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

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

A faint vibration came from the crevice of the mattress. Kuromon Haruya pulled out the Junior Detective League badge that he had knocked aside and answered a message.

"Great, it's finally connected." Conan's relieved voice came from the badge.

Kuromon Haruya held the badge in his right hand and opened his phone with his left to check intelligence.

According to records from the Japanese Immigration Bureau, the Kudo couple arrived in Tokyo by plane the day before yesterday afternoon and checked into room 301 of the Beika Hotel.

Of course, all of this intelligence was obtained by stealing system information.

Yusaku Kudo is a world-renowned mystery novelist. Considering that the organization had no need to alert them, Haruya Kuromon had always used online tracking to monitor them.

But this couple really had some fun. It wasn't enough to just tease their son; they actually wanted to impersonate members of the organization at their headquarters in Tokyo.

In that case, he'll have to give the two of them a belated Christmas gift!

Despite thinking this to herself, Kuromon Yoya's tone remained unchanged in concern: "I just received a text message from Ran. What's going on with your mother?"

"That's what I wanted to say. My identity has probably been discovered."

Unaware that his parents were being targeted, Conan walked along the wall, constantly on guard against possible pursuit.

"A member of that organization just came to the office, impersonated Conan Edogawa's mother, kidnapped me, and accurately revealed my identity as Shinichi Kudo."

"The organization has found you! Shinichi, are you alright?"

Kuromon Haruya exclaimed as she opened the door and went to F403 to choose her performance costume for the upcoming show.

A medium-sized chainsaw? Too powerful; pepper spray? Interesting but might lower one's image; a thick-lens camera? A bit amateurish…

"Yes, I just escaped in the chaos."

Thankfully, they didn't attack the Mori family on the spot. I need to go back there now to check on the professor's safety.

Conan rubbed his frozen red fingers, leaned against the corner of the wall and calmed himself down: "Brother Kuromon, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Make up any excuse and take Xiaolan and the others to a safe place. If you don't hear from me in three days, explain the situation to them and seek help from the police."

"I'm sorry, Shinichi, I can't grant this request."

Hearing Haruya Kuromon's refusal, Conan was somewhat surprised, but he could also understand it with a bittersweet feeling.

If it weren't for his own oversight, Brother Heimen wouldn't have had to deal with the organization's danger. He's barely able to take care of himself now, let alone move others...

"As the adult who took you in, I can't let you face danger alone."

Finally selecting a baton from the item box, Kuromon Haruya grumbled contentedly at the badge:

"I'll help Uncle Mori, but after that, it'll be time for us to fight together. No shirking responsibility; it wouldn't be good if I acted on my own."

"Brother Heimen!"

Despite the looming danger, Conan was no longer as dejected as before. Although Kuromon could be a bit stubborn at times, the feeling of fighting side by side was quite nice.

"Really... Well, then I'll leave them to you! I'll be at the doctor's house soon, so let's keep in touch."

With a smile, Conan hung up the call and slipped the badge into the inner pocket that Ran had specially sewn for him, waiting for Professor Agasa to return.

In the alley behind him, his biological mother, Yukiko Kudo, was holding a handkerchief smeared with ether, waiting for her chance to strike.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the peace, Kuromon Haruya, wearing the same disguise he wore when he and Hanzawa were fighting the black marketeers, stood by the door of the Mori Agency.

"Brother Kuromon, thank you so much."

Ran Mouri, holding two five-day luxury travel vouchers, watched as her father quickly packed his luggage.

Kuromon Haruya scratched the back of his head apologetically: "I'm really sorry to have brought you this soon-to-expire travel voucher. I hope I haven't caused you any trouble?"

Kogoro Mori, who had packed his bags in just over ten minutes, put his arm around someone's shoulder and laughed heartily:

"How could that be! This is a five-day travel voucher that's completely free, with the highest standard of food, drinks, accommodation, and transportation. We're so grateful to you."

Money isn't everything, but it can solve most problems. Using the travel vouchers he obtained through his financial power, Kuromon Haruya bid farewell to the Mori father and daughter and arrived at the black Mazda that was already parked by the roadside.

"Conan has cut off contact, Gin has gone on vacation to Hawaii, and Kagemitsu has kept Vermouth occupied. Preparations are complete, so now it's time for the main event."

For Haruya Kuromon, there are only two people in the Red Team who can be considered a threat: Tsutomu Akai, an ace agent from MI6, and Yusaku Kudo, who can be called the pinnacle of deduction.

The former's position was naturally opposed to the organization's. Due to a lack of experience at the time, even though a tight net had been laid in advance, the organization still failed to capture the other party by taking advantage of the Haneda case, leaving behind hidden dangers.

The latter is different. Over the years, Yusaku Kudo's attitude towards the organization has always been to keep to himself, adhering to the three principles of not taking initiative, not paying attention, and not interfering.

Even if they unexpectedly bump into each other at certain events, they will deliberately avoid interacting and maintain a semblance of calm.

If their biological son, Shinichi Kudo, hadn't been drugged and shrunk, the couple might have planned to never contact the organization again.

"If I want to completely deceive Yusaku Kudo, I must first deceive myself."

Yoruichi Kuromon adjusted the rearview mirror inside the car, calmly gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar face reflected in it, meeting his gaze.

"My name is Kuromon Haruya, and I am twenty-six years old. I am the sole survivor of the Tottori Prefecture massacre seventeen years ago, and also a victim of the Miyano couple's experiments."

Taking advantage of that experimental accident, I escaped the organization and was adopted by a distant relative, but my body developed a strange chronic disease due to the experiment.

When I came of age, I went to Italy to study while working part-time, but my classmates and I encountered the Mafia and lost all our relatives and friends as a result.

After completing my studies in a daze, I returned to Japan to settle down, where I met the turning point in my life—Shinichi Kudo, a high school detective who had shrunk due to an unknown drug.

At first, I was just acting out of a sense of responsibility as an adult, occasionally looking after this young detective who was in danger.

After risking my life time and time again, I gradually came to see protecting Conan as my mission and a way to redeem myself from the past.

By helping him, perhaps I, who was once helpless, will also be saved?

Hold on tight, and the bright future won't slip through your fingers again, right?

"My chance encounter with Mr. Kurokawa made me realize that I have a long-standing connection with the organization. For Conan's sake, and for the sake of the past, I decided to infiltrate the organization myself to find the answers."

Aside from being forced to get their hands dirty, everything is moving in a positive direction.

With each hypnotic command, the man's memories gradually receded into the background, relinquishing the stage.

"But today, things have been exposed."

He forcefully pinched his trembling fingertips, raised his head, and the gentleness in his eyes receded like the tide, leaving only a resolute killing intent.

"I will protect this last little hope in my life, no matter the cost."