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

The melancholy furrowed her thin eyebrows, which only enhanced the intellect on her youthful face. When Ai Haibara was deep in thought, others could glimpse the shadow of an organization's researcher in the calmness between her brows and eyes.

She would only blink briefly when her thoughts shifted, and occasionally her fingertips would twitch slightly, as if what lay before her was a cutting-edge academic argument awaiting revision, or yet another biological mutation.

"You mean, in the previous cases, we encountered a gang of robbers from Italy with the same codenames: Gin, Pisco, Rum, and Vermouth?"

Even if she recounts it herself, Ai Haibara still cannot imagine the scene Conan described.

“Yeah.” Conan, fiddling with the equipment provided by Professor Agasa, gave her a questioning look. “You don’t know any of these things?”

"Edogawa, I'm now your only advisor who understands the organization."

With a tap on the earpiece that switched to the eavesdropping channel, Haibara reminded herself of her identity with a look of dissatisfaction: "I've heard of all four codenames, but I don't know much about them."

"Gin, like me, reports directly to the boss and serves as the head of the operations department. He's an absolute bloodthirsty enthusiast, the only one I know of. Vermouth, on the other hand, is a woman with a perverse sense of humor, possessing superb disguise skills, and often appears disguised as different international celebrities."

"That's right. Your mother, Yukiko Kudo, was among them."

Having one person who likes to disguise themselves as someone else's mother is enough, but what if there's another member of an organization who likes to disguise themselves as his mother...? Conan shrugged, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Seeing Conan's pale face with satisfaction, Ai Haibara smiled slightly: "As for Pisco and Rum, I've only heard of the former by his codename, and as for the latter... I only know some rumors about this second-in-command of the organization."

"The second-in-command?!" Conan actually sat up straight and quickly asked, "What are the rumors about Rum?"

"These rumors are all over the place, and I can't tell if they're true or false. Some say Rum is a burly man, some say he's androgynous, and some say he's an elderly man. There are all sorts of rumors."

In the past, during lunch breaks in the lab, her subordinates would occasionally gather together to gossip about the organization. She had no interest in those bloody rumors, but she had overheard quite a few of them by chance.

Not knowing if they had been implicated by the organization, Ai Haibara recalled her subordinates with whom she spent every day, pursing her lips and trying to suppress the guilt and worry in her heart.

Given the circumstances at the time, she was prepared to end her own life; she had no energy left to protect others.

"That makes sense."

The lenses of his glasses reflected a sharp light as Conan adjusted them and explained, "Perhaps each codename corresponds to a senior executive, and each executive has a group of subordinates who use the same codename!"

This is one of the theories he and Kuromon came up with together after the Shinkansen incident.

“Take ‘Rum’ for example. Their leader is the organization’s second-in-command, and these people are responsible for commanding the team. Similarly, Gin’s group is responsible for silencing witnesses, and the others each have their own roles.”

The more Conan analyzed it, the more reasonable this explanation seemed: "That's why there are so many rumors about Rum, and that's why Vermouth needs to repeatedly disguise herself!"

"this..."

Ai Haibara felt that this statement was definitely wrong! But for a moment, she couldn't find any evidence to refute it.

Just as she was about to say something more, the group of people from the organization opposite her made a sound.

Vodka drove the car into the villa, glancing at Vermouth and Calvados waiting not far away, and swallowed hard.

Unlike the latter, he wasn't completely infatuated with Vermouth's appearance. If we're talking about idol worship, he prefers sweet idols like Yoko.

Oops, we've gone off-topic.

His strong reaction was mainly because his older brother would be filled with murderous intent every time he met this woman, and he needed to work extra hours to relieve the pressure.

"Get off the bus and follow."

Gin bit down on his cigarette, gave the order without turning his head, and walked out the door with a heavy atmosphere.

"Yes!"

Vodka opened the car door a little later, obediently following behind his older brother, and also wanted to teach Butber, his direct junior, a lesson.

He grabbed Kuromon Haruya, who was walking forward like a naive young man, and looked up to give her a hint, but almost choked to death.

