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

As Kuromon Haruya returned to his seat, before he could even settle in, Mouri Kogoro approached him with a puzzled look and asked, "I remember that kind of sake isn't cheap."

"Yes, so it's registered under Mr. Jiang Yuan's name. We'll settle the bill together after he checks out."

"Hahahahahaha." Hearing his reply, Kogoro Mouri slapped the table with glee, rubbing his chin as he looked him over. "I didn't expect you to know this trick."

Kuromon Haruya pointed to the lobby manager who was patrolling the restaurant entrance, squinted, and explained modestly, "I still want to thank the manager for his idea and for being willing to stand up for the ladies under his command."

In any case, the luxury travel voucher specifies the scope of reimbursement for drinks, so even if Egawa Tokio is determined to skip out on the bill, Kuromon Haruya won't lose anything.

If he were still alive then.

"So, what did Kuromon say to you?" Conan sat on a chair covered with three layers of cotton cushions, slurping up tomato spaghetti.

While eating, Kuromon Yoya spoke politely: "Information on the members of this tour group, but excluding himself."

He and Ms. Kamijou were ex-husband and wife. They separated because his wife was too career-oriented and neglected her family. Incidentally, Ms. Kamijou was the person he suspected.

Moreover, it's said that President Jin Cheng's son died from the Dark Baron virus, and the others, according to him, were merely novel fans who happened to get involved.

“He’s obviously lying,” Conan retorted, biting his fork. “That Mr. Konno is a computer expert. But judging from his exaggerated and cowardly demeanor, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would attack me.”

"An attack?!" Everyone immediately became alert at this word.

Yusaku Kudo's glasses reflected the light as he pressed his hand down to signal everyone to calm down, then began to gather details of the incident: "Conan, tell me the whole story."

With Conan's account and occasional additions from Kuromon Haruya, the group of friends and family members all grasped the full picture of the matter.

After listening, Yusaku Kudo pondered for a moment, then, as if he had figured something out, his expression relaxed. He simply instructed Conan that he must be accompanied by an adult for supervision tonight.

"I'm afraid the organizers will take further action after tonight, but you are not their target."

...

"Hey, did you hear?" A small, clever female voice came from outside the balcony.

"What? What?" another voice with an unknown dialect accent chimed in.

"That lecherous old man sitting at the bar finally got his comeuppance! The manager said he didn't even pay for his drinks!"

"Hey—that means it'll cost a ton of money!"

"He deserves it."

"Yes, yes, he deserved it!"

"Hey, what are you saying!" Jiang Yuan Shi Nan kicked open the glass door of the balcony, panting with the smell of alcohol, his eyes darting around, cursing as he tried to drag out the talkative guy.

The door frame slammed against the balcony railing with a loud thud. Apart from the dark ocean in the distance under the moonlight, there was nothing there.

Enraged, Jiang Yuanshi shouted at the people going up and down the stairs, "I'm warning you old hags, don't talk too much, or I'll make you regret it!"

Behind him, someone dressed as the Dark Baron approached silently like a phantom. She tightened her gloves, gave Jiang Yuan Shi Nan a sharp shove in the center of his back, and then quickly slipped into the bathroom to change her clothes.

"Ok?"

Jiang Yuan Shi'an felt a sharp pain in his stomach as the railing pushed against him, and with the force of the push, he involuntarily rolled forward:

Huh, there were two crows hiding behind the door. Why is the railing so far away from me?

The chilly December night wind from the beach rushed past his collar, the biting cold jolting him awake. Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen—the height of the floors translated into speed, propelling him forward.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Water splashed several meters high, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and at the bottom of the pool, a distorted, pinkish creature could be vaguely seen:

"Pooh!"

By this time, Jiang Yuanshi's drunkenness had completely worn off. He lay shakily by the poolside, his limbs weak, and tried several times to climb out but failed.

"Who! Who wants to kill me!"

The lingering phantom pain deep within his bones made him tremble uncontrollably. If he hadn't had all four limbs intact, Jiang Yuan Shi'nan would have thought he had been smashed to pieces.

"Is anyone there?! Help! Someone, come quick!"

In the nearby corridor, a security guard who was loitering around with a flashlight heard the noise and rushed over: "Sir, what's wrong?"

The flashlight's blinding beam made him dizzy. Jiang Yuanshi's arm covered his eyes, which were threatening to tear up, and he weakly scolded:

"You're blinding me! Help me up, someone's trying to kill me!"

"Okay, I'll give you a hand."

The security guard put on gloves, used one hand to provide light, and with the other scooped up Jiang Yuan Shi'nan, who was soaking wet, asking, "Are you still able to move?"

"I feel so much pain inside my body! Please bring someone to save me!"

Despite saying that, Jiang Yuan Shi'an felt that his current physical condition might be the best this year, but he was still apprehensive and just wanted to rest and recuperate.

The security guard nodded knowingly, grabbed Jiang Yuanshi's collar, and slowly and steadily dragged him away. "I'll take you to the security room now."

