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

As soon as Conan opened the car door, he saw Haruya Kuromon being held hostage by a burly man wearing a black jumpsuit and a black hood, with a gun pointed at his head.

"Brother Heimen!"

Upon hearing Conan's call, Kuromon Haruya's eyes lit up, and he immediately looked over, smiling and waving slightly.

"You damn cop, behave yourself! You're our hostage now!"

Seeing how relaxed he was, the thugs beside him tightened their grip on his arm and held him even more firmly.

"Uh...cough cough, okay."

Although the criminal was a bit amateurish and didn't even know how to control a hostage, Kuromon Haruya still played along and pretended to be out of breath.

This was not his intention to appear in public, but unfortunately, the group of thugs seemed to have chosen him long ago.

"That old man Rum, could it be that he's got wild ambitions again and wants to show me some fancy tricks?"

Kuromon Haruya narrowed his eyes and remotely controlled the nearby crows to prepare for a team fight.

When he first saw this group of people, he thought they were relatives of Fan Ze Zhenren who had come to commit crimes. After a moment of stunned silence, he lost his chance to escape.

In order to maintain his public persona in front of the main characters, Kuromon Haruya currently has no choice but to obediently cooperate with the thugs.

Seeing that he had calmed down, the assailant retreated step by step into the room.

"Officers in Izu, your superior has been captured! We have a bomb. If you make any rash moves, all the guests in the hotel will be killed!"

"Bomb! Bomb!"

At this time, Conan had not yet accumulated any experience of being surrounded by explosions, and upon hearing the threat, a sense of crisis immediately welled up in his heart!

Ran, Mom, and Professor Agasa are all at the hotel! And Kuromon could die at any moment!

The more experienced Yusaku Kudo remained calm and looked at the auxiliary police officer beside him: "Excuse me, who is the officer being held hostage?"

The auxiliary police officer replied anxiously, "It's our superior, Inspector Yokomizo Sango! That coral-headed guy!"

Conan: Oh, it's our old acquaintance, Inspector Yokomizo... wait, no!

"I knew you guys were gossiping about my hairstyle behind my back!"

Yokomizo Sango, clutching his head which had been bruised from the sudden stop, climbed out of the car and bared his teeth, berating:

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm right here!"

Kogoro Mouri asked, somewhat puzzled, "Then who was kidnapped? Did you send reinforcements?"

"Yes, it's Mr. Kuromon!"

At that moment, a police officer brought over Akiko Sayama, who was handcuffed: "It must be because Mr. Kuromon was instructing us on how to handle the case that those criminals mistook him for an officer."

"what!"

Yokomizo Sango quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie to communicate with the plainclothes officers who were currently stranded in the hotel.

"puff."

Calvados, standing at the back, gleefully sent the big news to Vermouth and the sniper team.

[Butber has been taken hostage. (Location and live TV channel included)]

Haha, how could a codename member be kidnapped in public? That's so lame!

Inside the hotel, Kuromon Haruya was pressing his wrists together to make it easier for the thugs to tie him up.

As required, all guests on the first to third floors of the hotel were gathered in the lobby on the first floor, while guests on the other floors were required to stay in their rooms and were not allowed to go out at will.

Beside him were five other passengers who had been unfortunately chosen as hostages, men, women, and children, who were being managed separately.

Ran Mouri and the others huddled together in a corner of the hall, their heads in their hands, their blue-purple eyes filled with worry.

The eight thugs were too scattered. If they had gathered together, perhaps she and Brother Heimen could have handled the situation reasonably.

Haruya Kuromon saw through her thoughts, subtly shook her head at Ran Mouri, and mouthed:

'There are accomplices in the crowd; don't expose yourselves.'

Accomplice!

Ran Mouri paused for a moment, then unconsciously shifted her attention to another direction.

Two of the perpetrators carried sacks and confiscated cell phones and looted valuables among the passengers, while the rest of the passengers remained completely unaware of anything amiss.

Kuromon Haruya lowered his eyes, eavesdropping on their internal discussions while mentally marking the enemy.

He hadn't been in charge of the questioning for long, so the criminals would only assume he was an officer if they had recently witnessed him giving instructions to officers in the lobby.

All visible elevators were stopped on the first floor. Judging from the constantly shifting perspectives of the surveillance cameras, the control room was probably completely under their control.

Unless they are members of the organization, eight people simply cannot handle this workload.

Twenty minutes later, even after Kuromon Haruya had identified the type of bomb, the group of thugs were finally able to come up with a countermeasure.

"Hey, cop." The leader stepped forward, grabbed Heimen Yaoye by the collar, and ordered, "Now use the walkie-talkie to tell your colleagues that we need three vans and one billion in cash!"

I don't know what's gotten into criminals lately, but they always seem to like to crumple other people's clothes.

"I didn't bring a walkie-talkie."

Haruya Kuromon got up, walked to the side of a fallen police officer, confirmed that the officer was still breathing, took the walkie-talkie, and tuned it to the police channel from memory:

"This is inside the Izu Princess Hotel. I am Haruya Kuromon from the First Investigation Division of Shizuoka Prefecture. I am here to convey the criminals' request to release the hostages. Please respond upon receipt."

Yusaku Kudo and Kogoro Mouri exchanged a glance, and the former quickly typed a message on his phone.

Inspector Yokomizo looked at the screen and replied, word by word, "This is Inspector Yokomizo of the First Investigation Division. Inspector Kuromon, I have received your message."

"The time limit is one hour. During this time, provide them with three well-maintained vans capable of escaping the scene, each with a capacity of at least six people."

Furthermore, three hundred million, four hundred million, and three hundred million yen in cash were placed in the cargo compartments of the three vehicles respectively. After preparations were made, the surrounding police forces were withdrawn, and the vehicles were parked at the back entrance of the hotel.

The orderly voice clearly laid out the conditions, and Kuromon Haruya even considered the criminals' needs, helping them to supplement the details of their requirements.

It's just like a real estate agent who showers you with compliments when you're renting a place.

In contrast, Yokomizo's tone sounded flustered, like a newcomer being forced into a new role:

"Oh no?! One hour is too rushed! Please, give us some more time to communicate and prepare, this is really too tight!"

Kuromon Haruya relayed the request back, and the thugs discussed it for a while, then gave a deadline:

"Two hours. It's very close to the nearest large bank, so it won't take that long."

The bomb was set to detonate in two and a half hours. If the police fail to retrieve the item, they will face the consequences.

After the notification was completed, seemingly not wanting to give the police another chance, the signal on the other end was immediately shut down unilaterally.

Officer Yokomizo looked at the building under control, his heart filled with worry:

"Mr. Kudo, your strategy of pretending to be a novice was indeed effective. But now everyone is under control, and our plainclothes agents can't produce any information!"

"Don't worry." Kudo Yusaku smiled, pushing up his glasses with his ring finger, his expression exuding an aura of strategic brilliance and decisive victory.

"The guy from the Black Gate has already provided enough information."

"what?"

Inspector Yokomizo was a little confused. What else did Haruya Kuromon say besides impersonating an officer?

“That’s right.” Conan mimicked his father’s gesture, using his reflective glasses to look at people.

"While the thugs were discussing their plan, there was a series of coded tapping sounds in the background noise. Translated into Morse code, it means—"

"Plastic bomb, wireless remote control, 18 people!"