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

A large criminal gang of 18 people only carried 10 bombs, and they were the most common remote-controlled plastic bombs...

"Tsk tsk tsk, the criminals in the early stages were too conservative."

Kuromon Haruya leaned against the base of a pillar, feigning sleep, using the crows to extend his senses and eavesdrop under the police car.

"Mr. Kudo, the explosive ordnance disposal team is ready!"

Officer Yokomizo pushed through the crowd and jogged forward. "The ransom is being raised with great effort, but it's still too difficult to do so within two hours!"

As Kudo Yusaku laid out the hotel's construction plans on the table, he circled some strange symbols with a pen while offering words of comfort.

"It's alright, we have no obligation to pay a ransom."

Knowing that he meant more than just that, Inspector Yokomizo looked at Kogoro Mouri, trying to get an answer. However, the latter was also busy reviewing case files and had no time to pay attention to him.

"Because the criminals' focus is not on the money at all; it's just a pretext for their operation."

Seeing this, Conan, standing on a chair and leaning over the table, began to answer:

"Officer Yokomizo, do you remember why we encountered those thugs?"

Based on Calvados's intelligence, the group drove directly to the port to screen suspicious speedboats and vessels in the vicinity.

As the police car drove around a corner of the pier, they came face to face with this group of suspicious people dressed in black.

If it weren't for Kogoro Mouri and Calvados' quick reactions, Inspector Yokomizo might have gotten a hole in his forehead.

After a chase, the thugs rushed into the van and were subsequently pursued here!

"Don't you find it strange?"

With his father backing him up, Conan wasn't afraid of being suspected, so he simply let loose with his deductions:

"If they were going to drive anyway, why would they change clothes in a corner inside the dock? That would only make them more conspicuous and increase the risk of being spotted."

"I see!" Officer Yokomizo clapped his hands. "Actually, their original vehicle was parked nearby!"

“That’s right. And the fact that they are so familiar with the situation in the hotel and were able to find the person in charge and the control room immediately shows that they had accomplices stationed there all along.”

Haruya Kuromon nodded slightly, mentally filling in the gaps in the plot for Conan.

Logically speaking, criminals like them would send people to guard the area after selecting a temporary hideout to prevent unauthorized personnel from entering.

While large groups like theirs may not be the best at hijacking, they have no problem with using force.

The fact that these two forces met is no simple coincidence. It's highly likely that Rum had sent men to eliminate the guards beforehand.

"The idea of ​​diverting attention is good, but it's too hasty. Someone like Yusaku Kudo must have already noticed something amiss."

As he pondered, Kuromon Haruya glanced disdainfully at the thugs who were moving the goods—ten packs of explosives wouldn't even be enough to clean up the mess.

"Boss, the goods are all here!" A masked man with an accent rubbed his aching back, patted the cardboard boxes on the flatbed cart, and his eyes gleamed.

"I never imagined there was so much stock hidden on Moonshadow Island. Now we won't have to worry about establishing a foothold after we move overseas!"

The leader spat on the ground, looked at Heimen Yaoye, and cursed, "Eighteen, if it weren't for those fellow villagers of yours who joined later being dishonest, we wouldn't have been discovered by the cops!"

Feeling guilty, Shiba couldn't save face either, so he echoed him with a few swear words in slang that shouldn't appear in the work.

The eight men from his hometown were planning to steal some treasures before they left last night. The seven of them were in charge of making the moves, while he stayed behind to provide backup.

Unexpectedly, after one night, the others could no longer be contacted! This attracted a large number of police officers searching the area, almost ruining everything!

"Hey, that's right!" Speaking of cops, Eighteen glanced at Kuromon Haruya and suddenly had a great idea.

"Boss, isn't there a cop? Let's just ask him!"

Only after being reminded did the leader remember that they had a detective they had grabbed along the way.

This guy can come to work without wearing a police uniform, and everyone treats him with utmost respect, so he's obviously a high-ranking official in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Pulling a pistol from his pocket, the boss staggered over to Heimen Yaoye and fired a shot at the ceiling.

The sudden gunshot not only startled the civilians but also made the police officers on the perimeter hold their breath.

Ran Mouri looked towards the corridor leading to the back, her worry reaching its peak: "The only hostage they just brought to the logistics area was Kuromon!"

The scorching hot muzzle of the gun was aimed at Kuromon Haruya's limbs, gesturing casually above them.

"Now I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. If you dare to lie, I'll cripple your hands and feet first! Do you understand?"

Yoruichi Kuromon nodded calmly: "Understood."

His calm attitude in the face of a life-threatening situation made the boss take a second look.

How did you find out about the docking point?

Yoruichi met his gaze: "Some people pointed out that they noticed a suspicious cruise ship through their binoculars last night while sightseeing."

The eldest brother frowned, dissatisfied with his answer.

Last night was dark and windy, and the ships were sailing on the dark sea, making them difficult for ordinary people to spot.

How did the police come to notice this hotel?

“We received a report that a guest had mysteriously disappeared from the hotel, and we brought a team here this morning to investigate the case.”

Seeing the other party's unfriendly expression, Kuromon Haruya reluctantly added, "We have indeed not received any information about this hotel."

"So what did those seven people you arrested on Moonshadow Island last night confess to?"

"They are all dead."

Bang!

A sudden, sharp pain shot through him, followed by a gunshot that rang in his ears. His breathing stopped abruptly, and everything went black before his eyes. He collapsed weakly onto the floor.

"Uh..." He struggled to suppress the sound in his throat, but his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

The sensation of muscle tissue being torn apart was like an electric current, running from the toes to the brain, with thick blood gushing out from the wound.

Kuromon Haruya curled up, the massive blood loss in a short time causing her muscles to become weak, and her entire leg spasming uncontrollably.

"Stop joking!" The leader tore off a strip of cloth and roughly stuffed it into his wound to stop the bleeding. "If you don't tell the truth, I've done plenty of skinning people alive too!"

"Ha, first, listen to me..." Taking a deep breath, Kuromon Haruya gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain, and squeezed out a few words.

The eldest brother wiped the blood splattered on his clothes, lowered his head impatiently, and put his ear close to his chest.

"Lying down..."

The eldest brother moved even closer.

“An undercover agent.” Kuromon Haruya’s expression was a mixture of laughter and tears, and you could see deep into his eyes.

"what?"

The leader shook his head violently; for some reason, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to meet the policeman's gaze.

With a smile playing on her lips, Kuromon Haruya softly told him the "most credible" truth:

"Someone in this team betrayed you; there are rats in your gang."