"Can't you just carry it on your back? Why are you dragging it?"

The security guard realized he was about to resist and quickly tried to calm him down:

"You may look fine now, but it could be internal bleeding! When internal organs are injured, the body releases dopamine, which can actually make you feel excited and alert. Please don't move around!"

"Huh? Oh, oh." Jiang Yuan Shi'nan was instantly taken aback, letting the security guards drag him further and further away.

On a pitch-black night, the only sources of light on the beach besides the bright moon and stars are the lights of the distant buildings.

Growing impatient from being ground by the sand, Jiang Yuan Shi'nan looked up and questioned, "Does the guardhouse have to be built this far away?"

“You said you were murdered, so you should definitely report it to the police station!” The security guard tilted his head and adjusted his hat. “By the way, how did you get into the swimming pool?”

"Of course I was pushed off the building! A full nineteen stories high. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have died on the spot!"

At this point, Tokio Egawa suddenly remembered why he had been led to the balcony.

"Damn it, it must have been those gossipy waitresses! And that brat, how dare he play me..."

As he spoke, he stuck out his tongue, as if he could still taste a hint of the wine's sweetness from his lips.

Back when he was rich from trading viruses, he never suffered. He tried many expensive wines, but none of them were like this one tonight. After drinking it, he felt his energy and interest surge, and he wanted to keep tasting it.

Unfortunately, the virus later iterated and automatically destroyed the old version he had, otherwise Egawa Tokio wouldn't have come to participate in this kind of event.

"To have survived such a close call, that's truly good luck!"

The security guard gave a perfunctory reply and dragged him into the woods next to the hotel.

Even in his dazed state, Jiang Yuanshi could tell that the security guard in front of him had ill intentions. He twisted his body wildly, and like an eel, he slipped out of his shirt.

He got up and was about to flee towards the hotel when a bullet pierced his forehead from the back of his head, killing him instantly.

Taking off his police hat, Yoruichi Kuromon squatted down in front of Tokio Ehara and lifted his head.

The red and white biological tissues and bodily fluids flowed back to the wound along their original path, and then the wound healed.

The throbbing of his scalp, which had been spasming in his palm, stopped. Jiang Yuan Shi Nan shuddered, opened his eyes, and saw Kuromon Yao Ye. His teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"Please let me go, I beg you! I'll tell you anything I know! Please!"

Kuromon Haruya narrowed her eyes and smiled gently:

"Now I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. If you answer correctly, you'll get a reward; if you answer incorrectly, you'll be punished."

Jiang Yuan Shi'an nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"

"Egawa Tokio, age 32. Four years ago, during an armed robbery, he inadvertently passed by a murder scene and found a black hard drive by a wall 50 meters away from the scene. The contents of the hard drive were a cracked version of the Dark Baron virus. Is that correct?"

"Yes, but I really didn't mean to..."

Before he could finish explaining, Kuromon Haruya continued to ask:

"Through the Dark Baron, you've cracked the security protocols of countless companies, destroyed their business achievements, and sold information and programs. But the resulting success didn't stop you. One day, on a whim, you decided to infiltrate a nearby biopharmaceutical company with a virus."

Then we got some interesting data.

Jiang Yuanshi's throat tightened as he realized a terrifying truth. It seemed that it all started with that drunken night; his colleagues who had participated in the system intrusion with him began to disappear one by one, leaving no trace.

"Yes, that's true. I drank a lot at the time, and since I knew those data couldn't be sold online, I deleted them all. I swear, I absolutely didn't tell anyone!"

"Oh, that makes things easier."

Upon hearing this, Kuromon Haruya took out an activated voice recorder from his pocket and nodded in satisfaction. He loosened his restraints and simply patted Jiang Yuan's head with his left hand:

"Oh, right, say your name again."

Despite some doubts, Jiang Yuan chose to obey in order to save his life: "Jiang Yuan Shi'nan?"

"Correct answer, thank you for your hospitality."

Starting with Yoruichi Kuromon's right hand, Tokio Ehara's body melted and contracted from the inside, flowing towards his palm in a fluid form.

Once absorbed, the owner's flesh, memories, and soul are transformed into nutrients, becoming a culture medium to nourish another of the same kind. To create, to fight, and to take away—this is the initial definition of an immortal.

Indeed, as he said, Tokio Egawa did not leak the specially encrypted data.

"Ah~" Kuromon Haruya yawned, handed the remaining clothes of Ehara Tokio to the crows, and instructed them to throw them on another shore.

"Reading other people's memories is like being forced to attend a lecture, it's so boring—it's all esoteric now, doesn't anyone complain about the poor user experience?"

Ten minutes later. Conan looked at the belated and sleepy-eyed Haruya Kuromon, his expression gradually turning serious: "Kuromon-kun, didn't you promise to protect Ran for me?"

Kuromon Haruya gave an OK sign, then lay peacefully on the bed and fell asleep instantly.

Conan: "...Then tell me what Ran and Mr. Maeda talked about!"