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

The next morning, at Kuromon Haruya's residence.

Kuromon Haruya took out a strip of unnamed pills from the first-aid kit, looking somewhat conflicted.

"With Xiaolan Yuanzi involved in the team building activity, I feel there's a significant risk of being accidentally harmed, so I'll just take one."

If Shiho Miyano, who hadn't yet shrunk, had seen this scene, she would have been utterly shocked. The reason was simple: Haruya Kuromon was holding the aptX4869, which was already in production.

Forty years ago, Karasuma Renya, a well-known wealthy man in Japan, recruited elites from all walks of life to the Twilight Villa to unravel the mystery of the treasure left by his mother.

But the truth is that the wealthy man, obsessed with immortality, was running out of time and, having no other options, decided to try a cult ritual he had learned about to obtain the "elixir of immortality."

It was through this opportunity that Kuromon Haruya traveled to this world and, by a twist of fate, drank the elixir of immortality.

The elixir of immortality is a gift from the devil, and a gift from the gods.

Those who drink it will gain the ability to live forever, and will be able to heal quickly no matter what kind of injury they suffer, and will no longer die from "external factors".

An immortal being can only be ended by another immortal being. If one places their right hand on the forehead of a fellow being, they can devour that being's entire life's experience and knowledge. Perhaps to encourage mutual slaughter, those of the same kind can only reveal their true names to each other.

Conversely, if people of the same kind want to help each other, they can also pass on their knowledge in the same way.

To get back to the point, this version of aptx4869 is a poison that was accidentally developed with the opposite effect, based on the elixir of immortality.

An ordinary person would die immediately if they took it, but if an immortal took it, it could temporarily slow down the healing process of wounds.

One dose can suppress recovery to half, and two doses will reduce it to a normal level. If the person is killed during this process, the medication will lose its effect upon resurrection.

Originally, Haruya Kuromon took two pills a day, but after meeting the main characters, her dosage was gradually reduced to one.

If you get caught up in something really outrageous, you could get killed right in front of them, which would be a real problem!

"Hey, Brother Heimen, look this way!"

Near a car not far away, Sonoko Suzuki was waving her arms energetically, as if afraid of missing out.

Ran Mouri and Conan stood on the left side of the garden, while on her right, a muscular man wearing a red sleeveless shirt leaned against the car, posing with a flower in his mouth.

Upon seeing another handsome man arrive, the muscular man who was displaying his physique immediately became alert. He quickly pushed Conan into Haruya Kuromon's arms and then opened the passenger door for Ran Mouri.

Muscular man: "Mr. Kuromon, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for a long time! I'm Wakamatsu Toshihide, please take care of this kid."

"Okay, Conan, don't cause trouble." Kuromon Haruya helped hold down Conan, who wanted to rush forward, and whispered a reminder.

"Didn't you want to find out who gave her the chocolates? It wouldn't be good if you caused trouble and got sent back."

After being comforted, Conan reluctantly followed in the back seat. As a price, the pungent smell of jealousy permeated the entire journey, and when they arrived at their destination, Kuromon Haruya had the illusion of holding a jar of vinegar.

The fresh, vinegar-free air is simply wonderful!

Speaking of matchmaking events, they are actually a type of matchmaking and dating activity in Japan with a different name, which helps single people find a partner through self-introductions and games.

Such activities try to maintain a balanced male-to-female ratio, as is the case now.

There were four ladies: Ran, Sonoko, Yoshimi Watanabe with an inward-curling bob, and Kaori Sekiya with a neat short haircut.

On the men's side, besides Kuromon Haruya, there are the muscular Wakamatsu Toshihide, the somewhat gloomy Naomichi, and the playboy Minagawa Katsuhiko.

What? You mean there's Conan among men? He's just a little kid, he can't sit at the table.

"Oh no," thought Kuromon Haruya. He couldn't recall any plot details at all. He had thought that seeing the key figures at the scene would help him make the connection.

But that way, his experience might be even more interesting.

