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

The ruts at the crossroads, leading in all directions, blurred the line of sight. Kuromon Haruya paused for a few seconds before the intersecting snow tracks, then moved along the latest one.

Looking around at the undulating buildings, he scanned each one for possible clues, while secretly rejoicing:

The occupancy rate of this villa area is low, and there are only a dozen or so vehicle tracks on the snow, which are clear and sparse, making them easy to track.

"Ah!"

Rubbing his nose, which was already numb from the cold, he regretted not wearing the special action suit provided by the organization.

When they checked the fifth villa, Kuromon Haruya saw the dark green Honda in the courtyard.

The courtyard was filled with freshly fallen snow; apart from tire tracks, there were no other traces on the pristine white ground.

After a few casual warm-up exercises, Kuromon Haruya looked at the three-meter-high wall in front of him, took four steps back, and with the momentum of a running start, landed lightly and nimbly on the edge of the wall, which was no more than twenty centimeters wide.

He walked along the wall as if it were flat ground, observing the layout of the villa's defenses as he approached.

There were signs of activity on the first floor, and lights were on in a room near the inside on the second floor, where one could vaguely see people moving around.

During the search, Kuromon Haruya had already gotten a general idea of ​​the types of houses in this villa area from the layout of several uninhabited buildings.

The villa had no basement, and all the rooms on the first floor had windows connecting to the outside, making it unsuitable for housing hostages.

Stepping on the edge of the snow, Heimen Yaoye surveyed the various rooms on the first floor and found that the defenses here were surprisingly weak, with neither surveillance cameras nor anti-intrusion traps.

"Anyone who dares to do this is either an amateur, someone who is extremely confident in their abilities, or someone who is vodka."

Therefore, the location where Conan is hidden is most likely on the second floor. The staircase leading to the second floor in the villa is located at the innermost part, and there is only one of its kind.

Normally, without tools like grappling hooks, the only way to get to the second floor is through an inside assault.

But there are no ordinary people among the members of the organization!

Looking at the evergreen tree next to the villa, Kuromon Haruya made a calculation in his mind.

He lowered his head to adjust the tightness of his gloves, and then climbed the tree in a few steps using the same technique as before.

As a landscape plant, the tree species is not outstanding in terms of load-bearing capacity. As soon as Heimen Yaoye stood firmly, she could feel the branches under her feet gradually compressing and deforming under the weight.

crunch.

Without the slightest hesitation, he followed the planned route, using other branches to adjust his center of gravity, and slowly made his way towards the second floor with cat-like steps.

The balcony on the outer side of the second floor is an enclosed structure, without any decorative elements or eaves for support.

At this point, there is still some distance between the end of the branch and the wall, but judging from the feel of the ground, this is the furthest point where you can get some leverage.

"I hope my skills haven't deteriorated."

Looking at the wall 1.5 meters below him, he took a deep breath, leaned forward, and launched himself out of the spot!

The curved branches became springboards, and his slender body stretched and extended in mid-air, like a black panther that had wandered into the city under the moonlight.

The instant your fingers grip the window frame, your upper arm and core engage simultaneously, your body contracting and pushing against the wall. The entire sequence of movements is fluid and seamless!

If the codenamed members of the task force were lucky enough to witness this, they would understand why Gin assigned such a terrifying amount of tasks.

The Christmas missions of the action team were all right on the edge of each person's ability limit; the more average the ability level, the easier the corresponding mission.

Pulling open the window, Yoruichi Kuromon slipped into the dark balcony and immediately noticed Conan lying unconscious on the ground.

"Shinichi! Shinichi!"

He tried calling out softly, but received no response.

In a hazy drowsiness, Conan could vaguely hear someone calling him, but his consciousness was too heavy to wake up.

Just then, a sharp pain pierced through his fingers and forcefully broke through the darkness, bringing him back to reality!

"Ouch! Ugh! Ugh!"

Before he could even scream, a fist was shoved into Conan's mouth.

He looked closely and saw a man with light hair and green eyes dressed in black in the dark room, radiating murderous intent.

Isn't that Gin, that bastard?!

New and old grudges surged into his heart, and Conan opened his blood-red little mouth and bit down hard—

"Ouch!" My jaw, my jaw is going to dislocate!

