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

A disheveled office worker, munching on bread, one hand in his pocket, his fingertips guiding his sharp, arrow-like gaze toward the suspect:

"You are the culprit who murdered Professor Hirota, Mr. Shirakura!"

This is a classic detective pose, often seen on newspaper front pages, but it seems to be the first time it's been struck by a dejected working-class man with dead fish eyes.

With his wish list ticked off, Kuromon Haruya gave Inspector Yokomizo a strange look and urged, "Now that the case has been solved, may I leave? Having an efficient boss is both a sweet and a bittersweet thing."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

Shirakura was a little overwhelmed, completely baffled as to why a stranger had suddenly appeared and stirred things up: "I just got here. You're accusing me of murder without any proof. Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation!"

"Mr. Akai, please don't rush!" Quietly beckoning to his subordinate, Inspector Yokomizo cleared his throat, raised his thick eyebrows, and explained seriously, "Investigating a case requires a comprehensive observation of the issues. If anything is overlooked, it would be a serious dereliction of duty. Please wait while I summarize and organize the case details."

"Mr. Morioka, one of the suspects, has been notified and it will take him some time to get here. Even if the case is as you reasoned, the Metropolitan Police Department will still need you to give a statement after the evidence collection process is completed."

"Hey—why is this happening?!"

Haruya Kuromon looked at Inspector Yokomizo in disbelief, then glanced at Conan and his friends who weren't interacting at all, before hanging his head in disappointment.

The current situation is equivalent to him knowing the exam format and answers in advance and planning to pass quickly. However, when he arrived at the test site, the examiner told him that he had to take a written exam instead of an oral one, and that he had to wait for the test papers to be distributed with QR codes attached.

"Sigh~ Then please investigate and let the police know what questions they need me to answer."

A heavy sigh lingered over the wounds of Professor Hirota's unseeing corpse. He resignedly moved to the wall, once again appearing like a walking corpse.

Back when Conan and Uncle Mori were around, it didn't matter if he brought a red bean bread or even a sauerkraut fish hotpot to a crime scene and walked in and out seven times! Now the tables have turned, and he's experiencing the bitterness of being one of the three NPCs.

Thinking about it this way, detectives are practically a privileged class in the criminal investigation field!

"Well, I'll begin then." Detective Yokomizo's lips twitched as he began this bizarre case-solving debate.

"First, according to Mrs. Hirota's testimony, she went out shopping with her neighbor's wife between 4:00 and 6:15, when Professor Hirota was still alive, so she had a perfect alibi."

During her absence, Mr. Morioka claimed that he had visited her around 5:00 PM at her invitation. He entered the house after noticing the front door was unlocked, but the study was locked and no one responded, so he closed the door and left.

Then you and Professor Agasa and the others visited at 6:30 and discovered the body. Mr. Shirakura arrived just now at 7:00.

"Mmm." Kuromon Haruya shook his head in response, his act of surprise rather perfunctory. "I see, so that's why Mr. Shirakura wanted to return to the crime scene!"

As he said this, Kuromon Haruya didn't forget to give the real protagonist a chance to shine. He stared expectantly at Conan, his face practically screaming "Please take over!": "Little brother, have you figured out a method for the crime yet?"

But Conan poked his round, chubby cheeks, his smile innocent and naive, showing absolutely no chemistry.

"Big brother is so amazing! I had absolutely no idea!"

He had already confirmed with Haibara that the voice in the recorded sales call was indeed Vodka! The man named Atsushi Akai was the member assigned by the organization to retrieve the disks. Fortunately, the doctor didn't explicitly state his name; he probably only had some suspicions.

We absolutely cannot show any precocity and reveal our true identity now!

Faintly hearing the illusion of "Your cheat is temporarily unresponsive," Kuromon Haruya replied: Fine.

"Between 4:00 and 5:00, Mr. Shirakura murdered Professor Hirota and staged the scene as an accident. While he was out preparing, Mr. Morioka unfortunately arrived at the scene and closed the door behind him, preventing him from returning to the scene to clean up evidence such as fingerprints on the tape."

To make it easier for everyone to understand, Kuromon Haruya borrowed gloves from the police officer next to him and explained as he walked out of the room and demonstrated the method: "At this moment, filled with unease, he only had one choice - to wait nearby for Mrs. Hirota to return and take advantage of the situation as the first person to discover the crime scene."

"Am I right? Am I really offending Mr. Shirakura?"

"Who are you?!" Bai Cangyang looked at him in horror, his face pale with shock. "I saw you loitering around here around six o'clock. You're not a good person either!"

I am Atsushi Akai, a down-on-his-luck working man who works part-time as a detective.

Thinking this to himself, but constrained by the fact that the Elixir of Immortality could only reveal one's true name, Kuromon Haruya had no choice but to give up and plan to make up for it next time.

Feeling a strange sense of foreboding about this case, Inspector Yokomizo cautiously sought confirmation, turning to Yoruichi Kuromon: "Is this true?"

“It’s true.” Kuromon Haruya nodded cheerfully, looked up at the ceiling, and said confidently, “Because I’m hesitating about whether to resign.”

"To be honest, I've already received a serious warning from my boss because my insurance sales performance has consistently been at the bottom. These days of not making ends meet and having to be subservient are really tough! But thanks to you, I was able to resign without any worries after messing up my last sale."

Changing the subject, he smiled and flashed a peace sign, as if he had become a completely different person: "I feel refreshed right now!"

The onlookers: ?

"You guy!!"

Shirakura Yo had originally planned to go through the process of crying, kneeling, and repenting to confess his sins, but after being mocked by Kuromon Haruya, he was so angry that his mind went blank, his legs went weak, and he didn't even care about maintaining his appearance.

"Mr. Shirakura, hang in there!" Inspector Yokomizo rushed forward to help the panting prisoner, then turned away reproachfully, "Mr. Akai, stop talking...wait, Mr. Akai, where are you?!"

The dejected office worker who was originally reenacting his crime outside the room had long since disappeared. Only two police officers guarding the door were curiously peeking out and exchanging glances with their superiors.

Conan, who witnessed Kuromon Haruka sneaking out and escaping, was shocked: Why doesn't the organization even put on an act anymore?

"However, this time I finally caught the organization by the skin of its teeth."

Conan's gaze swept across the empty floor, a sly satisfaction appearing on his face.

In the instant that Akai Atsushi's attention was diverted by his own explanation, he silently released the sticker-shaped transmitter modified by Professor Agasa. If all went as expected, the small device had firmly attached itself to the sole of Akai's shoe.

He gently pressed the positioning button on the temple of his glasses, held his breath, and began to listen to every sound.

The high-frequency clatter of leather shoes was particularly jarring up close, and the real-time location displayed on the glasses screen moved rapidly into the distance before stopping at a certain point.

The sound of a car door opening and closing came from the other end. Just when Conan thought the signal was being blocked, there was movement on the other end.

"It took too long."

The familiar, cold voice made Conan's fingers tremble slightly, and his nerves tensed instantly, like a string that might snap at any moment.

"There were some minor hiccups during the process." Amidst the rustling of clothes, Atsushi Akai explained nonchalantly, "We didn't find Sherry's whereabouts, but the disk was successfully destroyed."