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

"Brother Heimen, where are you—"

Almost half an hour has passed since Xiaolan was attacked, and there is still no trace of Heimen.

Conan gazed at the deep, boundless forest, his anxiety burning: Damn it, the villa's communication lines have also been cut off. Kuromon-san, you must be safe and sound!

Xiao Lan's scream alerted everyone. After everyone rushed back to the villa in a panic, they discovered that Brother Heimen had already disappeared.

As night fell, to prevent them from getting lost or being attacked again, the eight of them had to split into two teams to search the outskirts of the forest.

Xiaolan bit her lower lip and shouted loudly into the woods again, "Mr. Heimen—"

In the pitch-black shadows, besides the branches swaying wildly in the wind, there was only the faint, continuous cawing of crows in the distance.

Sonoko rubbed her rain-soaked coat, her face turning pale as if she were thinking of something: "Why are these crows cawing incessantly? It's so creepy. Could something have happened over there?"

Ran Mouri, relying on her excellent eyesight, pointed ahead; "I have a feeling something's getting closer over there..."

This size still restricts his field of vision too much. Even when Conan stood on tiptoe, his view was still mostly blocked.

Wow, wow—

As if in response to Sonoko's words, the mournful and eerie cries of crows grew louder and closer.

Then, two dark figures suddenly leaped out from the treetops and headed straight for the sky!

"ah!"

As Kuromon Haruya waved goodbye to the helpful crow who had given him directions, he saw Ran shielding Sonoko and Conan behind her, her aura half-open.

"We've finally found you!" The familiar voice, filled with joy, put their minds at ease.

Conan slipped past Ran and turned on his flashlight to carefully examine Haruya Kuromon's condition.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it; Kuromon Haruya's condition was unusually disheveled!

His non-prescription glasses were nowhere to be seen. Because his umbrella was missing, his clothes were almost completely soaked and clung to his skin. Worse still, the clothes were visibly torn and stained with mud and dirt—he looked like he'd barely escaped death!

"Hey, are you hurt?!" Conan circled around him, his previously relieved heart pounding again.

Kuromon Haruya hung the small silver whistle back around her neck and waved to reassure him, "I'm fine. I just got lost in the woods by accident, and I'm sorry to have worried everyone."

"Not long after Conan left, I ran into the bandaged stranger I'd encountered before. He was carrying a sharp axe, and I ran into the woods to escape, but then I couldn't find my way back..."

"Okay, we'll talk about that later. Let's hurry back to the villa!" Sonoko felt a pang of heartache as she looked at the water droplets dripping from his hair.

The temperature was low on a late autumn night. She could feel the chill seep into her bones just from getting her coat wet, let alone Kuromon Haruya, who was soaked to the bone.

Ran Mouri picked up Conan, helped Sonoko pull Haruya Kuromon along, and hurried towards the villa.

...

Having changed into her pajamas and wrapped in a blanket, Kuromon Haruya accepted the hot tea Conan offered and quietly stuffed her torn clothes into the trash can.

"Shinichi, I'm really not hurt. Didn't you check me?"

"You're lucky, Brother Heimen. Your clothes were torn to a terrible degree and you weren't injured."

Conan held up the unresponsive camera and said with pity, "Your camera just wasn't so lucky."

Not only the camera, but the cell phone was also destroyed. Kuromon Haruya, who had truly been resurrected from the ashes, looked at the camera, his heart bleeding as he tried to recover.

Of all the trees in the forest, it just so happened that one of them struck him while he was holding an umbrella—a once-in-forty-years occurrence!

"...Let's not talk about this sad thing anymore."

Kuromon Haruya took out a medicine bottle from a hidden compartment in his suitcase, took the cold medicine and medicine A together with water, and was extremely depressed.

The R&D department's schedule is still too relaxed. The high-strength electrical appliances they developed can't even protect against lightning. I'll have Gin put some pressure on them when I get back.

Conan stared at the medicine bottle in his hand, recalling the topic that had been skipped over by his morning grumpiness: "By the way, Kuromon-kun, what kind of chronic illness do you have?"

"The name of this disease is quite complicated. I only remember that it is a treatment for autoimmune diseases. There are no dietary restrictions. The patient just needs to keep a good mood."

Kuromon Haruya rubbed Conan's head as he searched through his mind, then led him out of the room: "Alright, it's time to go downstairs and discuss the case with everyone."

Unlike the layout on the left, the living room area on the right side of the second floor of the villa is connected to the first floor, making the space more spacious and grand. The Sonoko sisters live in the remaining area.

As a result, when Yoruichi Kuromon arrived in the corridor, he happened to run into Ryoichi Takahashi, who had just finished repairing the roof and was climbing the ladder back to the second-floor balcony of the living room.

Takahashi took off his raincoat, stood still, and greeted them: "Mr. Kuromon, are you feeling better?"

"Hmm." Kuromon Haruya sniffed, looking down at the crowd in the living room with a strange expression. "I have a feeling there's a bloody smell in the living room."

Takahashi clenched his fists, pretending to be nonchalant as he held onto the ladder: "They're probably defrosting meat in the kitchen."

"Really? It smells like very fresh meat."

Kuromon Haruya glanced meaningfully at his stomach, and just as Takahashi was about to lose his composure, he left the second floor at Suzuki Sonoko's call.

Kill that guy…

Kuromon Haruya felt the weak, powerless killing intent behind him, which felt like a massage, and let out a sneer.

"Brother Heimen, is the smell of blood real?"

Conan's expression was serious; he didn't dismiss his perception as a misperception. After all, Kuromon had helped him out of trouble in previous cases using his sense of smell.

Kuromon Haruya nodded solemnly: "The sound came from outside the villa. We'll notify everyone to be on guard later."

Haruya Kuromon: ?

"Conan, is there something on my face?"

Conan, who should have been actively discussing the case, was staring blankly at him, as if he had lost his internet connection.

Conan, realizing what was happening, awkwardly shrank back and smiled, "Kuromon-kun, I'm just a little unaccustomed to you not wearing your glasses."

Conan chose a conservative approach; in fact, when Haruya Kuromon isn't wearing his glasses, he's practically a different person when he's serious.

The unfiltered gaze fixed on him, sending chills down his spine, yet also a strange sense of familiarity he couldn't quite place...

Sonoko Suzuki didn't think that way. She was leaning on Ran's shoulder, clutching her heart as she excitedly took a picture.

Ayako Suzuki, used to her younger sister's personality, shrugged at Ran and then greeted everyone in the living room:

"Dinner is ready!"

Ota and Kakutani, who had been waiting patiently, arrived at the table and praised the steaming hot food. After Ran helped arrange the dishes, she immediately went over to check on Kuromon Haruya's condition.

Ota Katsu looked at Takahashi, who was still busy on the second floor, and reminded him with a smile, "Takahashi, if you don't come down and rummage through the dishes soon, they'll get cold!"

"I'm coming right away..." Upon seeing something, Takahashi's smile instantly turned into fear, and his facial muscles twitched.

"Who are you?!" A loud shout echoed through the living room.

He leaned on the railing, his face filled with terror, and shouted toward the dining table, "There seems to be someone by the window down below!"