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

"how so?!"

Shocked, Haruya Kuromon leaned against the door, then, with his hands behind his back, gave Conan, who was holding the power-up switch on his sneakers, an OK sign indicating that it was safe for the time being.

They had already discussed it. Since Butbel had the ability to disguise himself, the other party was very likely to take advantage of the chaos during the period when Dr. Shirai was murdered, disguise himself as someone to approach, and wait for an opportunity to make a move.

Just like that, after receiving the signal, Conan immediately crawled into the locker, raised the tranquilizer dart, and kept an eye on suspicious people in the crowd.

"Inspector Megure, is there anything I can do to help?"

Heimen Yaoye led the officers to a spacious VIP ward, sat them back on the bed, and handed each of them an apple with a worried expression.

"That's great!"

Without the ever-present detectives interfering, Inspector Megure had been feeling something was missing, something was off, but now he finally felt relieved:

"Dr. Shirai was discovered at 10:55 p.m. The first witness was a male cleaning staff member on night duty. When he was cleaning the men's restroom in the corner of the third floor of the hospital according to his duty roster, he noticed water leaking from the door crack. After going in to check, he saw Dr. Shirai being murdered and then reported the incident to the police."

The victim had small, evenly distributed bubbles around his mouth and nose, and slight bleeding from his ears, consistent with drowning. When found, his entire upper body was submerged in the mop sink, stuck in a strange position. Forensic investigators found a partially melted bar of soap with the victim's shoe print on it on the tiles in the corner of the room.

Due to the cold weather, the body has been submerged in a sink with the tap running, making it impossible to determine the time of death at this time. Further autopsy results are needed for a definitive diagnosis.

This scene sounds like something out of a story about "Mitsuo Shirai accidentally stepping on soap while washing his hands, then choking and drowning." But this is Conan, not Final Destination, so such a dramatic death is practically impossible.

Yoya Kuromon took the photos from the crime scene and flipped through them one by one, comparing them: "The police have determined that the case is murder, so they must already have more precise evidence, right?"

"Yes."

Inspector Megure pointed to the photo documenting the victim's condition, highlighting the white coat: "The edge of this pool is extremely sharp; even ordinary cleaning staff could get cut if they're not careful, but we didn't find any obvious signs of struggle."

The eyes in the locker blinked, their gaze resolute. Conan mentally picked up on Inspector Megure's words, realizing that the victim had already lost consciousness before entering the water.

"So, who was the last person to see Dr. Shirai? Are there any surveillance cameras near the crime scene?"

Even without asking, Haruya Kuromon knew there couldn't possibly be any surveillance footage. Putting aside the usual practices of the Detective Conan world, the fact that he and Gin had gone out together would surely have led the organization to erase any trace of it.

As expected, Inspector Megure gave a dismissive answer as usual: "The surveillance lines on this side are all damaged. Because it's close to the New Year, the maintenance personnel in charge are all on holiday."

"However, if we're talking about it, Mr. Kuromon, you should be the last person to meet the doctor."

Me? Sogrid never said that!

Yoruichi Kuromon made no attempt to hide his surprise, pointing at himself with a bewildered and innocent expression.

"The head nurse said he disappeared after returning your dinner tray at the end of his shift... Is something wrong?"

As Inspector Megure instinctively gave his testimony, he saw a look on the man's face that said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Actually, from 11 a.m. until just now, I was in a drowsy, half-awake state for a full twelve hours and couldn't perceive anything."

"what!"

Inspector Megure was so nervous that he wanted to call a doctor from the same department, but seeing that Yoruichi Kuromon was conscious, he was persuaded to give up the idea.

Conan, who was inside the cabinet, reacted even more strongly, almost getting furious.

Damn it, why didn't I notice sooner? No wonder Kuromon was so confused when he woke up!

"After saying goodbye to Conan and the others in the morning, Dr. Shirai examined me and gave me an IV drip according to the treatment plan. Not long after, I was overcome by drowsiness. The doctor said that this was a normal side effect of the medication and that I should just rest."

As she spoke, Kuromon Haruya rubbed her stomach and looked longingly at the head nurse outside the door: "Don't even mention dinner, I haven't eaten anything since this morning except for the white porridge."

With the extra money-making task looming over her, the head nurse hesitated for a moment: "Then should I get you some of those nutritional meals?"

She was one of the organization's informants within the general hospital, essentially serving as the hospital's head.

Yesterday, as this police consultant was transferred to this hospital, her long-silent superior issued her the highest-level task—to intercept all testing information related to Kuromon Haruya and ensure the safety and reliability of the medical staff around him.

This was the first time she had received such a high-level mission in her five years of undercover work!

Like many of her colleagues, she didn't know which organization she was truly working for, but that didn't matter.

To outsiders, the medical industry appears glamorous and offers high salaries, but in reality, the profits are only divided among a small number of top performers. Lower-level employees like them simply do more tiring work for less money.

After the real estate bubble bursts and society becomes depressed, more and more colleagues in hospitals will be willing to earn extra money through these means—after all, even the most dedicated medical professionals are still human beings and need to make a living.

In her opinion, people like Dr. Shirai, who were assigned to the position through back channels, often acted like attending physicians and skimped on their pay. It would be better if he died and made room for them!

Yoya Kuromon waved her hand understandingly, giving her a grateful look: "No need, that would hinder the police investigation to some extent."

The topic of not having eaten came up, and Conan was reminded of Butbell, the guy who brazenly ate bread at a crime scene and disrupted public order. His scoundrel-like behavior was truly infuriating.

In contrast, look at Brother Kuromon, who disregarded his own injuries and insisted on prioritizing the greater good. He is definitely worthy of being among the top ten people who moved Japan!

"but..."

Conan pushed the cabinet door open wider, stood on tiptoe, and tried to peek at clues this way, muttering to himself, "I need to find a suitable point to get out. The feeling of having a case right in front of me but not being able to solve it is too torturous!"

Just as Conan was about to see the contents of the file, a huge figure blocked his way, perfectly obscuring the clues.

“Following the rules is certainly important, but our police force is so rigid that we let a hero go hungry while assisting him.”

With a deep, appreciative voice, a burly middle-aged man walked to the center of the room, his steps exuding power.

The gray-haired, rugged man had a weathered appearance. His stern face immediately gave the impression of being serious and unsmiling. Even with sunglasses on, his piercing left eye still made people afraid to meet his gaze. On the right side of his face, a large area of ​​muscle tissue was twisted and knotted, looking extremely ferocious. Conan recognized it as a typical hypertrophic scar left by flames.