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

"What? Mr. Jiang Yuan has disappeared?"

Conan was taken aback as he listened to Ran Mouri recount the current situation from the doorway.

According to the script, Kuromon Haruya should have joined the discussion at this point, been suspected, and then cleared of suspicion. But now, the noisy conversation outside the room failed to attract his attention at all, because—

Last night, he was so tired after eating that he went straight to sleep and didn't answer Gin's call!

Holding his phone, which displayed missed calls, Kuromon Haruya was lost in a mental whirlwind:

"Normally, Gin wouldn't contact me unless it's something important. Even if I don't answer the phone, he could send a message to my email. But there are no emails in my inbox."

Although he ordered the crows to call Sogrid as soon as he woke up to check on Gin's condition, Sogrid couldn't find any trace of Gin because the latter was on guard.

"No follow-up emails... It could be a problem with the organization's internal systems, or they might be in the midst of an emergency operation. Could it be that Sherry managed to lure Rachel Asaka out so quickly?"

Kuromon Haruyo lowered his eyes, manipulating the crows around Izu Beach to throw coins, either picked up or stolen, into phone booths, indirectly issuing internal search orders by relying on the birds' mimicry skills.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy so early in the morning? Can't a person get any sleep?" Calvados, wearing sunglasses, poked his head out from the room across the hall.

"Oh, you're that..."

Before he could utter his codename, Kuromon Haruya interrupted, "Karl, it's been a long time. I never expected to see you in Japan."

Conan and Ran both looked up at the same time, and were surprised to see Haruya Kuromon.

This is the first time I've seen Brother Heimen treat someone so coldly.

Nodding slightly to the two, Kuromon Haruya opened Calvados's door and introduced him in a chilling tone: "This is Calvados, an acquaintance I met during my studies abroad."

He was already annoyed about missing Gin's call, but now, seeing Vermouth's suitors, Haruya Kuromon felt even more annoyed.

"Hi~" Calvados smiled and greeted Ran Mouri warmly. "I didn't expect this either, ma'am. Let me borrow this guy for a chat."

Noticing Conan's worried expression, Kuromon Haruya waved his hand behind him, indicating, "It's alright, just a few pleasantries."

"Ok!"

Ran Mouri nodded knowingly, took Conan's hand, and reminded him before leaving, "By the way, Kuromon, Dad said that a police officer will be coming to question you later, so remember to eat breakfast quickly."

"Okay, thank you."

Kuromon Haruya smiled and thanked him for the reminder, then turned to close the door. His warm smile immediately vanished: "Calvados, were you following me?"

Calvados leaned against the wall and chuckled, "That's my line, isn't it? Running into a colleague on vacation is too much of a coincidence."

"Just to clarify, I checked in here using a valuable travel voucher that I won in a lottery."

As he spoke, he looked Kuromon Haruya up and down.

He was about the same height as me, and wore a casual, loose shirt, making him easy to observe. His gait followed certain rules, but the muscle distribution and density of his limbs were virtually indistinguishable from those of an ordinary person—something practically impossible for codename members who had to undergo basic physical training.

Calvados judged that his physical skills were mostly superior to this guy's.

Kuromon Haruya's eerie silence only fueled suspicion, and Calvados decided that if the reason given was even slightly unreasonable, he would subdue Butbel on the spot!

But Kuromon Haruya suddenly relaxed his guard, and with a subtle expression, pulled out a few paper coupons from his trouser pocket, asking, "...Are these the kind of travel coupons?"

Calvados, his hands trembling, carefully took out half a ticket from the waterproof compartment of his wallet. The stub was missing because it needed to be redeemed for check-in.

"what??"

Calvados knelt on one knee, looked up at the sky and roared, completely losing his previous cool demeanor: "Five! The grand prize from the Vermouth-sama memorial event, you actually have five?!"

Actually, it was ten cards, Kuromon Haruya secretly added in her mind.

"This must be fake. I remember that only five tickets were provided for the lottery, and I already have one."

"Of course I didn't win it by drawing lots, I don't have that kind of luck." Kuromon Haruya turned his head, pulled up the notification text message from the Seven Sons Group, and casually showed it off, "It was a commemorative prize that I bought with money."

Ha, brat, wait until you're rich enough to surpass me before you try to get close to Sharon. And not much, just a few dozen more Twilight Villas will do.

“I remember that according to the exchange rules, you only get one card if you collect the whole series,” Calvados said, indicating that he still wanted to try his luck.

Although he has a generous reward from the organization, as Lord Vermouth's most loyal bodyguard, he always takes the initiative to use his own savings to help the lord with his troubles, including but not limited to accommodation, food, and luxury goods.

After all, the reimbursement limit given to each person by the organization is limited. The more money he spends of his own, the more Vermouth can control.

Purchasing the entire series of merchandise is no small expense, and because the adult is a global star who has won an Oscar, he was unable to snag some rare records and autographed photos, even with ample funds.

As the originator of the black box shopping scheme, Haruya Kuromon couldn't understand Calvados's deep-seated anguish, and simply replied calmly:

"Why not just collect a few more sets?"

Calvados felt mentally exhausted. He just wanted to take a good annual leave and then go back to work harder to collect his own complete series.

He sighed, sat back down, and saw the guest out: "Since it's a coincidence, you can leave if there's nothing else. I'm on annual leave, so don't bother me with any tasks from the organization."

Kuromon Haruya waved the tourist tickets around, and Calvados's gaze seemed glued to them, tracking their movements.

"By the way, do you know where Gin is?"

"I don't know, why are you asking about this?"

"I need to talk to him about something."

"Can't we get through to Gin?" Calvados covered his eyes and suggested impatiently, "What about Vodka, or Rum?"

“I haven’t tried it yet.”

"Then you go try it yourself first, get lost!"

Forced out of the room by Calvados with a pocket pistol, Kuromon Haruya lightly dusted off his sleeves and walked toward the dining room with a satisfied expression.

"I'm such a kind leader, I don't even get angry when my subordinates offend me. Or maybe I just haven't developed the habit of paying attention to these trivial matters?"

He hopped along the gaps between the tiles, muttering to himself, "In the past, I would definitely have said this:"

In any case, these insignificant things will be washed away by the long flow of time, so there's no need to care.

Even from a distance, through the glass wall of the open-air restaurant, the group could see Kuromon Haruya's unusually cheerful gait. Conan whispered a few words to his parents, then jogged over to greet him:

"Brother Heimen, did something good happen? You're smiling so happily."

Kuromon Haruya crossed his arms, a smile almost overflowing from his lips: "Hmm, I've come up with a really good idea for taking a photo."

"I knew it! Dad still doesn't understand you enough!"

Conan clenched his fist and waved it at the sky, quite pleased with himself: "By the way, the Italian coffee here is pretty good, you should try it, Kuromon-kun."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Kuromon Haruya put down his camera, accepted Conan's invitation, and walked with him toward the group of people chatting and laughing in the restaurant.

Conan walked ahead, recalling the suspicious compilation of Kuromon's videos from the day before yesterday, and said with some concern, "What are you planning to film this time? We agreed before, so you're not allowed to secretly film me again!"

“Okay~” Kuromon Haruya walked behind, looking at the blue sky outside the window. “Actually, I’ve only decided on the theme and length. It might take a long time to finish.”

"What theme?"

"One of only two treasures in the world."