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

Kuromon Haruya was stunned for a moment, then put one hand to his forehead and forced a bitter smile that was hard to tell whether he was happy or sad: "...I find it hard to believe that I was suddenly told such a one-sided fact. At least let me sort this out first."

He took a deep breath, his trembling hand instinctively reaching for his pocket. Only when his skin touched the empty, cold inner pocket did he realize that he was no longer dressed as before, and he jerked his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

Gin coldly watched his every move through the rearview mirror.

As the organization's official headquarters, all of Tokyo's major hospitals house a group of spies who have infiltrated the medical and nursing system.

They mainly work in the nursing and laboratory departments. When a member with a code name is hospitalized due to an accident, this group is responsible for intercepting the test reports in advance, handing over the patient information to the organization for verification and correction, and then replacing the original data as instructed, thus facilitating the organization's cover work.

From the moment he was taken away by ambulance for emergency surgery to his transfer to Mihana General Hospital, Butber's test reports were strictly controlled by the organization throughout the entire process, with no information allowed to leak out.

'That Rum guy probably thinks this is a standard, confidential procedure after administering emergency medication.'

Gin exchanged a casual glance with Haruya Kuromon, chuckled coldly, and tossed his cigarette case behind him. "However, by normal human testing standards, these reports are indeed without any flaws. If I hadn't memorized all the test results from the past ten years, I probably would have been fooled too."

Yoruichi Kuromon deftly accepted the cigarette pack. Only after the warm smoke transmitted dopamine throughout his body did he feel his body stop shivering with cold: "So this is how the organization treats me? As the descendant of both a hero and a traitor, being spared a way out is the greatest mercy."

"The three years spent in the orphanage, and the six years spent with the support of distant relatives, the Kuroba clan—all of these were within the organization's sight, weren't they?"

"Just like those two sisters who are separated by life and death."

He once naively thought that he was a pioneer who had voluntarily entered the game as an outsider, but now it seems rather ridiculous.

"Shinichi, the organization's depths are far greater than we realize. We've only touched the tip of this massive iceberg, and I already feel a chill that's seeping into my very bones..."

Gin didn't deny his statement; instead, he gently tapped on the car window a few times. Vodka immediately understood his brother's meaning, started the engine, and drove away from the hospital.

The German tree frog ostentatiously passed by Kurokawa Kagemitsu, who was strolling along the roadside. Through the car window, Kurokawa Haruya even made eye contact with him for a few seconds.

After that scene ended, Gin continued to answer his question: "You have black blood flowing through your veins. That gentleman granted you permission to grow freely and leave the nest. But over the years, you've gradually noticed the abnormalities in your body, haven't you?"

Yoruichi Kuromon closed his eyes. From childhood to adulthood, he had been trying to ignore the signs of his "chronic illness".

Why couldn't the diagnosis be found in foreign hospitals? Why did his condition improve after trying to stop the medication? And why were only his uncle and aunt in Tottori Prefecture able to obtain the medication?

"Let's get straight to the point, Gin." The murky smoke drifted away through the window cracks, and Butbel's indifference dissipated, revealing the kind face that belonged to Yoru Kuromon: "What do you need me to do, and what are you willing to use to motivate me?"

"Hmph, not bad." Surprised by his quick acceptance, Gin narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Since you put it that way, let's go and carry out the first mission of chasing Sherry."

He told Vodka to drive to the nearest safe house and gave him an address.

"Where is this?" Kuromon Haruya composed himself and leaned forward to extinguish his cigarette.

"The address of Professor Hirota Masami of Nanyang University."

The luxury car, as black as a jewel, rolled over the snow, trampled through the white ice crystals, and sped away into the mud.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, in Las Vegas, USA, which is 16 hours ahead of Tokyo, Japan.

"Yusaku, who exactly is your twin brother?!"

Having just disembarked from the plane, Yukiko Kudo clung tightly to her husband's arm, puffing out her cheeks in dissatisfaction: "I finally got to see Shin-chan after she shrunk down, and we barely spent any time together before you rushed back to America. Is this the sweet holiday you promised?"

Married for over ten years, my husband has been hiding so many secrets from me! I want a divorce! I can't live like this anymore, I want a divorce right now!

With these thoughts racing through her mind, Yukiko Kudo felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as she prepared to meet her legendary brother and sister-in-law: "How's my makeup and styling? Will I seem too approachable? What kind of style do they like?"

"Isn't this just to show you around?"

Yusaku Kudo patted his excited wife helplessly and led her to the agreed-upon car-booking location. "But I'm sure they'll love you. After all, my wife is a stunning goddess who can capture the hearts of men and women all over the world!"

Actually, if we really compare them, his wife, who had studied disguise skills with Kuroba Toichi and had maintained contact with Kuroba Chikage ever since, was more familiar with it than he was.

When he learned that his wife had studied disguise with his brother, he assumed it was obvious enough that it wouldn't need to be mentioned, and even encouraged her to visit her teacher. But he never expected...

Yusaku Kudo, with his half-moon eyes, looked at Yukiko Kudo, who was looking on expectantly.

They have such similar faces, who would have thought that she never made that connection at all!

"Yukiko, you'll see their car in just a few dozen meters."

Upon hearing the reminder, Yukiko Kudo immediately slowed her pace, suppressing the melodramatic scenes of the nighttime feud between sisters-in-law that had been surfacing in her mind, and slowly approached.

A glowing number 16 sign stood by the roadside, and at their agreed-upon spot, a bright yellow Lamborghini, bathed in the glow of the streetlights, waited quietly.

Yukiko Kudo felt that the car looked familiar for some reason, but before she could think about it, that spark of inspiration was swept away by the nervousness of meeting her brother and sister-in-law.

Kudo Yusaku couldn't help but chuckle and gestured "calm down" towards the car, then led his wife to the driver's seat: "Brother, this is my beloved wife, Kudo Yukiko. She is the one I truly love, and I hope she will receive your approval and blessings as well."

As he spoke, he guided Yukiko's hand to the car door handle, gazing at her with deep affection: "Yukiko, you are the goddess I respect and admire. You are the one to open this door."

"Yusaku, you really are..." The undisguised words of love brought a blush to her cheeks. Kudo Yukiko covered her heart and scolded her playfully, responding with a gaze equally full of love, both shy and happy.

She mustered her courage, made sure she was in the best possible condition, and yanked open the car door.

A familiar face appeared before me, with the same eyes, nose, and mouth as my husband, only the mustache was slightly different.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Kuroba Chikage waved at her gleefully, "Surprised, Yuki..."

"Boom."

Yukiko Kudo slammed the car door shut, turned back to her husband and smiled apologetically: "Oops, I think I misread something and accidentally closed the car door."

She took a deep breath, forced a bright and charming smile, and opened the car door again—it was still Kuroba Toichi and Kuroba Chikage.

Yukiko Kudo let out a heavy breath, a murderous aura no less potent than that of the codenamed members surging from her sweet face, as she coquettishly raised her fist:

"Yusaku Kudo!!"