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

"Damn it, at this rate, fleeing will only affect Lan and even more people!"

Conan scratched his head in frustration, his hair flying everywhere. If we disregarded the effects of the aptX4869, he should be on guard against going bald right now.

"There must be a perfect solution that I haven't thought of yet..."

"You're right."

A cheerful approval rang in his ears. Conan looked back and saw that Haruya Kuromon had returned to her usual calm and relaxed demeanor.

This instantly restored his confidence: "Brother Heimen, have you thought of any ideas?"

Kuromon Haruya chuckled in agreement, seemingly calm, but in reality, he was plotting to eliminate his accomplices.

"Yes, although it's a bit dangerous and the success rate isn't high, once it's completed, you won't have any worries for the time being."

Vodka can't be moved; killing him would anger Gin and cause trouble.

As for the remaining Kiel and Binga, once they obtained the details of the transaction and the mission, they would find an opportunity to eliminate them and then frame the other party in the transaction who was to be eliminated.

Since there are no rats in the Operations Department, it goes without saying which department has an undercover agent.

"However, I'll keep the details of the plan a secret for now."

Haruya Kuromon knelt down on one knee, bringing his gaze level with Conan's, staring intently into the depths of his eyes:

"Because of Shinichi, I need your trust."

His own reflection was mirrored in his emerald green pupils. Rather than communicating with anyone, Conan felt as if he were deeply exploring his hidden self through a mirror.

Being stared at like that, Conan felt like he was lying in a warm blanket, his heart filled with warmth and security. Before he could even think about it, his body automatically responded:

"Okay, sure..."

Kuromon has always been reliable; he must have his reasons for doing this. A qualified detective should…

Doubt all possibilities!

But it's too late to wake up now.

While Conan was still in a daze, Kuromon Haruya had already picked up the rope that had come off the ground, tied him up again as before, and placed him on the floor.

Conan pressed his face against the floor, only to see Kuromon Haruya sitting smugly on the windowsill, making a childish face:

"You must remember this: everything I say and do from now on is just for show."

Don't be scared by my acting later :P

Watching him lean back and fall off the windowsill, Conan felt a sense of foreboding, even more so than during his previous encounters with the organization.

It was as if his loved ones were about to face a life-or-death test.

"Did I not realize that Brother Kuromon had already become like family to me?"

...

"We have more trading tomorrow, let's take a break."

Yukiko Kudo rubs her disguise wig, worrying about her skin condition:

Even though she's retired, she's still a world-class, stunningly beautiful actress!

Yusaku Kudo fiddled with his Dark Count cosplay outfit, searching for inspiration in his exaggerated movements: "Boring guy, the game of the night has only just begun."

Ding dong.

In response to Yusaku Kudo's words, a cold bell rang out in the cold night.

"What's going on? There are still people visiting at this hour."

Yukiko Kudo and her husband exchanged a puzzled glance.

"Ignore it." Kudo Yusaku slowly shook his head, but in reality, he had already become wary.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong—

Seemingly certain that someone was at the house, the visitor calmly rang the doorbell, urging the owner to open the door and welcome him.

Outside the gate, Kuromon Haruya stood with one hand in his pocket, eyes closed, humming a nursery rhyme softly.

Unlike his wandering twin brother, Yusaku Kudo lacks experience in action.

Even though he was deliberately trying to slow his pace, the soft sound of his leather shoes on the wooden planks still reported his movements to Yoruichi Kuromon.

Through the fogged glass of the door, Yusaku Kudo leaned against the wall, gazing at the figure.

There wasn't a single footprint left in the snow in the courtyard. Someone coming to the door at this time must have ill intentions!

Yusaku Kudo took a hard line and warned: "This is an organization's business; unauthorized personnel are not allowed in."

"what?"

The shadowy figure outside the door asked a question, then put his left hand, which had been covering the door, back into his pocket, and lowered his guard.

"I thought they were just a few rats that had wandered into the hunting grounds, but they turned out to be colleagues from the organization."

That makes things easier. I have something to discuss with you.

Yukiko Kudo, who was guarding the corner of the stairs, bit her lower lip and thought to herself that something was wrong:

Oh no, we've messed with the real organization!

Yusaku Kudo stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing, extracting information about the tissue:

"Our mission didn't mention any other members getting involved. What's your codename?"

The shadowy figure sneered, his tone suddenly revealing murderous intent:

"This is an order personally given by that gentleman, it's normal that you didn't know. Now take the initiative, or I'll open the door for you?"

Unlike Gin, who has the privilege of executing his colleagues, Yoruichi Kuromon can at least learn from Gin's threatening tactics, since several codenamed members he has encountered have been quite swayed by this.

Furthermore, even Shuichi Akai, who was in the incubation period, did not dare to lie about that gentleman!

This is exactly what Kuromon Haruya is betting on.

The door in front of him slowly opened, and Hei Men Yao Ye, without hiding his curiosity, looked Binga up and down in his strange attire:

"Whose men are you, Rum, Vermouth, or Pisco?"

"Binga, that's my code name."

Yusaku Kudo gripped the doorknob tightly, startled by the newcomer's appearance—

Due to the urgency of the situation, Kuromon Haruya had no time to add any more disguise and directly revealed his true appearance.

Since Butber knows how to disguise himself, it's understandable that he would disguise himself as a famous photographer.

But it was precisely this frank choice that made Yusaku Kudo even more convinced that his son was being drawn into a huge conspiracy.

If he hadn't just reviewed Kuromon Yōya's information, he would have definitely mistaken the visitor for Gin, the internationally renowned assassin from the organization.

This similarity doesn't just come from appearance, but stems from a deeper connection.

Just like him, Shinichi, and Toichi are all connected to the organization by blood.

Yoya Kuromon nodded knowingly: "Rum's subordinate? This head-covering outfit is definitely that guy's style."

The boss is rumored to be of all ages and genders, and the subordinates are just as unconventional.

Faced with the threat, Kudo Yusaku gave a displeased snort and retorted:

"Now it's your turn to confirm your identity. What is the full name of the organization?"

The criminal organization is shrouded in mystery, with only a handful of code names revealed, and its real name is unknown to anyone.

Opportunity always comes with risk. Now that the criminals are in front of us, the detectives must relentlessly pursue them.

"...What nonsense are you talking about? An organization is an organization."

Kuromon Yōya admitted that the question stumped him; what serious member of the organization would bring up such a topic!

"I am Butber. Conan Edogawa is someone I'm under surveillance, and the researcher you took away is my collaborator."

You're not rats digging holes everywhere, are you?