"Now it's Mr. Kuromon's turn to introduce himself!"

Kuromon Haruya withdrew from his thoughts and put on his signature "gentle and warm man" smile.

"My name is Haruya Kuromon, I am 26 years old, and I am a photographer."

As he spoke, he patted Conan, who was standing to the side, looking jealous: "This is my seven-year-old son, Conan Edogawa. Edogawa is his ex-wife's surname."

"Ex-wife?" "Son!"

The young people who had been exchanging information all looked up at each other, their mouths agape in disbelief, scrutinizing the similarities between the two.

Ran Mouri was both amused and exasperated. Glancing at the unreliable Sonoko, she could only explain herself: "Kuromon-san was just joking! Conan is staying at my house; he's a relative of an acquaintance."

"Yes! I am the legendary savior of the Japanese police, the Sherlock Holmes of the Heisei era, Shinichi Kudo... my brother's relative!"

Conan, who was just wondering how to get a word in edgewise, was overjoyed and jumped onto a chair to start eliminating his rivals.

"I'm here to protect Ran-neechan in Shinichi's place!"

The sound of shattering porcelain rang out, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw Minagawa Katsuhiko's mother, Mrs. Minagawa, staring blankly at the plate and cake that had fallen to the ground.

"Auntie, are you alright?" Miss Watanabe stepped forward to help.

Mrs. Minagawa wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with the cuff of her kimono and gave a wry smile, somewhat apologetically: "I'm sorry you had to see this. I'll go make some more cakes!"

Looking at the table full of dishes and drinks, the tall Wakamatsu was unwilling to let her work any further and insisted on pulling Mrs. Minagawa to sit down at the table.

"Auntie, you've worked hard too. Please sit down and rest with us! There's enough cake left."

Kuromon Haruya glanced at the number of cakes on the table. If they were divided into one cake per person, there were still two cakes short.

"Big brother, how do the cake and coffee taste?"

A child's question came from the lower left corner; it was Lady Minagawa's son, O-Shin, staring at the dining table with shining eyes.

"The cake and coffee are both delicious."

Upon receiving his affirmative reply, Ah Jin immediately picked up Conan's coffee cup and took a sip. "So bitter!"

Seeing her son acting up, Mrs. Minagawa had no choice but to feed him a piece of cake to appease him.

Haruya Kuromon pulled Conan to his side, pointed at Shin, then at Ran and the cake.

"Conan, can a little kid like you really drink coffee?"

Seeing his hint, Conan had a flash of inspiration: Kuromon-kun, thank you for your guidance!

"Sister Xiaolan, the coffee is so bitter!"

With a clip sound that even children find unsettling, Conan threw a tantrum in front of Ran Mouri, and in return, he received the perk of being fed cake.

While Conan was playing around, Kuromon Haruya successfully swapped Conan's and Sonoko's coffees.

Since leaving Italy, I've rarely had such a rich and aromatic coffee. It seems that Mrs. Minagawa added something special to the coffee, making the aftertaste even longer and more lasting.

"Mrs. Minagawa, may I ask how this delicious cup of coffee is made? Could you tell me the recipe?"

"Ah, ah?" Mrs. Minagawa clearly didn't react immediately, and after thinking for a while, she gave the brand of coffee beans.

As the event progressed, the air inside became somewhat stuffy. Just as Kuromon Haruya was about to open the window behind her to let in some fresh air, she saw Minagawa Katsuhiko lighting a cigarette in front of Watanabe Yoshimi in an ambiguous scene.

"Brother Heimen, what kind of drinking style is that?"

Conan glanced sideways at the cake floating in Yoruichi Kuromon's coffee cup.

"When I was studying abroad, I heard about a Chinese drink called cake milk tea, so I gave it a try."

"what!!!"

Just as he finished his introduction, Naomichi, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly pointed at Yoruichi Kuromon's cup, let out a terrified and miserable scream, and then fell backward onto the floor.

Is this because they're infuriated by this innovative way of drinking from a foreign country?