man, upon seeing them, took heavy, twisting steps and rushed into the forest behind the villa.

Ran Mouri tried to forget the plot of the horror movie, staring at the direction where the strange man disappeared: "That...that person couldn't have been one of our companions from the villa, could he?"

"He looks like a serial killer from a bad movie."

Kuromon Haruya thought of the movie "The Mystery of the Bandage: The Curse of the Monster" that she had watched a few days ago.

"It must just be a coincidence."

Conan, who hasn't yet seen any more outlandish costumes, is equally unsettled.

When the three of them arrived at the villa, Sonoko Suzuki first complained a little, then expressed her longing for youthful love, but no one responded.

"What's wrong with you all? You look so listless! That was a romantic encounter!"

Sonoko Suzuki was a little puzzled. Conan was one thing, but why were Ran and Kuromon also so uninterested?

Ran Mouri took the camera and showed the strange man on the suspension bridge: "Sonoko, the boy you were talking about who's got good qualities, you wouldn't mean this, would you?"

"Ugh—what is this? It looks so creepy!"

Sonoko Suzuki grabbed Haruya Kuromon's arm, turned her head away, and refused to look at him a second time.

Kuromon Haruya pointed to the background of the photo: "We just met them in front of the suspension bridge at the villa. They must live nearby."

"It looks so suspicious." As the photo drew closer, Sonoko Suzuki let go of him and instead took Ran's arm, playfully changing the subject:

"You must be tired after walking for so long. The room is on the second floor, and we've already reserved one for you."

After explaining the situation, Sonoko Suzuki quickly slipped away, leaving Ran Mouri powerless to reach out.

"So, he really was a serial killer..."

Watching the walking clue machine escape, Kuromon Haruya could only look at Mouri Ran expectantly with the photo in his hand.

As a dutiful leader of the organization, he barely remembered any plot points unrelated to the organization.

"Haha, let's stop talking about that and hurry up and pack our bags!"

Ran Mouri, carrying her backpack, leaped up to the second floor, trying her best to shake off those terrifying speculations.

The two men who had been abandoned exchanged a glance, resigned themselves to their fate, and dragged themselves up to the second floor.

Passing by Ran Mouri's room, Haruya Kuromon grabbed the somewhat clueless detective who instinctively ran inside and opened the door at the end of the corridor:

"Wait, Conan, you should be sleeping in the same room as me."

Conan: "Eh—"

Ran Mouri blushed, clasped her hands together, and gave Conan an apologetic smile: "Kuromon-kun, I'm counting on you for Conan!"

Ignoring Conan's resistance, Haruya Kuromon carefully removed Conan's claws from the doorframe one by one, her expression firm and reliable.

"Well, Xiaolan, you can go and find love without worry."

Conan, arms crossed, nestled on the bed: "Kuromon-kun, what are you doing all of a sudden?!"

Why are you in such a hurry to pull him away? It's like he's clinging to Xiaolan!

Haruya Kuromon had long seen through Conan's rosy-cheeked disguise. Although his body had shrunk, his mind was still that of a high school boy with budding romantic feelings.

He walked to the window and gestured for Conan to observe the room's layout: "Don't act rashly just because Ran's room has two beds. Sonoko and the others are very considerate in assigning us two double rooms. There's a difference between men and women, and Ran is already a young woman."

"Or rather, Shinichi Kudo, are you already prepared to confess to her?"

Shinichi Kudo: ...

"...Seriously, Brother Kuromon, stop teasing me."

Shinichi Kudo turned his head and looked at those slender, short legs: "The current Shinichi Kudo needs power-enhancing shoes even to play soccer, and he's also gotten into trouble with the Black Organization."

I have to be responsible for everyone who has been by my side, at least until I'm qualified to stand by Xiaolan's side again!

Shinichi Kudo clenched his fist, and with it, he clenched the fighting spirit within him that would never cease to resist.

Haruya Kuromon read out his name: "Shinichi Kudo".

"Hmm?" Conan looked up and responded to his ally.

"Just like the movie theory I mentioned, even if Conan becomes part of your daily life, don't let the image solidify you and make you forget who you really are."

A cool mountain breeze swept through the room, and the solemn scrutiny of Kuromon Haruya vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle teasing in his eyes.

"The day when Shinichi Kudo returns will surely come."