Mixed-race people already have outstanding features, and with a little makeup, his handsomeness is elevated to a new level.

His skin was like fine porcelain, his bone structure and features were rendered with greater definition, and a subtle gentleness shone through his brows. The disguise cleverly concealed the natural imperfections on his face, adding an inexplicable sense of approachability to Butber compared to his fierce-looking older brother.

No wonder this kid was so quiet the whole way; he was up to his old tricks! Vodka has been a fanboy for years; how could he not notice the light makeup on his face?

"What's wrong?"

Kuromon Haruya turned his head and looked at Vodka with gentle yet polite manner, a true gentleman.

This is the first time that the identity of "Black Gate Haruya" has met Vermouth, so how can we not make careful preparations!

"You've kept me waiting."

A soft, lingering voice slid from Vermouth's tongue, sweet yet aloof: "This must be Butbell. I'm truly sorry for the incident caused by my subordinates earlier~"

As she spoke, Vermouth stepped past Gin, approaching him with proud yet elegant steps, like a wildcat surveying its territory.

She grabbed Kuromon Haruya's tie, slowly wrapping it around her fingers to pull his head down, and whispered seductively in his ear:

But this won't hinder our sweetness, will it, my dear?

Kuromon Haruya's cheeks flushed instantly, and even the tips of her ears felt hot.

He was like a lovesick young boy, gazing longingly at her face before quietly averting his gaze: "Yes, Ms. Vineyard."

Vodka's eyes nearly popped out of his head at his pathetic state—was this even a member of the organization? He was a carbon copy of Calvados!

"Vermouth."

To Vodka's surprise, Gin simply watched the heated atmosphere between the two men calmly, without letting his new subordinate bleed on the spot: "Now is not the time to play around."

"Oh dear, Gin, are you jealous already?" Vermouth sighed helplessly, loosened her tie reluctantly, and reached out to tease Gin's back. "Want to make me a long-awaited martini?"

？ ！！

"Humph."

Gin scrutinized her for a moment, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he abruptly dispelled his murderous aura, pushed open the villa door, and entered first. "Black mixed with black will only ever be black. If you wish to taste bitterness, I'd be happy to oblige."

"It's okay, my vermouth comes with sugar cubes."

Vermouth, with a mysterious smile, followed him inside, leaving her followers Calvados, Vodka, and Butbel standing there dumbfounded in the cold wind.

Vermouth then took Gin's arm and led him to the deepest room on the third floor.

She carefully scanned every corner of the room, from the ceiling to the walls, and even the gaps between the various pieces of furniture. Only after confirming that there were no surveillance devices installed in the room did she smile with satisfaction and abruptly push Gin away.

I feel like throwing up!

There was no need for pretense. She immediately sat down on the sofa furthest away and sneered, "Gin, have you finally decided to come and beg your older sister for help?"

Gin was in no better shape; his intense killing intent nearly engulfed another corner of the room, even dimming the light considerably: "Vermouth, what's the conclusion?"

With a casual shrug, Vermouth pulled out a wet wipe from the table and carefully cleaned the skin that had touched Gin. "I haven't noticed anything yet. You've already ruled out Vodka, haven't you?"

After Sherry fled, Gin's lack of immediate pursuit aroused her suspicion, prompting her to secretly observe.

You see, to these high-ranking officials, the people associated with the Miyano family are like cakes covered in icing.

What could be more important than Shirley? The answer is simple: that man.

Today, an encrypted text message received from another private number confirmed her suspicions—after several months, Gin was finally about to take action after that man disappeared.

They won't actively investigate the man's whereabouts, but that doesn't mean they won't investigate the people around him.

Under the guise of "discussing compensation for Butber's involvement," their meeting was actually for the purpose of exchanging intelligence and clearing out the area of ​​operation.

Making fun of Martini was a joke she made on a whim, but...

Vermouth curled the ends of her hair and looked out the window with amusement:

"I never expected you to be willing to cooperate?"

If the boss is really hiding among those two, he'd probably be quite frightened.

Gin chuckled softly, "Who knows?"

“Yeah…” Vermouth smiled back, “Who knows~”