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

Yoruichi Kuromon was unsure if he had been cursed by some demon again, which was why he was seeing such distorted perceptions.

Ten meters away from him on the street, a humanoid creature with limbs so black it looked like it was wearing a black, tight-fitting latex suit was standing in front of the real estate agency, carrying a rather cute backpack.

Haruya Kuromon was unable to determine the gender, clothing, or physical characteristics of the humanoid based on its appearance.

After all, this looks like a little black character playing a criminal suspect in Detective Conan!

Oh no, I couldn't tell the front from the back from a distance, so I stared at it for too long and it seems I've been discovered.

Looking at Kuro in the distance, whose eyes were red and who even exuded a black aura, Kuromon Haruya felt that it would be better to go up and explain.

"Excuse me, are you looking for rental listings?"

As he got closer, Yoya Kuromon stared at Mr. Hanzawa's face and realized for the first time what it meant to have a face with eyes, a nose, and a mouth.

"Yes." Mr. Fanze on the other end was also a little nervous.

The young man had been staring at him for the past three minutes, and now he was staring at him as if he were a rare animal.

Are you trying to rip him off like an easy customer? Maybe you should strike first!

"My name is Haruka Kuromon, and I'm an amateur photographer. I need another room to store my equipment in addition to my own rented apartment. Would you be willing to share an apartment with me to save on expenses?"

This was the first time in forty years that he had seen a real Little Black! He might as well keep it by his side for a while and then take it to the lab as research material when it was no longer useful.

"Sorry, I'm not planning on sharing an apartment at the moment..."

"My filming equipment only takes up the size of a closet; you are free to use the rest of the space!"

Mr. Hanzawa was somewhat tempted by the promised conditions: "My name is Hanzawa Makoto. I'll think about it. Let me go check out other locations first..."

Hesitant to meet his date, Kuromon Haruya pulled out Beika Town's secret weapon.

"Non-accident apartments in Mihana are just too expensive and too few! I'm really scared to live alone if I don't have a reliable neighbor next door!"

"Being afraid of living alone is an exaggeration..."

Fanzawa's voice trailed off, his pupils contracting in shock. "You're saying Beika Town has a lot of accident rooms?!"

"Yes, they have all kinds of techniques."

As she spoke, Kuromon Haruya walked into the real estate agency before Fanzawa, asking the agent to show her the prices and quantities of both non-accident and accident-damaged apartments in Beika Town.

Due to some "strange reasons," the number of accident-damaged properties in Tokyo, especially in Beikacho, has increased rapidly in recent years. Each case means fewer clean properties and an increasingly tense housing market.

But his previous statement about being afraid of accident rooms was definitely a lie. As the boss of the organization, it's already a miracle that Kuromon Haruya didn't develop a hobby of sleeping among piles of dead bodies!

Upon hearing this devastating news, Fanze exuded a somber aura: "In that case, Mr. Kuromon, please take me to see him."

"Then please come this way~~"

The scene shifts to the top floor of the apartment building next to the Mouri Detective Agency.

Kuromon Haruya led Hanzawa to the middle room on the top floor, took out the key marked F402 from the key chain, and opened the door.

"This is the room I plan to share with you. The closet on the left side of the entrance contains all my large photography equipment, and the rest of the space is currently unused."

As Haruya Kuromon said, apart from the shooting equipment such as tripods, flashes, gimbals and reflectors placed in the closet, the rest of the one-bedroom apartment was empty.

"Mr. Kuromon, are you renting room F401 on the inside or F403 on the outside?"

Looking at the fully equipped room in front of him, Fan Ze would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted.

“Me? I rented the whole floor. F401 is my living room, and F403 on the other side is my studio for processing negatives and making finished products.”

Completely oblivious to the extravagant words he had inadvertently uttered, Kuromon Haruya was very satisfied with his decision to rent the entire floor.

What if one day an undercover agent or spy becomes interested in Conan and wants to observe him closely? You can't exactly let them live next door to you, can you?

"Since we're sharing the apartment, we can split the rent equally. What do you think, Mr. Fanze?"

"This is the perfect rental!" Fanze exclaimed inwardly. It's practically like living alone, even though it's called a shared apartment. You only need to pay half the rent to live in a place next to a commercial street, making all kinds of daily life and transportation incredibly convenient. It's like a dream rental!

However, those who are wealthy and have malicious intentions are even more wary of others.

Fanze: "Everything is perfect, but Mr. Kuromon, why did you have to choose me?"

"Of course it's because you seem very reliable (which is rare)!"

Yoruichi Kuromon took out the spare key and handed it to Hanze, his eyes shining with trust.

"I've always hoped to find a neighbor with a similar vibe and who I can get along with. The moment I saw you, I knew you were the one!"

Looking back at the entire Conan series, besides the organization boss and the suspect Kuro, who else has appeared many times but never shown their face?

"Mr. Kuromon... I will definitely not let you down!"

On the night he arrived in Beikacho, Tokyo, Hanzawa, who had come to take revenge on Shinichi Kudo, experienced the warmth of friendship for the first time.

"So, Brother Heimen, don't you really think that roommate looks extremely suspicious?"

At the round table in Poirot Cafe, Conan held a sandwich that Haruya Kuromon had treated him to in both hands, staring suspiciously at Hanzawa passing by outside the glass window.

"Mr. Fanze is just easily misunderstood; he's actually a good person!"

Yoruichi Kuromon stirred the Italian espresso in front of him, turning the great detective's head back to its normal position.

"By the way, Conan, is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

When this topic comes up, Conan becomes hesitant and his face steams with pink vapor.

"Ran and Sonoko are going to a social gathering tomorrow. I wonder who she's going to make chocolates for. I was thinking of asking Kuromon to go with them and look after them. You can also make some new friends while you're at it, right?"

"Hmm~"

With one hand supporting her chin, Kuromon Haruya smiled at Conan and said, "Be more frank and direct with the girl you like, Kudo-kun."

"Who said I like her? I'm just worried that those two girls might be bullied outside. It's just concern from a friend!"

"Okay, okay, you're right."

Whenever Kuromon seems to respond patiently, Conan always has a feeling that he's just being perfunctory with the child.

"So, Brother Heimen, have you agreed to go?"

"About this..."

The drawn-out syllable left a trail of unease in the air, and Conan couldn't help but lean on the table and look up at the person opposite him.

"Actually, when I ran into them yesterday, Ms. Sonoko already extended a very warm invitation to me. Didn't they tell you, Conan?"