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

"That's right."

Listening to Kuromon Haruya's deductive summary, Conan affirmed it while quickly finding a loophole: "However, this is all based on the premise that everyone has ulterior motives. Among the participants, there are also those like Ms. Sayama and the others, who are simply fans of the Dark Baron book."

Although they all acted suspiciously, it's too early to draw conclusions.

"Mmm!" Kuromon Haruya nodded eagerly, his eyes focused and expectant, almost as if he were taking out a notebook to write it down.

Being stared at like that, Conan pushed up his glasses and, mimicking the teacher's tone from his memory, added:

"However, these are also worth discussing. First, let's rule out the first possibility: viruses can be traded or discussed online, and gathering so many people offline would only increase the risk of leaking them."

So, following your reasoning in reverse, Brother Heimen, if we're all internet enthusiasts, why is it necessary to hold offline events?

That is, perhaps the organizer's focus wasn't just on the procedures, but on a specific person they needed to meet offline.

"As expected of Shinichi!" Upon hearing Conan's explanation, Haruya Kuromon exclaimed in sudden realization, "Then you must know the identity of the organizer!"

Conan, who was about to say something modest, paused: "Uh, I have a few more candidates in mind, but I need to observe them further."

*Beep beep*, Haruya Kuromon looked down at the message; it was Ran Mouri informing him to take Conan to the open-air restaurant.

After the recent accident, Conan didn't want to be scolded by his parents again: "How come it's dinner time so soon?"

Yoruichi Kuromon looked down at the map in the stairwell and headed towards the elevator: "Is it really okay for your parents to appear in public? After all, they are celebrities."

"It's alright, they're used to disguising themselves." Conan leaned casually against the elevator door. "As long as they change their hairstyle and glasses, no one will recognize them!"

Haruya Kuromon squinted, wondering to herself: Is this why you and Kaito Kuroba usually rely on glasses to disguise yourselves?

Unbeknownst to Conan, the numbers on the elevator display slowly decreased until they stopped at this floor. As the elevator doors opened, he collapsed onto the floor right in front of his parents.

Yukiko Kudo helped her son up from the ground, her voice so gentle it could melt your heart: "Oh dear, Shin-chan, how could you be so careless today?"

Anyone who has ever been a child knows that if a parent suddenly starts speaking softly and gently, it usually means something serious is about to happen.

Sensing his mother's rising anger, Conan instinctively fell silent, letting Yukiko hold him in her arms.

Yukiko Kudo was pleased with his tact and winked at Haruya Kuromon: "It's really kind of you to take care of this child."

If it weren't for the fact that she had pulled him aside in private and discussed childcare matters with him with such murderous intent, Kuromon Haruya might have thought that this mother was as carefree as she appeared on the surface.

When facing Yukiko, Kuromon Haruya always felt a bit guilty, like he was trying to kidnap a child in front of him: "How could I? I still need Conan to guide my reasoning."

When asked about his old profession, Yusaku Kudo raised an eyebrow and asked, "Kuromon-kun, are you interested in being a detective? You might have the potential to be one."

Through his connection with the Metropolitan Police Department, Yusaku Kudo, with the help of Inspector Megure, was able to review all the cases in which Haruya Kuromon was involved.

Aside from being accidentally injured, Haruya Kuromon demonstrated exceptional insight and superb physical skills.

"I'm alright at reconnaissance, since photography requires keen visual perception, but I'm terrible at reasoning."

Haruya Kuromon frowned and frankly admitted her long-standing troubles:

"If I encounter any signs that seem dangerous, I will instinctively start from the perspective that someone is about to commit a crime."

They then decided to strike first and sent Gin to eliminate the enemy completely.

"Or when faced with a case, one might imagine too many dramatic scenarios, thus failing to grasp the details and clues in front of them."

Unless there are special circumstances, it's best to let Gin create an "explosive" effect to overshadow the details.

"So more often than not, it's less about logical thinking and more about instinctive psychological judgment."

Conan stroked his chin, increasingly suspicious as he listened: Isn't this just a cautious version of Uncle Mori?

"Is that so? I think I understand."

Kudo Yusaku patted Kuromon Haruya knowingly and summarized for him: "Judging from this, you are more of a psychoanalyst, somewhat similar to Kogoro."

Conan: Huh? That old man is clearly a trial-and-error detective. As long as he suspects all the innocent people, the remaining one must be the real culprit.

As Kudo Yusaku shared his experiences, when they arrived at the open-air restaurant, it was already packed.

