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

Conan blinked tentatively, thinking he had misheard—he had seen people lose their appetite for days because of a murder scene, but he had never seen someone suddenly have a huge appetite on the spot!

Heimen Yaoye slumped his shoulders, leaning against the wall and pitifully complaining, "I haven't eaten for two days. I just had a bowl of porridge this morning, and then my boss called me out to meet my sales targets again."

As he spoke, he pulled a crumpled sales business card from his pocket.

"If we're going to interrogate you, could you put me first? That way I might even have time to have dinner."

Officer Yokomizo took the business card. The other person was 35 years old, just like him, but looking at his appearance... He touched his face with lingering fear, suddenly realizing that compared to the sales industry, and compared to Tokyo next door where the employment rate was soaring, his work experience in Shizuoka seemed pretty good?

“Mr. Atsushi Akai? I’m sorry, the case is still under investigation, and you can’t act freely yet.” Yokomizo Sango, who was inexplicably comforting himself, shook his head and changed the subject, “Pork chop rice bowl is fictional in movies and TV shows, but I can have my subordinates help you buy some bread to fill your stomach.”

Allowing them to act freely without clearing their names could give the perpetrators the opportunity to destroy evidence.

But not even being able to eat is still too much of a violation of human rights, especially given the corrupt police incidents that occurred a few years ago. Officer Yokomizo dared not show any tendency to coerce confessions.

After glancing at Conan for a moment and pondering, Kuromon Haruya swallowed hard and readily agreed: "Thank you, then I'd like three red bean buns."

He reluctantly pulled out a Higuchi Ichiyo note (worth 5,000 yen) from his wallet and said, "This is my last savings, please take good care of it!"

Just as Officer Yokomizo was about to toss the money to his subordinate, he heard this and his hands trembled. He felt the flimsy banknotes were now burdened with the weight of life: "Okay, okay."

For immortals, it doesn't really matter how long they go hungry. As long as the malnutrition damages their bodily functions, the Elixir of Immortality will automatically restore them to their original state. If their willpower couldn't even endure a few meals of hunger, they would have been assimilated by the other participants when they arrived at the Twilight Villa.

This feeling of hunger is more due to his absorption of Jiang Yuan Shi'nan.

They can acquire knowledge and experience simply by devouring each other, without incurring any time cost—it's as convenient as having a cheat code. Conversely, repeatedly absorbing their own kind will lead to a periodic hunger, driving the immortals to further kill each other.

Kuromon Haruya can tolerate it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't crave it!

Conan and Ai Haibara, who are next to me, are both like-minded people who have tasted the half-finished product. One smells like a red bean bun, and the other smells like tiramisu.

At that moment, Detective Kudo Bean Bun was engrossed in investigating beside the landline phone, completely unaware of Tiramisu's whisper: "Atsushi Akai..."

Ai Haibara stared intently at Haruya Kuromon's retreating figure, her eyes filled with hatred and rage. If she could observe herself from a third-person perspective, she would surely be astonished by the fact that the Black Organization's radar was sensing the same thing.

"What's wrong, little sister? Are you scared?"

Kuromon Haruya turned around and strode in, bending down to carefully examine Haibara's face. He casually pulled a cardboard box from his pocket: "Brother has some reassuring candy here. Do you want some?"

Ai Haibara was about to refuse when she took a closer look and was immediately stunned into dissipating her aura: JILOISES, this is the brand that Gin often smokes, and it is basically impossible to buy in Japan!

"Ah! Sorry, sorry, I took the wrong one!" Realizing something was wrong, Kuromon Haruya looked down and quickly put away the cigarette case.

He scratched the back of his head, gave Ai Haibara an embarrassed smile, and pulled another tin box from his pocket: "This is the candy. That one wasn't good, kid, don't touch it!"

Candy...Chianti!

Warninged by the crisis, the literary talent cultivated by the organization awakened in Ai Haibara, a science genius, like never before. Her imagination ran wild like a horse breaking free of its reins on the prairie.

This person was threatening her with coded language—"Gin has led an entire operations department to capture her. If she dares to resist, let those bloodthirsty guys from Chianti torture her to death!"

Standing in front of her, Yoruichi Kuromon, who had already taken the bread from Inspector Yokomizo, raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious: 'I didn't expect just a cigarette pack to be so effective! But Gin didn't have much contact with Sherry back then, so how did he manage that?'

Ai Haibara closed her eyes, bracing herself: "That's enough, I'm willing..."

"Huh? This phone call is really weird!"

Before she could finish speaking, Haruya Kuromon heard Conan's call and leaped out of the air.

Haibara Ai:?

The role has shifted, and now the one who feels uncomfortable moving around has shifted to Conan.

He had just finished gathering intelligence and wanted to analyze it with Inspector Yokomizo, but he had no choice but to swallow it and reorganize it into even more childish language:

"They fell together, so why didn't this long earpiece separate from the main unit?"

It must have been tough on them.

After looking around to the left and right, the two children, still shaken from their fright, became timid and hesitant. Kuromon Haruya simply spoke up herself: "That's right. This phone was deliberately turned upside down and covered with a book to conceal it. In other words, this is a locked-room murder disguised as an accident."

He stepped forward, turned the landline over through his handkerchief, and pressed the glowing answering button: "Although the key is left inside, the door and the telephone are in a straight line. By using the answering machine's tape retrieval mechanism, locking the door from the outside and hanging the key, a simple secret room is formed."

The room fell silent, except for the sound of him chewing his bread with relish.

“Speak slowly.” Inspector Yokomizo rubbed his temples, looking at the salesman who had suddenly regained his energy, his gaze as clear as if he had just attended a math class. “These are just hypothetical scenarios, right? If you want to commit a crime like this, you’ll need to find corresponding evidence first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the landline's answering machine gradually started up, and the spool pulled the tape to play the messages: "A total of 13 messages."

The blank spaces between the tape recordings were quite long, allowing Yoruichi Kuromon to insert his explanation: "Well, so let's start listening to the supplementary evidence now. If the murderer intended to use this method, there would definitely be anomalies left on the key tapes."

The messages were played one by one, and everything was confirmed as if responding to the program of a play. There were eleven messages from Mr. "Shirakura", two from Mr. "Morioka", and one was a sales call from Kuroi Insurance Company.

Standing amidst the astonished crowd, Kuromon Haruya tore open the packaging of the third red bean bread and reached for the cassette tape: "By the way, I noticed quite a few fingerprints on this tape. If I'm not mistaken, these were left by the culprit. But why weren't they disposed of? Was there not enough time...?"

Inspector Yokomizo's mouth was half open, wanting to refute these overly casual speculations, but he couldn't find a reason to do so.

Just then, a stylishly dressed handsome man walked in from outside the room, and his words immediately attracted everyone's attention: "I am Shirakura Yo, here to visit Professor Hirota. Is something the matter?"

"Why are you all looking at me?"