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

The Izu Islands of Shizuoka Prefecture, located southwest of Tokyo, are a famous tourist resort in the Kanto region.

Even in December, near the end of the year, this region, blessed by monsoons and ocean currents, maintains a comfortable and pleasant climate. The refreshing beaches, hot springs, and fine wines offer a precious solace for people to relax after a murder.

"What a rare and pure land!"

As Kuromon Haruya soaked in the hotel's open-air hot spring, a sip of chilled plum wine slid down her throat, the stimulating sensation of hot and cold creating an addictive experience.

"Shinichi, you said you sensed a murderous aura in the lobby just now. Can you really handle it alone?"

"It's alright, this murderous aura is nothing compared to that of the people in the organization."

At the center of the hot spring, a wet head popped out of the water, and Conan splashed his short legs toward the edge:

"Since I'm going to take charge of the organization myself, let's just consider this a preliminary test and practice."

Then you've been practicing for quite a while.

Kuromon Haruya gave a soft hum, narrowed his eyes, raised his glass, and loudly encouraged, "Let's cheer for Kudo Shinichi!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Having almost drunk his fill of the hot spring water, Conan glanced at Kuromon, whose cheeks were flushed and who seemed to be intoxicated, and quickly pointed to the women's bath next door: "Shh! Ran and the others are right next door!"

Listening intently to the sounds from next door, Conan, sure enough, heard Ran Mouri's voice.

"Huh? I think I heard someone calling Shinichi."

"They must be talking about some boys' secrets! But Lan, your skin is so smooth, let me rub your back~"

"Yukiko-neechan, hahaha, it tickles so much, stop scratching me!"

A back massage, a hot spring... some memories that Conan intended to keep for a lifetime surfaced in his mind, making him daydream.

Bright red blood dripped from Conan's chin into the swimming pool, creating a pink ripple.

As the blood from his nose drew closer, Kuromon Haruya braced himself against the water, freeing himself from the pool and using his concealed, waterproof camera to record the human-shaped fountain:

After selecting a perfect composition, he finally spoke up to remind Conan, "Hey—Conan, why are you bleeding so much from your nose!"

When Conan turned around, Kuromon Haruya thought the tomato had come to life. Two streams of blood flowed incessantly down his flushed cheeks, showing no sign of stopping.

Haruya Kuromon: Is this amount of bleeding normal? It seems a bit much, but if it's Conan's work, then it's hard to say.

Fortunately, the facts gave him the answer: he did indeed bleed too much.

Conan stood stiffly in the hot spring, his eyes vacant, and sank smoothly to the bottom.

"Gulu gulu gulu..."

"Shinichi!"

Once again, Kuromon Haruya recalled the indescribable fear of underage cubs—

The organization may not be able to solve Conan's problem, but a child's fragile constitution certainly can.

...

A gentle sea breeze caressed my cheeks as the setting sun scorched the shore into a vibrant, fiery red sea.

Faced with such a beautiful view, Conan had absolutely no interest in stopping to appreciate it; instead, he became even more distraught.

"Brother Heimen, you don't need to keep following me! That was just an accident!"

How embarrassing! Getting a nosebleed to the point of fainting in a hot spring – can’t this kind of awkward situation be a nightmare?

If few people know about it, it can be concealed and pretend nothing happened.

But just then, a staff member came in to provide service and saw the pool full of blood. He was so frightened that he ran to call the police without even turning his head!

As a result, all the hotel guests knew about his deeds as Conan Edogawa!

He absolutely must not let Xiaolan know his true identity, otherwise even if he returns to normal, the handsome and witty image he has painstakingly cultivated in front of Xiaolan will be completely destroyed.

Haruya Kuromon nodded in agreement and symbolically took two steps back.

"This is mainly to put Xiaolan at ease. It'll be easier once she forgets about it. After all, she waited by your bedside until you woke up, you know~"

That's what she said, but in reality, Kuromon Haruya still planned to wait and see.

