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

The cylindrical stamp, shaped like a cigar, moved between his fingers. Kuromon Haruya looked at the pattern at the top of the stamp and fell into memories.

The dark sandalwood shell has become smooth and shiny with the passage of time. Although the patterns carefully carved by the craftsman are somewhat worn, the cloud patterns and flowers and birds on it can still be seen, revealing a simple and elegant charm.

The emblem at the top is made of nickel silver, depicting a raven nestled in its burrow, its neck outstretched and its claws extended with contentment, as if it were nearing the end of its life or about to hatch.

This was once the personal seal of the Karasuma family head, passed down through generations. After some modifications, it now also functions as an electronic cigarette lighter. Simply press the protruding button at the end of the casing, and the device inside will heat up the family crest.

"Sigh, even Vienna, who just joined the organization, knows how to help each other. On the other hand, Rum, the most senior member, is so indifferent that it chills me to the bone."

Tearing a page from the notebook, Yoruichi Kuromon picked up the ballpoint pen from the pool of blood and wrote lines of orders amidst the dripping blood.

To my most trusted right-hand men:

It's been several days since our last meeting (I recently retired), and with your intelligence and prudence (given your impatient nature), you must have already found traces of me (you dared to try and find me already?). It's been so long since we last met (it's only been a few days), I really miss having you by my side (you always cause me trouble), are you doing well (are you tired of living?)?

He turned on the heating switch, and Heimen Yaoye, stained with the blood that had spread beneath his boss, stamped a charred red mark where his name should have been written.

After writing the letter of greeting, Kuromon Haruya rolled up the pages and placed them in the iron box next to the Raven's Claw, urging with a smile, "Rum must be getting impatient, hurry up and send it over!"

"Wow! Wow!"

The raven disgustedly dodged his outstretched, dirty hand, nodded haphazardly, and hurriedly scurried into the pipe, making a loud thumping sound.

Conan followed the hand gestures of the armed police officers in front and cautiously raised his head to observe.

"It's probably a rat. Let's relax our vigilance."

Instructions came through the headset, and they resumed their march, continuing to grope their way forward in the dimly lit passage.

The Miho Princess Hotel has a long history. Although the interior layout has changed significantly from the original design after being taken over by several groups, the most basic structure has been preserved.

While planning the infiltration route for the special police team, a preliminary design drawing of a hotel that was accidentally tucked into the construction drawings caught the attention of Yusaku Kudo.

The underground passage they were in was an emergency escape corridor designed when the hotel was first built to cope with war and disaster. After the effects of the war dissipated and the world order stabilized, this passage lost its value and was gradually forgotten.

After receiving a positive response from the current hotel owner, Yusaku Kudo immediately approved and finalized the rescue plan.

The police rescue team was divided into two groups.

The first group of police officers, carrying a signal jammer capable of remotely controlling explosives, entered the hotel basement through the emergency exit and waited in place.

Once the first group was ready, the second group of detectives, under the pretext that "funds are being raised and some supplies need to be provided first," drove a van carrying 200 million yen in cash to the back door of the hotel to distract the criminals.

In addition, the hotel owner brought some good news—

To protect guests' privacy, this hotel, like its peers, has only installed effective cameras in the lobby and back door on the first floor!

"Little brother, keep up, don't fall behind."

The rear guard patted Conan on the back, urging him not to let his guard down while he was thinking.

Although it's unclear why their superiors ordered them to bring an elementary school student along, there's always a reason behind everything, and the two famous detectives present must have their own reasons!

"Ok!"

Time was of the essence, and the group's progress couldn't accommodate individuals too much. Conan strode forward with his short legs, the words of his father before they left echoing in his ears:

"After activating the strong signal jammer, the internal communications of the rescue team may be somewhat disrupted. If the situation changes suddenly and we are unable to provide timely guidance, then the decision-making on the scene will fall entirely on you, Shinichi!"

Looking at the exit gate right in front of him, Conan raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face, forcing a smile onto his face:

"Dad, you can rest assured that you'll hand over the mantle of the new Sherlock Holmes to me!"

...

Inside the control room, a thug who was reading gossip about Yoko Okino on a monitor slapped his phone, which had suddenly lost signal, and shouted, clutching his head:

"Why is this damn phone out of signal again! Seriously, is Ms. Yoko secretly married or not?!"

Another thug on duty leaned over and said, "Forget about you, why is my new phone also out of signal?"

"Because the underworld doesn't have internet access?"

The eldest brother's gruff voice came from above, naturally interrupting the conversation.

"You're being too..."

They instinctively looked up at the ceiling in the direction of the sound, and saw a dark figure wearing a white mask hanging upside down from the rafters like a bat, almost touching their faces.

The fawning smiles froze in mid-air as the shadowy figure raised his cloak, and the flash of gunfire became the last image reflected on their retinas.

Kuromon Haruya turned off the portable jamming device that Crow Express had delivered, took the phone from their hands, and began to sow discord among his other accomplices in the contact list:

[My eldest/second eldest brother is planning a rebellion, and XX attacked me. Let's protect him together!]

Using a handkerchief made of special fabric to wipe away fingerprints, Yoruichi Kuromon stuffed a pistol between the two corpses, faking a scene of mutual slaughter.

"Three have been dealt with, fifteen remain."

Thanks to the gang leader's candid account, Heimen Yaoye was able to uncover their internal collusion and rifts in the shortest possible time.

Based on intelligence and the real-time tracking of the crow network in the ventilation ducts, he quickly rushed towards the stairwell while updating the intelligence:

"There are four guards watching the hostages in the lobby on the first floor, six more scattered across the first to third floors, and the rest of the guys and Yukiko are gathered at the back door."

...We need to clear the area before Conan arrives.

As he pressed the send button, he raised his pistol.

The thug guarding the stairwell received the message and was about to peek out when a bullet shot out at extremely high speed, piercing his skull.

"Ten left."

The counter updated, and without looking back, Kuromon Haruya fired another shot towards the hall before running upstairs.

Bang!

"What's wrong!"

The unsuppressed gunshot reached the front hall, immediately alerting the guard. But before he could realize what was happening, a follow-up shot struck him squarely in the abdomen, causing him to bleed profusely.

These gunshots were the starting signal for the battle. The remaining thugs watched their comrades screaming in agony, but showed no intention of coming to their aid—they had all received instructions from their respective faction leaders: there was only one car, and only half of the people could survive.

Seeing their attitude, the fallen thugs knew they wouldn't survive this ordeal, so they simply burst into laughter:

"You bunch of cowards! You think you can escape being dealt with like this? None of you will live! Hahahahahaha..."

Amidst his maniacal laughter, his voice gradually weakened, and after a few random twitches, he fell silent.

Having confirmed the elimination of a competitor, the number ten bolt hidden behind the pillar was cocked. He looked at his accomplice opposite him, whose eyes also held a menacing expression, and pulled the trigger.

Thud, thud, thud!