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

"The family's guardian deity?"

Kaito Kuroba sized up the group of menacing city thugs on the tree branch, his disdain written all over his face.

"Why don't you say you're the legendary Yatagarasu? I've heard my ancestors were related to the Emperor. Are you going to choose me as the new Emperor?"

Yatagarasu is the messenger of Amaterasu, the sun goddess in Japanese mythology. Legend has it that he once guided the first emperor and assisted him in establishing the imperial court.

"Sorry, I'm a fairy from the Western side, and have nothing to do with Japanese mythology." Kuromon Haruya raised his tail feathers and added, "Becoming the emperor isn't a good thing."

Kaito Kuroba was embarrassed: Can Guardian Deities really be divided into local and foreign categories?

"What's wrong with being the emperor... no, you almost led me astray!"

His eyes darkened, and he pointed at Kuromon Yoya: "If you are a guardian deity, you must know the strange things about my father's death, right?"

Eight years ago, his father, Toichi Kuroba, died unexpectedly during a meticulously planned escape magic trick. He always thought it was just an accident, until this year, when he learned the shocking truth by chance—his father had been deliberately murdered!

Kuromon Haruya met his gaze with her raven-like, beady eyes, her heart at peace:

I not only know the cause and course of events, but I also know that your parents are on their honeymoon in France! I even personally rescued your father back then.

"I also regret the matter of Dao Yi. During that time, I exhausted my strength and remained in a deep sleep until I woke up in recent years."

His slightly drooping eyelids conveyed disappointment. Although Kaito quickly recovered, Yoruichi Kuromon still noticed the change. "But don't worry, I've already found a good way to fix this!"

At this point, he suddenly spread his wings excitedly and pointed to the citizens in the park who thought a disaster was about to occur and had come to seek refuge: "I have an ancient secret method that has been passed down through the ages. As long as we sacrifice enough people, we can definitely resurrect Little Thief One!"

"Absolutely not!"

He quickly stepped in front of him, grabbing his wings and firmly objecting: "Human sacrifice, this is not something a guardian deity should do!"

Is this really normal?! Could it be like in horror movies, where their ancestors were cultists and this crow is a sealed evil god?!

"Hmm? This era won't work? Fine, whatever." With his body restrained, Kuromon Haruya rotated his head 270 degrees. "Back then, I could just kill some lowly commoners and retainers. Ah, those days~"

Don't reminisce about that kind of thing! Is my family some kind of brutal and bloodthirsty family of generals?!

"Poker face, poker face, this crow might be a clue to the truth. I must calm down."

Silently reciting his father's teachings, Kaito Kuroba looked up and asked, feigning displeasure, "Since you are the family's guardian deity, does that mean you will help me find the truth?"

"Oh, well, well, oh dear."

Shifting his consciousness to his other family members, Kuromon Haruya avoided the questioning gaze, his tone hesitant, "I will help, but investigation is not within my area of ​​expertise..."

Kaito Kuroba joked, "We can't just rely on human sacrifices, can we?"

Originally intended as a provocation, Kaito Kuroba realized that after raising his question, he received no rebuttal or response, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

...Could it really be true?

As for Kuromon Haruya, he was still hesitating.

If it were a normal Kuromon Haruyo, he might have promised Kuroba Kaito some benefits because of his grandparents' relationship with him, but now that he had just finished working overtime, he didn't quite trust the organization's ability to withstand pressure.

If there are emergencies on both sides, wouldn't he have to work overtime on both?!

After much consideration, he decided to expand into another business: "I can also disappear without a trace."

In Japanese culture, "kaminori" refers to someone disappearing due to supernatural factors, usually meaning that someone has been hidden by the gods.

In today's terms, that's kidnapping and silencing! It's an old business of the organization.

"These two are the same thing, aren't they?"

Kaito Kuroba wasn't keen on finding out just how eccentric this old crow could be: "If you can't help me in the way I need, then thank you for your kindness, and let's go our separate ways."

After saying this, he turned and left without fear of being surrounded by crows.

"Sigh, young man, don't be in such a hurry." Kuromon Haruya ordered the familiars who had come to support him to return to their respective homes, while he flapped his wings and quickly followed.

“I have fallen into a deep sleep, but the power of my protection will not easily disappear. Although I do not know exactly what happened, the fact that your father has been murdered means that the force that attacked him was no ordinary person!”

Kaito Kuroba stopped in his tracks and turned back: "You mean, my father was killed by magic?"

He frowned slightly, forcing himself to consider the possibilities of a surreal development.

The events of today were so surreal that he wondered if he had accidentally inhaled a hallucinogenic toxic gas.

"That's right!"

With his head held high in pride, Kuromon Haruya, a complete novice who hadn't even reached the apprentice level, spoke nonsense to the most talented junior in the family with a straight face:

"My protective power can ensure that my descendants are healthy and intelligent, and will not be misled by evil spirits such as witches and demons. Those who can break through my protection are probably not ordinary magicians or sorcerers."

"Boy," a deep voice laced with murderous intent, "if you continue this investigation so rashly, you might not even know how you died."

But Kaito wasn't buying it: What a joke! He was scared by his parents growing up, why would he be afraid of this?

"Then what should we do? Should you please make everyone disappear?"

"Idiot, of course it's me, the old man, who will teach you some ways to save your life!" Kuromon Haruya jumped up and pecked the clueless boy on the head.

He looks so much like Conan, so why can't he act cute and charming with his elders? Look at the neighbor next door, calling him "Kuromon-san" so sweetly.

He gave the coordinates of several organizations' safe houses, along with Kurokawa Kagemitsu's phone number, and said earnestly:

"These are the residences of my friends. They are great demons who have cultivated for thousands of years. They should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary. If the situation is urgent, just caw three times to the crows nearby, and I will definitely come to your aid."

Kaito Kuroba vaguely remembered the coordinates given by the guardian: if he remembered correctly, these were luxury villas and high-end hotels!

“Mr. Kuro, your friends are quite trendy.”

Kuromon Haruya took it as a compliment and accepted it as a matter of course: "I think so too."

Suddenly, a turbulent, detaching sensation of consciousness came from the depths of his soul, causing him to slip.

It seems the effects of the sleeping pills on the main body have worn off, and the main body is about to regain consciousness.

Kaito Kuroba reached out to support the somewhat drunken Crow and asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

"Not the old man, but Mr. Kuro..."

Heimen Yaoye shook his head to clear his mind, feeling it was time to end his day's staking out. He then dropped the bombshell of the trip: "I'm still recovering and need to go into periods of deep sleep. Please give my regards to Ms. Qianying; I will definitely bring Little Thief back from the Underworld!"

"And your younger brother who's in elementary school, spend more time with him. Even if the sibling relationship isn't great, there's still the bond of blood..."

Before Kaito Kuroba could finish his sentence, he was rendered speechless by the so-called "younger brother": "Wait a minute? What's this about a younger brother? I'm an only child!"

"That's the little boy with glasses who looks a lot like you! I have absolutely no mistake for the Kuroba family bloodline; he has half of Koichi's bloodline in him..."

Halfway through his sentence, the crow seemed to understand something, and before losing consciousness, it uttered its final words, "Little Thief Yi is truly still as sharp as ever—"

"Hey! Wait a minute, explain yourself!"

It's better not to say anything at all than to leave halfway through a sentence. Kaito Kuroba shook the crow vigorously, and after a few minutes, it finally reacted.

After a chaotic commotion, Kaito Kuroba confirmed that Mr. Clow had left, and could only stand there, seething with resentment.

"You wretched old man, you didn't even use the verbal tic of 'this old man'!"