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

The melting snow flowed along the veins of the leaves, dripping onto the marble floor, reminding Kuromon Yoya of the old water clock in the Karasuma mansion that had been languishing for hundreds of years.

He strolled among the branches with his slender, bird-like claws, looking down at Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was working in an open-air café.

This open-air café, converted from a garden maze, is secluded and quiet, and only a few hundred meters from the Mihana General Hospital where his main body is located, making it the perfect choice for standby office work.

The little raven hopped down from the branch, glided through the air, and landed safely on the man's right shoulder: "Sogrid, what are you doing?"

Good morning, boss.

Without even looking up, Kurokawa Kagemitsu took out a small bag he had prepared long ago from his pocket and poured it into his palm.

The plump walnuts and almonds gleam with an enticing luster, adding a unique nutty aroma to the winter. The sun-dried blueberries, though lacking in appearance, have a soft and sweet interior that whets the appetite.

With his left hand feeding his superior, Kurokawa Kagemitsu typed with his right, quickly reviewing the report: "I am negotiating with high-ranking members of the police force. I am requesting that public opinion be shifted, that your privileges as an honorary advisor be increased, and that your special personal status be downplayed from public view."

Pecking open an almond, Yoru Kuromon let out a satisfied squeak, then commented, "Well done. The Metropolitan Police Department's clever plan has certainly surprised everyone."

In this heinous hostage crisis in Izu, the television station accidentally leaked his last communications, making him an instant national sensation and a topic of conversation during the year's holidays.

Unlike the praise given to individual heroes, the shortcomings in the Japanese police's work, which resulted in a crisis for the public due to improper law enforcement, were quickly exposed. Headlines such as "Travel Safety No Longer Guaranteed" and "Major Police Negligence" appeared on online forums, and the public, already dissatisfied with the soaring crime rate, vented their anger and launched a barrage of criticism against various law enforcement systems.

Having lost public trust, the current head of Shizuoka Prefecture came up with a brilliant idea—since the public says the police are useless, why not just bring this heroic Mr. Kuromon to the police's side!

Therefore, without obtaining the consent of the parties involved, the Shizuoka Prefectural Police Headquarters issued a commendation announcement for the "Kuromon Advisor," the gist of which is as follows:

1. Mr. Heimen is a consultant specially hired by our police force; he is not an outsider.

2. Over the years, other police officers who have performed similar feats include these individuals (list attached), all of whom have sacrificed a great deal for the public.

3. In recognition of their selfless dedication, the police will award them certificates and medals, and provide all necessary medical assistance and financial compensation.

In short, it's about using collective achievements to cover up individual ones, turning credit into the police group's performance. In return, the police will provide more favorable treatment to Yoruichi Kuromon in the future.

Thinking of this, Kuromon Haruya let out a few snarling cries of dissatisfaction, then picked up another dried fruit: "Once this blows up, you absolutely must delete all the photos circulating online!"

Don't think he's unaware; Bourbon is using this momentum to advocate for improved benefits for police officers injured on duty. And Sugrid is even worse, directly using organizational resources to create a backdoor for this plan!

As a price for using public office for private gain, Kuromon Haruya decided to give him a little scare: "You've been back in Japan for so long, you should have found the Public Security Bureau superior who betrayed you back then, right? How far along is your revenge plan against him?"

The ground beneath his feet visibly trembled, and Kurokawa Kagemitsu raised his head, his azure cat-like eyes almost etched with loyalty: "Yes, I have ascertained his identity. However, for your benefit, I will never act without authorization."

Although "Kuromon Haruya" always treated his subordinates with a casual, gentle, and tolerant attitude, that was only towards his own people.

As a former undercover agent, Kurokawa Kagemitsu was personally put in charge by that man after his resurrection. He was only accepted and given the surname "Kuro" after undergoing a 100-day "training course".

That hellish experience has become blurred thanks to the body's self-protection mechanisms, but he can still feel the phantom pain deep in his bones during the cold sweats of midnight dreams.

Kuromon Haruya flapped his wings, signaling the dazed secretary to come to her senses: "Kill her if you want! Anyway, she's just a puppet that the organization put up there. We can just promote a few more later."

With that, the raven turned its head away, pecked at another piece of dried fruit, and mumbled a command: "I'll give you three months to kill him."

"Yes, sir." After handing over the work, Kurokawa Kagemitsu stared at his boss, who was happily snacking, and asked helplessly, "Did you come to see me because you have something to tell me?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal."

The gray-white round eyes blinked, pulling away from the temptation of the nuts: "It's because the attending physician put sleeping pills in my water. My true form is already fast asleep and needs you to come to my rescue before he makes a move."

Kurokawa Kagemitsu was silent for a moment: You call this a trivial matter? While it may not seem like much to an immortal, but...

“Pisco has been frequently reviewing Kurokawa Haruya’s files yesterday, so you’d better be careful.”

The little raven leaped lightly and landed in front of the browsing history displayed on the laptop, glanced at it casually, and then began to preen its feathers.

Judging from his attitude, Kurokawa Kagemitsu thought the matter was nothing to worry about, but unexpectedly, Kuromon Haruya delivered a devastating blow: "Pisco has found me."

He carefully pecked at the patterns on the feathers, his demeanor so steady as if it were premeditated, yet so mysterious that it was impossible to be certain.

“It seems that he, or those ‘veterans’ in the organization, have finally reached their breaking point.” Raven raised his head, looking into the distance with his deep, empty little eyes. “Although I explicitly ordered that no member of the organization should record any information about the boss in any way, how many people were willing to comply?”

"Those who live in darkness tend to remember the benefits of breaking the rules while forgetting the corresponding punishments."

Kurokawa Kagemitsu refrained from commenting on internal organizational matters, focusing instead on fulfilling his current duties: "Please issue the appropriate instructions."

“Tell Pisco that this is the organization’s final entrustment to him.” Raven shook his head and clumsily pulled up a personnel file from the database. “At the director’s memorial service two weeks later, eliminate Shigehiko Tunguchi, who left behind feathers.”

"As a reward for his hard work, Pisco will be treasured in my cellar forever."

Before the scenery could recover, the jet-black raven flapped its magnificent wings and swirled among the clouds in the sky.

Wow, wow, wow!

Kurokawa Kagemitsu snapped out of his daze, placed his right hand on his shoulder, and slowly bowed: "I understand what you mean. The funeral will proceed as scheduled."

The three cries are a signal to mark territory, and also a death knell for the crows mourning their companions.