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

The sharp, medium-sized injection tip pierces the soft skin, guiding the fresh bodily fluids from the blood vessels to the outside of the body.

The blood is filtered through a tube and then returned to the body, forming a unique in vitro blood testing method for immortals.

Although he was no longer afraid of needles, Haruya Kuromon still habitually covered his eyes, only turning back with a grimace after the analyzer was started:

"Show me the analysis results of Gin and Vermouth."

Three identical test reports, but with different handwriting, were taken from the safe and handed to him.

The physiological data of several immortals in the organization were handled as top secret, and only the corresponding paper handwritten versions of the test reports were kept, which were burned immediately after being read by Heimen Yaoye.

Kuromon Haruya took out a pair of slightly worn, round-bottomed, purple women's glasses from her leather bag, put them on, and began analyzing the report's results:

Cellular activity is stable; injury recovery speed is stable; perception of different levels of pain is stable…

Compared with the previous data, starting from a certain point, the slowly rising curve gradually stabilized.

Kuromon Haruya touched the corner of his mouth, revealing a rare, genuine smile:

"Just as I suspected! Since the beginning of Conan Year One, the physiological assimilation process of the Elixir of Immortality has gradually stagnated, and its development has been inhibited..."

"Hehehe, Shinichi Kudo, you truly live up to your reputation as the legendary silver bullet!"

Raising his hand to cover his face, Kuromon Haruya let half of his body fall off the operating table, trembling as he chuckled softly.

The intense emotions permeated the environment; the LED light panel on the ceiling, with its fixed lighting frequency, flickered and shone continuously amidst the laughter.

Beep, beep!

The analyzer that detected the results beeped twice, barely allowing Haruka Kuromon to return to the present.

"Oh, no."

He stood up, adjusting his glasses which were about to slip off, closed his eyes, and channeled the gentleness and depth from his memory, his voice becoming soft and soothing:

"According to the setting, 'that man' is still unable to escape the influence of Miyano Elena's personality."

Fortunately, Jingguang wasn't here; it would have been quite troublesome to add background information after the scene ended.

The servants, heads bowed and awaiting orders, stood rooted to the spot, completely unresponsive to their master's flawlessly executed acting, as if casting pearls before swine.

Cautiously bypassing the group of zombies, "Elena Miyano" approached the instrument's screen, flipping through the collected data page by page, her brow furrowed in deep thought:

"How strange? Since the growth of the dependents has been slowed down, why is this man's factor level still increasing so rapidly?"

After being absorbed by that man, "Elena Miyano" remained lurking on the surface of his consciousness, only able to temporarily control his body when he needed it.

"What a terrifying ability. After my body perishes, my consciousness and experiences can still remain in another body."

Every time she is led out of this situation, "Elena Miyano" is horrified.

If not every soul that is seized interferes with the main consciousness, perhaps this man would have become an omniscient and omnipotent monster!

Taking advantage of the break time, "Elena Miyano" grabbed her cell phone from her pocket and dialed that number.

Just like she had experienced it a thousand times before, she realized that her alter ego was rebelling. Heavy pressure was pressing down on the top of her head, and the excruciating pain made her grunt incessantly.

Please, this is the only time you absolutely have to get through…!

"What information?" The call connected, and a calm and collected voice sounded in her ear.

"Help, Shiho, Silver... Aaaaaaah!"

Listening to the message the woman on the other end of the line managed to squeeze out amidst her pain, Shuichi Akai hung up the phone and opened his notes app.

Judy, who was standing nearby, caught the wine glass that she almost dropped and shattered, and curiously leaned closer: "Shuichi, what was that wailing that sounded like a female ghost?"

"I'd say I'm... an assistant within the organization."

As he flipped up the page, Shuichi Akai looked at the first record, dated exactly two years ago, the day he returned to Japan after his defection.

When he first received this mysterious call, he thought it was a prank due to a leak of information.

He's an FBI agent, but that doesn't mean he'd be willing to be woken up in the middle of the night to hear terrifying screams.