For the past few months, Haruya Kuromon had been protecting Conan, both directly and indirectly. After witnessing Conan's several miraculous escapes from danger, he gradually relaxed his vigilance and began to place some trust in the protagonist's aura.

It now seems that risks outside the plot are not really within the scope of protection.

If a long-awaited game that I've been waiting for for over a decade finally launches, and then suddenly dies after playing through the tutorial, I'll have no sleep for the next twenty years!

"Xiao Lan is worrying unnecessarily..."

Hearing that he was being cared for, Conan didn't show it on the surface, but secretly he was so happy that he set off fireworks. "I'm a famous detective, what could possibly happen to me?"

Unfortunately, his parents were also present at the time, so he had to refuse Xiaolan's idea of ​​living with him and taking care of him.

Leaning on the railing, Conan shook his head in regret for his vanished perk.

"Alright, alright, you can go ahead and do your own thing. I'll cover for you."

Unable to resist Conan's boredom, Kuromon Haruya waved his hand and turned to leave: "But remember to come back before dinner."

Conan: "OK!"

Rounding the corner, Kuromon Haruya took out his phone, reading a message from the organization as he approached the shadows in the stairwell:

"Even though the child had been unconscious, I still chose him as a target to make an example of him, so that it would be easier for me to do it."

Is this how you understand the character of the Dark Baron?

At the bottom of the stairs, a top hat slowly rose, revealing a familiar grinning mask. Compared to the character costume personally crafted by the original author last night, this fan-made product appeared somewhat rudimentary in both craftsmanship and detail.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds in the darkness. Under pressure, the Dark Baron threw off his cloak and ran downstairs first.

Seeing his prey flee, Kuromon Haruya had no interest in chasing it for the time being.

He opened his phone and calmly checked the contents of the urgent report:

Shiho Miyano has taken aptx4869 in her confinement room. Hidden surveillance has recorded the entire process. The entire research institute is currently undergoing a closed relocation. Gin is on his way back to Japan.

"It just so happens that Conan and Professor Agasa aren't home, and I'm keeping the Kudo couple occupied. What a perfect timing, Sherry."

Closing the flip cover, Kuromon Haruya gave a mocking sneer, making no plans whatsoever.

"Since you don't want things to develop according to the original plan, then I'll give you the freedom to fly. We'll wait and see."

Let's continue our bet from back then, Elena Miyano.

Will your daughter, born of sin, be another angel of hell, or Icarus, who uses adipocere as wings to conceal herself?

...

The cold, wet raindrops pattered against her face. The snow that had fallen after Christmas melted into muddy water in the winter rain, like that persistent, haunting organization trying to drag her into the mire once again.

Neon lights flashed dazzlingly bright under the dark clouds. Shiho Miyano pulled her toes back from the light, wrapped her wet white coat tightly, and shivered in the dark corner.

Squeak. Several startled gray rats scurried past her feet, their cold, earthy smell mingling with the nauseating stench of her sister's blood.

The freedom she once longed for seemed to have lost its beautiful facade in the face of reality. A wave of confusion washed over her. Looking at the indifferent crowds passing by, Shiho Miyano felt as if she had lost her way.

After leaving the organization, she was like a rat in the gutter to them. If she couldn't find a reliable place to stay soon, her fate would probably be even more miserable than those experimental subjects.

Fortunately, she didn't report the fact that she had shrunk from taking the drug. So far, there are only three known cases: her, the lab rat, and Shinichi Kudo, who is suspected of shrinking...

"By the way, Shinichi Kudo! If that person, like I predicted, shrunk after taking the drug, they will definitely need the information and antidote I provide."

Despite the scorching low temperature, Shiho Miyano muttered to herself as she walked toward the wrong option.

On the telephone pole above her head, a crow with unusual pupils preened its feathers in the rain, gazing at the future.