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

The screen, which occupies the entire wall, is divided into several images, showing close-ups of the crying woman's expression from multiple camera angles.

"Boss, this is Sherry's behavior record during her confinement."

In the private lounge, Kuromon Haruya took the file handed to him by the black-clad waiter and flipped through it page by page with his legs crossed.

Basic Information: Shiho Miyano, female, 19 years old

Recording period: December 1, 1994 – present

The number of times mandatory cooling-off measures were taken this month decreased to 2, a significant reduction compared to previous months.

The goal is to have a normal intake of three meals a day, with occasional loss of appetite requiring dietary monitoring, a lower demand for quality of life, and a reduced level of self-management.

During daily activities, the patient frequently experiences inattention and low mood, and has been accidentally bumped or knocked over 37 times due to lack of energy; the patient also occasionally cries and has seizures at night, indicating some sleep disturbances.

During his repatriation to the laboratory, he continued to refuse to take on any experiments or research, his sharpness in certain areas of expertise decreased, and he showed signs of memory decline.

Conclusion: Codename member Shirley has no subjective will to survive, no desire to resist or seek revenge, and exhibits a certain degree of self-destructive tendency, which may develop into the middle stage of depression.

Heimen Yaoye rubbed his temples and poured himself a full glass of vodka: "Sherry's mind is one of the organization's most valuable assets. We can't let pressure become an obstacle to her research and development."

Starting today, we will change the training program. The supervisory team will temporarily stop applying pressure, change the atmosphere and music in the living quarters to normal settings, add antidepressant ingredients to the diet, but prohibit the use of psychiatric medications.

Once her mental state improves, gradually loosen your control over Sherry, creating opportunities for her to steal APTX-4869. "Take me to the research institute later."

"Yes, ma'am." The waiter gave a few instructions into the earpiece and then replied, "The carriage is ready and we can depart at any time."

Through the organization's brainwashing program, these waiters' original personalities were almost completely erased, turning them into tools devoid of both intelligence and humanity.

There is only one way to become a waiter: voluntarily sell your life for money.

The organization has a recruitment notice posted internally for years: as long as you are a healthy adult with normal intelligence, regardless of gender, age, or health condition, you can exchange your life for a considerable sum of money.

If it weren't for the limited number of recruits, the organization's funding would have been dragged down by the number of applicants.

Back when the Japanese Public Security Bureau sent infiltrators, they almost mistakenly reported Furuya Rei and Morofushi Kagemitsu to the waiter escort channel.

If he hadn't been so concerned about maintaining the plot and urgently notified the undercover agent in the high command of the Public Security Bureau, the Whiskey Team might have been stillborn!

Cough cough cough.

Bourbon glanced at Sogrid across the table, who was coughing at the same time as him, his expression grave.

Was Sogrid observing me all along? Was there some part of the operation that I missed?

Haruya Kuromon waved his hand, forcing himself to forget the days of patching up Conan's problems: "What about the other departments? What have they been up to lately?"

Waiter: "The research department is still working hard on lightning protection experiments, while the researchers in the biomedical department and the esteemed officials in the intelligence department are having a Christmas dinner."

The surveillance footage switched to the banquet hall of Base Two.

In contrast to the drab and austere decor of the operations department, a group of stylishly dressed men and women sat at a long table in the magnificent banquet hall, enjoying a sumptuous French meal.

A freshly cut medium-sized Christmas tree stood in the corner of the banquet hall, adorned with gold and red ribbons bearing the logos of luxury brands, creating a scene of decadent glamour.

"... "

As Kuromon Haruya switched camera positions, Kurokawa Kagemitsu, whom he had asked to cut costs, was chatting with Rum's stand-in robot, opening another bottle of champagne in the process.

After a moment of silence, Kuromon Haruya picked up her phone and made a call:

"Gin, well, Merry Christmas. I've decided to give you another gift on short notice."

The location is the banquet hall at Tokyo Base 2. Remember to grab a Gatling gun from the armory before opening the gifts. Have fun!

