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

"As mentioned before, fortunately, your injury is not serious."

"The bullet that was fired did not damage major blood vessels or nerves, nor did it injure your leg bones. So far, your wound has shown no signs of inflammation, infection, or necrosis. If this positive trend continues, you may be fully recovered in just a few weeks!"

After summarizing the report, Shirai Mitsuo cleared his throat, putting aside the idea of ​​using VIP patients as teaching cases.

No matter how many times he read this medical record, he would still marvel at it—to suffer such minor injuries after being maliciously attacked by a thug is even rarer than finding a winning lottery ticket in toilet paper!

Heimen Yaoye was all too familiar with that menacing gaze. After all, every codenamed member who went to the research institute to supervise the work would be met with stares from those research fanatics.

Dr. Shirai's troubled gaze gradually moved upwards, and she hesitated before speaking: "Although the test results are all moving in a positive direction, I still have to remind you of something."

"please say."

"Recently, some nurses on duty have reported to me that when cleaning this ward, they often find a lot of shed hair..."

The patient's smile remained perfectly unchanged, yet Shirai felt something was amiss. A pang of unease gripped her, as if stopping the conversation was the only way to avoid misfortune.

Kuromon Haruya tilted her head and looked at her with a smile: "Oh dear, are you saying I might be losing my hair?"

A gentle breeze blew in from the window, startling the birds on the branches into flight, brushing against his face.

"However, young people have a high metabolism, which is normal."

Just as Dr. Shirai opened his mouth to explain, a few strands of hair flew in with the wind, landing in his mouth and around his eyes, smearing his face and forcing him into a dilemma:

If I deal with it now, the action will inevitably be obvious, making the situation even more awkward; but if I don't deal with it, not only will it be uncomfortable to leave it on my face, but it would be even worse if I choked on it later.

Kuromon Haruya watched silently as the doctor performed a mime act full of expressive gestures, a murderous intent she had never felt before rising within her.

Are the research institute and those waiters around him just freeloaders?! Such a serious drug reaction to the aptX series, why didn't anyone report it to him?!

If the core researchers knew that the cafeteria food had become so bad this month because of this, they would definitely complain loudly to him:

Regardless of the fact that aptx4869 didn't leave any survivor samples, as a boss, he would be thoroughly disinfected wherever he went. Who would dare to assume that the man was bald?

"Thank you for your hard work. According to the schedule, is the next step to start the IV drip?"

We're all adults here, and there are some things we should see through but not say. Kuromon Haruya offered a way out, and Shirai Mitsuo was naturally happy to end the conversation.

"Yes! I'll go get today's medicine and cough syrup right now."

Haruya Kuromon: ...

Watching the doctor awkwardly close the door, Kurokawa Haruya's smile gradually faded, his face becoming more somber than ever before.

Rum, the organization's second-in-command, is already bald. By all accounts, Karasuma Renya will also be bald when he gets old.

This phenomenon of vigorous hair metabolism is essentially a battle between the elixir of immortality and the efficacy of drug A. The side effects of taking the latter cause hair loss, while the former tries to restore the body to its original state, leading to this consequence.

As a semi-finished product, the current A drug already has such an explosive effect. Kuromon Haruya dared not imagine what the finished silver bullet would look like.

If Vermouth and Gin took the silver bullet, they would also become bald...

Kuromon Haruya slapped her cheeks, forcing herself to shake off the nightmarish reverie: "Absolutely not! Even if it costs me a million lives, I will protect their hair!"

True to his word, Kuromon Haruya immediately picked up his phone and dialed Conan's number.

Taking the cookie from Professor Agasa, Conan picked up the phone and looked at the smug Ai Haibara on the other end with displeasure: "Hey, Kuromon-kun, what do you want?"

He merely mentioned that Professor Agasa's house contained before-and-after photos of him shrinking and Kuromon's eyewitness testimony, and this science fanatic woman, like a shark smelling treasure, insisted on being taken there.

And Professor Agasa, after learning about her background, had no suspicion whatsoever and simply offered her tea, snacks, and books.

"Shinichi, have you experienced any adverse physical reactions since you shrunk?"

Conan was somewhat surprised: "No, why do you ask that?"

They've been shrunk for so long, they would have been able to spot any unusual symptoms long ago. So when Brother Heimen suddenly asked, it certainly wasn't without reason.

"I happened to be chatting with Dr. Shirai when we talked about you."

Heimen Yaoye rubbed a strand of hair between his fingers and shamelessly shifted the blame: "According to his observation, your metabolism is exceptionally vigorous, and the degree of hair loss is far beyond that of ordinary people, which is a characteristic of hair loss."

"Hair loss!"

Under the watchful eyes of Dr. Agasa and Ai Haibara, Conan hurriedly ran to the bathroom, stood on a chair, and nervously examined his scalp.

There are no bald patches, and the amount of hair is normal, but as Brother Heimen said, it is indeed falling out more easily!

"So I was wondering if this was an effect of the drug."

Anxiety doesn't disappear easily, but it can be shifted. Listening to the clanging sounds of the ping-pong balls on the other side, Kuromon Haruya no longer had her initial worries.

After giving Shiho Miyano such a long vacation as an exception, it's time for her to return to work.

Since she had time to fake cry, Kuromon Haruya simply gave her a side quest to practice on. Crying? Crying would count as owed work time!

"Thank you, Brother Heimen. I'll be careful."

Conan hung up the phone, staring at the stray hairs falling on his shoulders in the mirror, his lips pressed tightly together.

Ai Haibara leaned against the door, looking at his bitter expression, like a golden chinchilla that had just seen a spilled water glass, and teased him with a slightly curious paw:

"What's wrong? How can the famous Shinichi Kudo be so flustered?"

Conan stated that he did not wish to reply.

Through the reflection in the mirror, he rolled his eyes at Haibara: "Of course it's that miraculous hair loss drug you developed."

"I'll invent an antidote for that drug sooner or later, okay?"

"What did you say? Hair loss?!"

With her icy blue eyes wide and round, Ai Haibara reacted and almost instantly teleported to the sink, squeezing Conan to the other side and combing her brown hair from side to side.

"You can't be kidding, I've really lost a lot of hair! This didn't happen to the surviving mouse in the experiment..."

No! There are actually some abnormal phenomena!

Ai Haibara recalled the details of the laboratory. The mouse had grown much larger without changing its weight, and it felt much softer to the touch.

Is it shedding its fur?

Seeing her pale face, Conan knew that her hair loss was definitely related to the medication: "Don't you even know what kind of medication you developed?"

Ai Haibara retorted, "I already said it was a work in progress, but those people in the organization took it and used it without my permission, despite my objections!"

"Can you really develop an antidote?"

The tension in the air grew stronger. Dr. Agasa, munching on a cookie, carefully lifted the two children off their chairs one by one to prevent them from falling and getting hurt: "Alright, alright, after all, you're rare comrades-in-arms. Kids, you should get along well."

Conan/Ai Haibara: "Don't treat us like children!"

The two little ones glared at each other angrily, then looked at the doctor who was caught in the middle, and parted on bad terms, beginning their first cold war since their first encounter.

"Sigh~" Professor Agasa swallowed the cookie whole, looked at the two walking close to the wall, and sighed:

But at your actual age, you're still children in my eyes.

In a corner unnoticed by anyone, short black and brown hair gradually fell and piled up, foreshadowing the blockage of the drainpipe on New Year's Eve.