The material, made from a blend of fibers and cowhide, is tough and durable. When Conan took a bite, it felt no different from biting a rubber ball.

"Don't bite, don't bite, it's me, Shinichi." Seeing Conan's tooth-grinding expression, Kuromon Haruya immediately moved his hand away to show his purpose.

"Brother Heimen, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Just as Conan was about to cover his aching cheek, another sharp pain shot through his fingertips.

He raised his right hand to the moonlight; except for his index finger and thumb, every fingertip had a cut from a sharp weapon, and was bleeding profusely.

Under Conan's gaze, Haruya Kuromon smiled and concealed the bloodstained fruit knife behind his back.

Conan: Hey! I saw it! The knife is reflecting light!

Seeing that the little corgi still had something to say, Kuromon Haruya stopped the conversation: "I'll take you away first, and we'll explain when we're safe."

The door suddenly opened.

"I keep hearing strange noises over here. Is it just my imagination?"

Yukiko Kudo looked at her sons lying on the ground in different positions and sneered, "Just wait for the organization's punishment."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut and left.

In the corner directly above the door, Kuromon Haruya, leaning against the walls on either side, sat lurking in the darkness, coldly observing this unfamiliar comrade from the organization.

Hearing the footsteps gradually receding, Kuromon Haruya jumped off the floor, picked up the sweating Conan, and tried to leave, but was stopped by Conan in his arms.

Conan pointed to the hole in the wooden door, signaling to Haruya Kuromon to pay attention to the conversation.

The woman in the magenta top was arguing with her companion: "Hey! Binga, how many times have I told you not to kill him? This is Rum's order!"

"What's the difference, Kiel?"

The mysterious figure in the cloak turned around, revealing a terrifying, deathly white mask:

"Anyway, this shrunken detective will eventually lie on my lab table and be disemboweled."

"In that case, it wouldn't hurt to cut off a few limbs beforehand, would it?"

Kiel and Binga!

Conan and Haruya Kuromon looked at each other, their eyes filled with a solemnity that the other could not comprehend.

Kiel slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Wasn't killing that old man enough to amuse you?"

Binga shook his finger, denying the accusation:

"That old man was, after all, a brilliant and talented scientist, so I spared his life."

"Without severe torture, how can we be sure that kid is Shinichi Kudo? After all, the idea of ​​an adult turning into a child is simply a fantasy."

Nestled beside Conan, Haruya Kuromon could feel his small body trembling incessantly, and could only pat him gently to comfort him.

From an angle hidden by the doorway, the Kudo couple, having a great time, were exchanging lines using hand gestures.

Yukiko Kudo: Honey, don't scare Shinichi so much that he runs to the police.

Yusaku Kudo: It's okay, wife, I'll take care of it.

"Doesn't Vodka have a deal to make tomorrow? He's been put in a private room at his Mihua Hotel."

Binga produced a strip of pills from his sleeve, letting out a series of cold laughs:

"This is the drug the organization developed. We can use the trading partner and that old man to test the drug and see if it can really reverse aging."

Upon hearing these reckless arrangements, Kiel naturally expressed strong opposition, but was quickly persuaded by the other party's pistol.

Haruya Kuromon looked down at Conan, her expression unusually calm and composed:

Dr. Agasa's encounter signifies that the organization has officially begun its operation.

Tokyo is no longer an option; we must take advantage of Gin's vacation to help Conan escape the tracking network.

"Shinichi, I'll take you away first, then we'll go rescue Professor Agasa."

Conan turned around, having recovered from his panic, and grabbed Kuromon Haruya's hand as he analyzed his strategy:

"Brother Kuromon, I can't leave! Professor Agasa is so old, his body can't withstand the interrogation, we have to rescue him in time."

"I'm just a kid now, they won't be too wary. You can install a listening device on me, then we can raid the scene from the inside!"

“They have handguns, and you are a hostage with no fighting ability. The risk level is too high.”

"Brother Heimen, I can do that with an anesthetic needle and sneakers too..."

Conan wanted to use his watch and sneakers to refute Haruya Kuromon, but after fiddling with them for a while, they didn't produce any results, leaving him speechless.

No, where did they get the details of these props? Doctor, are you alright?!