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

The heartfelt recitation of the poem flowed like a spring, never ceasing.

The black windbreaker transformed into a robe, the cell phone into a scripture, and the "priest" wearing sunglasses, disregarding the harsh winter, squeezed out the fervent praise from his heart with trembling lips. He either regretted or sighed, and even when he got excited, a few tears slid out from under his glasses, showing utmost piety.

The young man, whom he held affectionately in his arms, looked solemn and sincere, like a baptized lamb, constantly marveling and asking questions under the earnest teachings of his senior.

If we ignore the fact that both are codenamed members, the scene can actually be considered warm and joyful.

This is the scene that Vermouth saw when she stood on the porch of the villa.

She surveyed her unusually excited and oblivious subordinates from afar and called out, "Calvados."

"Lord Vermouth!"

Upon hearing the heavenly call, Calvados eagerly pulled his hand away and ran to Vermouth's side, almost bursting into tears on the spot.

Half an hour—just half an hour—felt like he had lived a lifetime! Who can understand such suffering?

At first, he could barely manage to say a few words using the romantic talent of the French, but once his vocabulary ran out, his actual illiteracy was revealed.

Fortunately, the boss also thought his literary skills were too low, and after listening for ten minutes, he agreed to his request to open his phone for reference!

He looked at Vermouth with an eager gaze, his eyes filled with a fervor he himself was unaware of:

"Please feel free to give me any tasks you may have. I was born for you!"

The intense, fiery gaze seemed to pierce through her; Vermouth frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping in.

Could it be that the attempt to test the boss failed and instead drove Calvados, that good dog, crazy?

Having worked as an international superstar for many years, she has organized protection and doesn't have to worry about her personal safety, but she has also witnessed many tragedies of her colleagues being retaliated against by overzealous fans.

She kept Calvados by her side because she saw that he admired her but didn't blindly follow her. Humans are animals driven by love and hate, and Calvados's current state is somewhat similar.

She remained calm and wary of her subordinate's sudden outburst, and probed based on the information exchanged with Gin: "Calvados, introduce yourself using your code name, now."

Calvados was startled: What, you too?

However, he was no longer the illiterate man he was half an hour ago. Calvados skillfully assumed the posture of offering his heart and was about to begin chanting: "I am your guardian knight Calvados, serving you is my life..."

"That's enough, go to Gin's side."

Having achieved his goal, Vermouth listened for a few more sentences before raising her hand to stop the conversation. The fact that he could utter a false name meant he hadn't taken drugs, thus clearing him of suspicion.

She pointed towards the annex, about to give the order, but then, recalling his unusual state, she added a few more words of explanation: "Gin suspects that a cuckoo has infiltrated the organization, and he needs your assistance in carrying out a cleanup mission."

"As ordered!"

Calvados was eager to leave this troublesome place, so after feigning reluctance, he hurriedly ran off.

As Vermouth watched his retreating figure as he ran off into the distance, she became even more convinced that her subordinate had been provoked and decided to schedule an appointment with the organization's in-house psychologist.

She turned her head and looked at another troublesome person beside her.

The facial features, which clearly resemble each other by about 80%, look completely different on a mother and son!

If Gin hadn't specifically asked her to identify him, Vermouth would never have made that connection—his confident and elegant demeanor made it hard to imagine that he was the son of Kuromon Mi and that crazy woman.

'However, the kid who committed suicide with his mother seventeen years ago actually survived. I thought that adult had erased all those involved in the incident.'

Thoughts flickered in her eyes, Vermouth concealed the malice in her heart, and beckoned with her finger:

"Butber, you'll be working for me next month, and you can also take the time to learn disguise techniques."

"Ok."

Just as Kuromon Haruya finished replying, he suddenly paused for a moment, then, as if to make up for it, imitated Calvados by placing his right fist against his chest and repeated, "Yes, sir!"

Vermouth's eye twitched, and she inexplicably felt as if she had corrupted Gin's subordinate.

"I've reviewed your training records. Your disguise skills are decent, but your speed is lacking, making it difficult to quickly change your identity."

She took a black envelope from her pocket:

"There will be a grand memorial service in two weeks, and I will attend as Chris Vineyard. This is your admission ticket."

The organization plans to take advantage of the current buzz to further boost your profile; perhaps we'll even have some business collaborations in the future.

Yoruichi Kuromon took the letter without opening it: "So, what is the mission I need to perform?"

"On standby, providing cover if necessary; the FBI has been a bit restless lately."

Actually, her statement was somewhat conservative. Judging from the increase in the number of people entering the country through a secret passage in the intelligence network, this is definitely more than just a disturbance.

Heimen Yaoye speculated that the higher-ups there might have noticed signs of the organization's contraction and resurgence, and were considering suppressing it.

"Will that man, Shuichi Akai, be coming?"

"Currently unknown."

Vermouth knocked on the door. "NOC," this was an indication of a spy without diplomatic status. "Chris's identity has already been locked by Shuichi Akai. If you make contact, you will inevitably be suspected. There are some fairly reliable identities in the organization's database. If you need, you can choose one as a scapegoat."

Logically, once her identity was exposed, she could have applied to move behind the scenes and end the harassment of those boring cat-and-mouse games, but that was all a plan before the boss disappeared.

"No need to bother."

To her surprise, Yoruichi Kuromon did not obey her orders but had another idea: "Let me attract the FBI's attention."

Vermouth fluttered her eyelashes with interest: "What are your thoughts?"

“If it’s not Shuichi Akai who comes, there’s no need to use this backup identity; but if it’s him, even with this identity, there’s no guarantee that I’m 100% clear of suspicion. So let me play myself.”

Kuromon Haruya brushed the snow off his shoulders, stepped up the stairs, and came to her:

"The person connected to the organization wasn't Kurokawa Haruya, but Butber, who disguised himself and took my place. I was just an innocent photographer caught in the crossfire. After all, when faced with the same question type, people tend to choose different options than before, given that they've already filled in an answer."

"Like Sharon Vineyard and Chris Vineyard."

Vermouth's face turned cold, and for the first time, she looked directly at this codenamed member, her eyes meeting his gaze with a hidden murderous intent.

Even if their relationship hasn't been harmonious in recent years, Gin wouldn't reveal these past events. Knowing too many things he shouldn't know, death is the best way to keep it a secret.

"Although I cannot protect you like Calvados, it does not mean I can tolerate Shuichi Akai tarnishing the honor of Vineyard."

Faced with Vermouth's indifference, Kuromon Haruya knelt on one knee, respectfully took her right hand, and placed a light, non-contact kiss on the back of her fingers:

"Because I love you so much!"

...

Three minutes later, outside the villa's gate.

"Hiss..." Kuromon Haruya rubbed his hand that had been slapped away, looking dejected. "Does Sharon look down on my identity that much? He won't even let the wounded sit down so late at night. I should have made a more likable background!"

"That won't work either. What if she actually falls for me? It's definitely better to be a little annoying."

He looked up at the flickering streetlights and muttered guiltily, "I hope Gin won't be angry that I'm reminding Sharon so quietly."