Izu is a popular winter getaway at the end of the year. If the Shichiko Group hadn't used its privileges to book several rooms in various locations in advance, they probably would have had to spend a lot on accommodation alone.

Ran Mouri and Professor Agasa had already reserved a table for them and were talking in the best spot by the floor-to-ceiling window with the best view.

As for Kogoro Mouri, who was sandwiched between them, his face was completely red and black from drinking, and even his mustache was sticking up high.

"Over here!" Ran spotted Conan in Yukiko's arms at a glance and stood up to wave.

"...Since you have a good talent for acting, why not try to put yourself in the shoes of the suspects at the time of the crime and use role-playing to make up for the lack of critical thinking skills."

Haruya Kuromon reverently closed his phone's memo app and bowed to Yusaku Kudo:

"Okay, thank you for your guidance, Mr. Kudo!"

Seeing her husband's disheveled appearance as he let out a long sigh of relief, Yukiko covered her mouth and whispered to Conan with a smile, "Yusaku has obviously unknowingly imparted too much experience to her!"

However, depending on who she was talking to, Yukiko Kudo didn't find anything unusual about it:

His attitude and talent are both good, which is indeed exciting to behold. I imagine he must have been a good student who would flatter his professors in college.

"I wonder if this beautiful lady would be willing to have a drink with me?"

Just then, a greasy, sultry voice, accompanied by the smell of alcohol, came from the right rear. A drunken, lecherous old man with a tie hanging on his head was looking Kudo Yukiko up and down, his gaze undisguised.

He was hiccuping, feeling smug about his good luck that day, when suddenly everything went black.

When he opened his eyes, Ran Mouri, Yusaku Kudo, Conan, and Haruya Kuromon were standing in front of him, staring at him with the look of utter contempt.

"What's wrong? If you don't want to drink, then don't."

With a cold expression, Yusaku Kudo warned sternly, "Harassment of one's wife is the greatest provocation a man can commit."

Stared at in such a creepy way, the lecherous old man immediately sobered up considerably. He made a few perfunctory remarks and then slunk off to harass the female bartender at the bar.

Conan, looking at his retreating figure, introduced him with a hint of annoyance: "That person is a member of the tour group, his name is Ehara Tokio."

Ran, whose perspective is higher than Conan's, points to the table and points out, "Oh, he forgot his tie on the table!"

"Let him find that kind of thing himself." Conan stared at the dashing figure, growing increasingly annoyed.

Kuromon Haruya looked around and volunteered, "I'll hand it to him. It wouldn't be good if a waiter got into trouble because of this."

Conan quickly understood what he meant, since this man had been harassing female employees when they arrived.

Even after being warned, Egawa Tokio remained true to his nature, reaching out to the bartender while half-closing his eyes at Kuromon Haruya: "What's wrong? Is there something you need?"

This seasoned veteran is best at playing dumb and fooling people. Kuromon Haruya didn't waste any time and went straight to the point: "I have a nice bottle of wine here, and I'd like to invite you to drink it."

Taking the bottle from the waiter, Yoruichi Kurokawa skillfully used the corkscrew to uncork it.

The silky smooth nectar pours from the bottle, revealing a rich, ruby ​​red hue in the decanter. A gentle swirl releases layers of complex aromas, like the delicate veil of a beautiful woman, unfolding one by one.

Jiang Yuan Shi'an couldn't resist the temptation at all, and kept swallowing his saliva. He was sure that he wouldn't trade a bottle of wine for a thousand beautiful women right now!

"Oh! This isn't some cheap, common item. Are you sure you want to treat me, buddy?"

If a pie falling from the sky isn't appealing, it must be because the pie isn't big enough or good enough.

Haruya Kuromon smirked and pointed at Conan with a hint of helplessness: "Of course, there are conditions. My kid wants to catch up with your pace. I want to know how much you know about the Dark Baron virus."

The Dark Baron Virus! Even though he had used it many times before, Tokio Egawa was still shocked by it.

Kuromon Haruya didn't miss the emotion revealed in his pupils, calmly poured a glass of wine, and pushed it next to him.

Oh well, he's just spouting nonsense, half-truths and half-lies, and these people wouldn't understand anyway!

With that thought in mind, Jiang Yuan Shi'an grabbed his wine glass and began gulping it down without any class: "Let me tell you, this virus..."

"My name is Kuromon Haruya."

Ehara Tokio, engrossed in his long-winded monologue, failed to hear this self-talk, already under the influence of alcohol.

Sensing that the pseudonym about to escape his lips was stopped by a mysterious force, Kuromon Haruya raised his wine glass with satisfaction and bid farewell to this newborn immortal.