After giving instructions on the impromptu program, Kuromon Haruya split the screen, switching between the Christmas special on Beika TV and the live footage of Gin's pursuit.

Amidst the delightful sounds of firecrackers, the members of the intelligence department worked together, sharing the joy of Christmas with the head of the operations department!

...

By the time the farce ended, it was already late at night.

At two in the morning, Beika Town is shrouded in darkness. It is a notorious crime city where any light in the night will attract mosquitoes eager for a taste.

The local elders have a saying: "The lights of the rice fields are the guiding stars for the police."

Nine times out of ten, people who turn on their lights late at night for no apparent reason are preparing for a murder.

Kuromon Haruya stood in the brightly lit research institute, appreciating the peace brought about by the organization's protection. At least as members of the Black Faction, they didn't have to fear the curse of Mika's murders…

what----

A terrified scream pierced through the research institute, casting a shadow of foreboding.

As the waiters forcibly led her out, Shiho Miyano looked up at Haruya Kuromon, whose smile had suddenly frozen.

Just now, this young man codenamed Butbel, along with a group of his men, woke her up from her sleep.

According to the man, the investigation into Akemi Miyano's betrayal has been completely concluded after the gentleman's approval. She has been cleared of suspicion and is now entitled to know the details of what happened.

“Mr. Butber, the accident happened inside that research institute. It appears that a researcher died from poisoning due to improper handling.”

The waiter who had gone to gather information came to them and described the general situation of the incident.

Following the waiter's direction, upon seeing the exact location of the crime, Shiho Miyano's pupils constricted, and she exclaimed in surprise:

"here it is…!"

Kuromon Haruya turned around, a gentle smile concealing a murderous intent: "Miss Sherry, is there something wrong with this place?"

Shiho Miyano shrank behind the waiter and nodded in reply, "Yes, this is the office of my previous research group. But because of me, the research should have been suspended."

Although Shiho Miyano was vague about the reason for the research being stopped, those present all knew the truth.

"It's okay, everyone has times when they don't want to work."

Kuromon Haruya feigned understanding and ordered the security personnel to secure the crime scene. "Then let's go take a look."

Upon arriving at the crime scene, a short, disheveled male researcher stood awkwardly at the doorway, stamping his feet and peering around.

"Ah, Team Leader Sherry!" Upon seeing Shiho Miyano, the researcher, on the verge of tears, almost wanted to throw himself at her feet and wail, but was prevented by security guards.

Fearing the security guards might take action, Shiho Miyano quickly explained, "This man is my deputy team leader, please don't hurt him!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not Gin."

Kuromon Haruya stepped past the deputy team leader and entered the scene.

On the pristine white floor tiles, a female researcher in a white lab coat lay sprawled. Her hands were tightly clutching her throat, her expression one of agonizing suffocation, a gruesome sight. Judging from the degree of rigor mortis, she had just died.

Around the deceased, a row of wooden test tube stands lay on the ground, with broken test tube fragments and liquid residue remaining nearby.

Just as Kuromon Haruya was about to step forward to examine the item, she heard Miyano Shiho loudly stop her from behind:

"Hey, if it's a leak of experimental drugs, direct contact could lead to poisoning!"

Although Shiho Miyano didn't want to care about the lives of these criminals, she might be implicated if a codenamed member died of poisoning in front of her.

The waiter, who had already gathered the information, stood on the periphery and reported: "The victim is a pharmaceutical handler for the research group. She has been working for the organization for three years, and according to the duty roster, she is on duty maintaining the equipment today."

The incident occurred just now. According to surveillance footage, the deputy team leader was chatting with a pharmacist when the latter suddenly collapsed from poisoning.

Kuromon Haruya dipped her finger in the medicine and put it in her mouth, savoring the unique, original taste of Drug A.

Shiho Miyano: !!!

“The toxin didn’t come from here. Bring the entire research team here and show me the surveillance footage.”

Are all the current members of this organization crazy?!

Thinking this, Shiho Miyano blurted out, "Do you know what you're doing?!"