However, a week after he blocked the harassing number, the same call request bypassed the FBI system and woke him up again from his rest!

From that moment on, realizing something was amiss, Hideaki Akai began to slowly investigate the origins and meaning of this midnight curse.

A year ago, with the help of the technical department, he was finally able to confirm that this was a secret accomplice from the organization's upper echelons, who was trying to rebel against the organization at a huge cost.

Based on these clues, the FBI has foiled several organized plots in the United States.

No matter how hard Morofushi Kagemitsu thought about it, he would never have known that the frequent failures of his subordinates back then were not only due to undercover agents, but also because his own boss had dug the pit for him.

Having already taken off his glasses, Kuromon Haruya took a deep breath, his face full of satisfaction: "Trouble with Rye is so relaxing!"

Holding the data analyzed by "Elena Miyano", Haruya Kuromon put her glasses back into the sealed bag and ended her day's activities.

...

In Beika Town, where winter has already arrived, people who are still sleeping in late under the cold sunlight open their doors, putting away the festive atmosphere that only comes once a year and returning to their daily lives.

Yoruichi Kuromon was naturally not among them; eight o'clock in the morning was the best time to fall asleep!

Good morning, Brother Kuromon!

On the sidewalk, Ran Mouri, dressed in a high school girl's uniform, waves, looking youthful and beautiful.

"Brother Heimen, it's rare to see you up this early."

Even in winter, this man's true nature remains unchanged. Conan Edogawa, a staunch supporter of shorts, greets Haruya Kuromon while wearing his elementary school uniform.

Conan adjusted his shoulder strap, which had slipped due to the weight, and watched as large beads of sweat rolled down his face as the camera approached from afar.

"Aww—Good morning, Conan, Ran."

Kuromon Haruya rubbed his eyes, yawned, and started to feel sleepy right there in the street: "You still have to go to school? I feel like you only go a few days a year."

"Heimen-ge, you didn't sleep at all, did you!"

Shinichi Kudo, who already found dealing with elementary school students irritating, became even more furious seeing Kuromon's expression of utter astonishment, as if he'd seen a giant panda.

"The coat is the same style as yesterday, but because of all the activity throughout the day, the wrinkles on the clothes are quite obvious."

Although your hairstyle has been styled, the proportions are still the same as yesterday, with a unique feature: distinctive sideburns that don't usually appear behind your ears!

"Wow, the great detective guessed right!" Kuromon Haruya muttered, patting Conan's head in encouragement. "As expected of Kudo, the so-called Japanese Sherlock Holmes, waaaaaah!"

"Shh-"

Conan, thinking of his own life, leaped up and, as if possessed by a monkey, quickly climbed onto Haruya Kuromon and covered her mouth.

What did Kuromon do last night to be so sleepy? Seriously, being on the road like that is a threat to everyone!

"Conan, stop being naughty!" Ran Mouri grabbed Conan and looked at him expectantly. "Kuromon-kun, what did you say?"

"I mean, no wonder you're a loyal fan of Shinichi Kudo!"

Barely regaining consciousness, Kuromon Haruya patted her face and made an excuse to quickly run back to her apartment:

"My Christmas delivery looks like it's about to arrive, I'm off! Remember to come pick up your present this afternoon!"

Looking at the black gate running like a snake through the night, Xiaolan sighed with great understanding, "What a hard-working person."

Conan puffed out his cheeks: When I was a high school detective staying up all night solving cases, you never praised me like this!

"Oh no, I'll be late for school if I don't hurry!"

Ran Mouri, perfectly ignoring the sour look in Conan's eyes, mimicked Haruya Kuromon's gesture, grabbed Conan, and ran quickly towards Teitan Elementary School.

As a top student at school, it would be bad if she were caught skipping class!

When Kuromon Haruya woke up from her sleep, it was already close to lunchtime.

An unread message lay in his inbox:

I knocked on the door but no one answered. I guessed that you might still be sleeping, so I didn't disturb you.

Just now, Conan's mother came to pick him up and take him home. I'll come back to collect Conan's Christmas present after I get their contact information.

From Ran Mouri