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

"Dear viewers, we now have an urgent news briefing."

The news broadcast on TV was abruptly switched, and a sweet-voiced female host picked up the microphone, directing the camera's focus to the background.

"The building behind me is the Izu Princess Hotel, the most reputable hotel in Izu. At 10:15 this morning, a group of criminals fled here while being pursued by the police and took all the guests in the building hostage! The police are currently working hard to carry out a rescue operation."

Under the clear blue sky, the coastline, which should have been a leisure resort, was now filled with a dense crowd of people, and several light blue helicopters from the Metropolitan Police Department were circling around the buildings, waiting for instructions.

Police officers who were urgently dispatched have already set up a cordon outside the safe zone estimated by experts. A large number of people have gathered outside to watch. Some of them are relatives and friends who have been caught up in the incident, while others are trying to get a good spot to join in the fun and are trying to move further forward.

Amuro Tooru watched the live broadcast on television and quickly grasped the precariousness of the situation—

Izu City has a good reputation for public safety, but its police force is far less than that of Tokyo and Osaka. The police officers here do not have much experience in dealing with large-scale crimes, and calming the public requires a significant amount of manpower.

...What's worse, they were the ones who lured the criminals there.

Amuro Tooru looked at Asami Narumi, whose expression was solemn and he was very dissatisfied with the result that affected ordinary people.

Vienna Lager, codenamed Vienna for short, is a newcomer who has been broadening his understanding of the organization since he joined.

Vienna's approach to operations is quite unique; almost all the missions he takes on involve double-crossing, and he even goes out of his way to avoid harming innocent people during operations, unless it is assigned by Gin or the mission.

What shocked Amuro even more was that despite his upright conduct, no one in the organization suspected Vienna of being an undercover agent! He was almost starting to think of Vienna as a wayward youth who had mistakenly joined the organization!

Asagi Narumi frowned as he watched the figures running around in the background. He remembered that Mr. Kuromon seemed to be very close to the Mori family. Since Kogoro Mori was here, did that mean he was also here?

There was no reply to the text message sent on his phone. Asagi looked up at the beautiful woman beside him with a pair of light blue cat eyes:

"Kier, I remember you're a top presenter on Nichiuri TV, right? Do you have any more inside information?"

"Of course."

Considering her positive experiences working with Vienna recently, Kiel was happy to share information; after all, she wasn't some kind of mystic.

"This group of rats is larger than we thought. They have completely taken control of the hotel, and the famous Yukiko Fujimine is among the hostages. In addition, they have also taken a police officer hostage for internal and external communications."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the situation took a new turn.

Two figures appeared at the hotel entrance. Ran Mouri, supporting the weak pregnant woman, slowly walked towards Yusaku Kudo and the others under the flashing lights of the media and countless gazes.

The distance of a hundred meters seemed especially long at that moment. Ran Mouri recalled the image of Haruya Kuromon covered in blood, gritted her teeth, and kept convincing herself:

There's still time. Aunt Yukiko, Brother Kuromon, and everyone else, we'll all be safe and sound in the end!

Step by step, when they finally reached the safe zone, the medical staff who had been waiting in advance immediately took the pregnant woman from her hands and escorted her to the ambulance on a stretcher.

"Ran!" Kogoro Mouri helped his daughter, who was almost collapsing to the ground, up and hugged her tightly with heartache.

"Dad..." Having escaped the terrifying environment, her father's figure seemed so reliable. Ran felt her tears were about to burst forth, but there were more important things to do now:

"Quickly, find a way to save Brother Heimen! He was shot in the thigh by thugs and is bleeding a lot. He was just taken towards the interrogation room!"

"And Uncle Yusaku, I'm so sorry, if it weren't for me, Aunt Yukiko wouldn't have been found out..."

The more critical the situation, the calmer the detective should be. Kudo Yusaku patted Ran's head to comfort her, "Don't worry, the rescue operation has already begun. Now tell us what's happening inside the hotel to increase our chances of success."

The camera zooms in on Yusaku Kudo's resolute expression, while the female presenter, touching her right earpiece, continues her report after receiving instructions from her superiors:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the kidnappers have now conveyed their second demand to the police: they are requesting a public address to the entire public via television channels! Next up is a televised broadcast—"

An arrogant and gruff voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Listen up, everyone! Releasing two people ahead of schedule is our bottom line. We have one and a half hours left. If you can't come up with 1 billion yen within the allotted time, we'll fight to the death."

"Now that famous actress Yukiko Fujimine is in our hands, who knows what might happen if we dare to make any rash moves!"

The leader let out a series of wicked, lewd laughs and continued, "Like this guy in our hands, the dutiful Inspector Kuromon from the First Investigation Division, he's become much more obedient after losing a leg. Come on, say hello to everyone!"

"Cough cough!"

The sound of a blunt object striking something was heard, unbearable to hear, followed by a violent coughing sound that grew louder as it approached.

The receiver was deliberately pressed against the officer's mouth by the assailant, and the audience could clearly hear the officer's painful and disordered breathing. He gasped for breath several times in pain before managing to speak.

His hoarse voice couldn't mask his gentleness; the moment Heimon Haruya opened his mouth, he won over the hearts of millions: "Please remain calm, everyone. The police will protect everyone... Hmm!"

"Tch, cops never know how to talk!"

The sound of wind cutting through the air followed a beating and groans before the thugs picked up the walkie-talkie and turned off the call.

A heavy silence hung over the scene. Even reporters, seasoned by murder cases, couldn't help but show their true emotions. One reporter closed his eyes, quickly composed himself, and forced a smile as he offered words of encouragement:

"Just as Inspector Kuromon said, please calm down and believe that the incident will be resolved satisfactorily!"

The TV screen was manually turned off. Asagi looked at the message from Hanze on his phone and clenched his fists.

[Fanze: Mr. Kuromon also went on vacation to Izu. I just asked Rum, and he's the hostage.]

A murderous aura instantly swelled, and a furious blaze flashed in Asagi's eyes. The incessant sonata echoed in his mind once more.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Amuro Tooru quickly chased after him, saying, "Vienna, where are you going! We finally managed to shake off Kudo Yusaku's pursuit."

Asahi stopped and turned around, his gaze icy: "Butber is also trapped among the hostages."

Amuro warned under his sharp gaze, "Don't forget Rum's instructions; he told us to stay put."

"He is my partner."

After saying that, Asahi ran quickly towards the armory, leaving the two undercover agents looking at each other with complicated feelings.

Amuro Tooru stared at his departing figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

There was a time when he disregarded his own life and safety, rushing towards those who could be called companions. But now, he can only run tirelessly through the long, dark night, hoping for a dawn that he can never see.

"A partner...?"