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

By the time Kuromon Haruya graduated from the vodka class, it was already 6 p.m.

To leave himself room for improvisation later, he intended to conceal his shortcomings and finish reciting within the half-hour deadline. However, Gin saw through his half-hearted acting at a glance and, before Vodka could even rack his brains for a new teaching method, threw him out.

Based on his biological clock, Kuromon Haruya, clutching his stomach, reasonably suspected that Gin's irritability was due to it being mealtime.

"However, the name of this fake identity is actually Atsushi Akai?" He took out a disposable ID prepared by the organization from the inner pocket of his trench coat and flicked it with his fingers. "I don't know where he learned this weird sense of humor from."

Japan does not have a unified ID card system like China. People often use documents such as driver's licenses, health insurance cards, or student IDs to indirectly prove their identity.

Thanks to this simple system, it's incredibly easy for members of the organization to use false identities to bluff their way through. If they can disguise themselves, these disposable tools can be used one and discarded three, allowing them to change identities dozens of times a day.

The driver's license that Kuromon Haruya was holding was a fake one provided by the organization.

To the right of the driver's license, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man stares at the camera with resentful eyes. He's wearing a classic corporate suit, and his eye bags and dark circles give off a strong sense of office worker vibe that almost makes the image look like a vengeful spirit.

The leather case covering the documents inevitably shows scratches and wear due to frequent use. The same is true for the plastic film inside that holds the documents; when the light shines on the thin, brittle edges, a layer of oil and fingerprints can be seen, and if you sniff it, you can smell a strange odor that is a mixture of men's cologne and curry.

If Heimen Yaoye hadn't known the inside story, he would never have guessed that these documents, which appeared to be updated two years ago, were actually mass-produced just two days ago.

His body was hunched over, and his disguised office worker face was full of fatigue. Looking at his identification, he couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, professional tasks should be left to professionals!"

Thanks to the economic bubble that swept across Japan, a large number of unemployed people from all walks of life flowed into the organization's subsidiaries, including, of course, the staff of the vehicle registration office.

"Speaking of which, last year the Seven Sons Group received a letter of thanks from the mayor of Yokohama for helping to alleviate the employment crisis."

Following the phone's navigation, Kuromon Haruya turned left and right, finally arriving at Hirota Masami's residence.

A very familiar bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle passed by him, exuding an ominous aura of death, and drove towards the parking lot not far away.

Kuromon Haruya rang the doorbell outside the courtyard, drawing out her voice weakly: "Excuse me, is Professor Hirota Masami here? I'm Akai, here to discuss insurance matters."

'Akai, that self-reference is disgusting.'

The literal meaning and the actual experience are completely different. After saying those words, Kuromon Haruya felt like she was going to grow strange lower eyeliner.

Just as he was trying to suppress a feeling in his stomach that he couldn't tell if it was hunger or nausea, an innocent voice came from behind him asking:

"Hey, uncle, what are you doing standing here?"

He turned around and, unsurprisingly, saw Conan, Professor Agasa, and the hoodie-clad girl huddled in the back, trembling. The strong sense of déjà vu was exactly like the scene he witnessed when visiting her in the hospital that morning.

"Brother, I'm going to visit this family to discuss work." Kuromon Haruya looked at Haibara Ai meaningfully, his hoodie-clad figure shrinking and shaking more violently. "What's wrong with that little girl? Is she feeling unwell?"

Haiyuan?

Upon hearing his advice, Conan turned around and noticed his new comrade-in-arms, who was already in a state of high alert.

She gripped Professor Agasa's trouser leg tightly, shrinking back in an attempt to minimize her presence, but her pale face, soaked with cold sweat, only drew more attention from those who saw her.

'What happened? What could have made her so flustered? Did she remember something about the organization?!'

Just then, the lady of the house, Hirota Toshiko, opened the door.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Mr. Akai. Please come in." The kind-looking woman first bowed to them with great courtesy, and then looked at the other three. "You must have made an appointment with Professor Agasa, right?"

“That’s right, it’s really intrusive of you to visit now.” Professor Agasa scratched his head, and Conan poked his calf as he stepped forward to begin their small talk.

With Dr. Agasa diverting his attention, Conan crouched down next to Ai Haibara, who was clearly acting strangely, and quietly asked, "What's wrong? Is something off?"

Hidden behind the hoodie's hood, Haibara glanced around to make sure the salesman wasn't nearby before managing to say, "That guy exudes the organization's aura; I can sense it."

"Huh?" This strange statement made Conan scratch his face. He hadn't detected anything unusual at all. "What is that, a woman's sixth sense?"

"No." Ai Haibara slowly shook her head, clenching her teeth in a trembling grip.

This feeling is hard to describe precisely, but as an outlier in the organization, having grown up surrounded by this aura, she would never be mistaken!

At this moment, she was like a traveler who had been wandering for a long time under the polar night. When she was shrouded in darkness, she would occasionally see the aurora and think it was beautiful. It was not until she experienced the normal cycle of day and night that she clearly realized how terrifying her former place was.

'Did you often suffer from similar feelings before, sister?'

Recalling her sister's last words to her before leaving, she calmed down briefly and pulled Conan into the house: "Trust me first, don't let him know we're here to get the disk."

But these words seem to come a little too late.

“Since you’re here to pick up the disks, why don’t you go first?” Kuromon Haruya held Professor Agasa’s hand, a mechanical smile typical of service industry workers playing on his lips. “After all, I’m here to discuss business, and it wouldn’t be good to keep you and the children waiting.”

He emphasized the children's pronunciation, smiled, stepped aside, and walked away towards Conan and the others.

Conan/Ai Haibara: Oh no!

"Little ones, have you had dinner yet? Big brother has some delicious snacks here~"

After Haibara's warning, Conan, who hadn't paid much attention before, couldn't help but start to have doubts—this person sounds like a child abductor!

'Like a pufferfish and a hedgehog.'

Because of his early experiences, whenever Yoya Kuromon sees a child with frizzy hair, he instinctively reaches out to touch their head.

"No!" Ai Haibara pulled Conan away, her eyes welling with tears as she succumbed to her fear.

"Haha, sorry for scaring you." Kuromon Haruya withdrew his hand, stood there stunned, and awkwardly touched his disguise. "Brother's dark circles from working overtime are really scary, I'm so sorry."

Like a normal person at a loss, he simply left under Ai Haibara's wary gaze, leaving behind only a disheartened figure.

Conan could still faintly hear his mutterings.

"Is my face really that scary...?"

Conan turned his gaze behind him and, unsurprisingly, caught Ai Haibara's equally puzzled expression: "Are all the people in your organization like this?"

This middle-aged man looked like nothing more than a slightly hunched office worker. His steps were unsteady, and his glasses were quite thick; it was impossible to imagine him walking alongside someone like Gin!

Suppressing her surprise, Ai Haibara speculated seriously, "That might be a disguise they use during a mission. Don't be fooled."

However, apart from his surname and aura, this Mr. Akai was not similar to any of the organizations she had ever seen.

"By the way, have you sensed the organization's presence from anyone else?"

Conan lowered his head in thought, realizing that there was not enough information to draw a conclusion at the moment.

Ai Haibara remained strangely silent for a while before hesitantly replying, "There's one more person, but I'm not sure if it's a reaction to the organization."

Conan immediately perked up his ears to listen: "Who is it?"

"...It's Mr. Fanze."

Upon hearing this name, Ai Haibara's first thought was of the soft, fluffy Hiromi Taro, and she couldn't help but look away.

"This person is so suspicious that I can sense everything he does."