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

Chapter 329 Encountering Prajna's Face in the Bamboo Shadows at Night

Conan witnessed him yawn in a manner resembling a sit-up, and decided to lay the groundwork by asking, "I heard from Ran that you're catching up on sleep. Have you rested enough? Where's Manager Sami?"

"The store manager seems tired and needs to sleep a little longer. As for me..."

Kuromon Haruya playfully stuck out the tip of her tongue.

"It's lunchtime after all, so we should eat properly~ Everyone has things to do tomorrow and has to rush back tonight. After missing last night's birthday party, I can't miss this farewell lunch!"

"So, Conan, what are you trying to tell me with that hesitant, evasive look?"

Pressing the confirmation button, Kuromon Haruya transmitted the overall plan to Noah's Ark's reserve plan library, then brought his forehead close to the vacant-looking Corgi.

"I'm not being coy at all!"

The arrogant Conan instinctively retorted, pretending not to care as he relayed the story: "...It sounds a bit complicated, but that's how it is."

After speaking, he slightly bent over and tilted his head, subtly observing Kuromon Haruya's expression:

If Hei Men suddenly finds out that he and an acquaintance are related, can he accept it?

Then the person in question reacted more calmly than expected. Kuromon Haruya stroked his chin and pondered for a moment before replying in a calm tone as if he had just finished discussing the day's weather: "Hmm... I see, then I understand."

Conan was utterly confused: "Kuromon-kun, aren't you surprised?"

Did you already know? Was I the only one in the family kept in the dark?

"I'm not really surprised, since I had guessed that before."

With an air of confidence, Kuromon Haruya slowly explained, "I had heard about Aunt Michi's relationship with Kuroba Toichi when I was young, and I even met him once and attended his funeral. After returning to Japan from studying abroad, my life gradually settled down, and naturally I had the idea of ​​going out to visit Toichi's only son."

"result!"

"result?"

Intentionally using the term of address as a peer to annoy Conan, Kuromon Haruya admired the expression on his face that looked like he had eaten rat droppings. Raising his eyebrows, he cast a questioning glance at him with his clear and sincere eyes, "I was quite surprised to find that Kuroba Kaito from Ekoda High School looks exactly like you!"

...However, Ran and Aoko-chan do look somewhat alike.

Clearing his throat under Conan's suspicious gaze, he continued, "After that, Ms. Akako invited you to Ekoda. Who knew that when you two met, you just stared at each other blankly, the king not recognizing the little king, so I kept my guess that we were relatives to myself!"

"Oh, I see."

The tense, hunched shoulders slowly slumped down. Conan bit his lower lip, squinted, and stared intently at the boy's student-like face, silently plucking flower petals from his heart:

What should I call him? Brother Kuromon? Uncle Kuromon? Brother Kuromon...Uncle Kuromon??

"Ah! No, I can't accept that!"

Unable to accept the premise of his best friend becoming an elder, Conan let out a long howl, then leaned back against Ran Mouri's lap as a pillow, sulking with frustration:

"How about we each call each other what we mean? I'll still call you brother, and you can call me Dad brother, and I'll call you Dad brother too."

"Hehe." To this, Kuromon Haruya simply smiled without saying a word, clutching his camera.

A flexible form of address... isn't out of the question!

One of the uses of the identity of Kuromon Haruya is to make it easier for Sharon and her angels and cool guys to claim seniority! She can be either a great-grandmother or Sharon's sister, there's always a seniority that she can be liked.

"In short, I understand what your father means. We can talk about the trip later. As for information gathering, I think the Kuromonji siblings know more than I do, so just give them their contact information!"

Tampering with the phone used for deduction is quite difficult, but with them, we can easily implant the virus into the siblings' hands while simultaneously monitoring their investigation progress. Perfect!

Having finalized the arrangements, Kuromon Haruya waved his hand to attract attention, and in front of the blushing little pervert, he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, turn back before it's too late."

"Hmm? Brother Heimen, are you going to give up love divination and become a monk?"

"In my opinion, you brat should be the one who becomes a monk!"

The sound of wind breaking through the air, carrying the smell of alcohol, came over. Conan felt a chill on the back of his head, and with two "thumps," he was given a red envelope shaped like a strawberry double-scoop ice cream by Kogoro Mouri.

Haruya Kuromon shook her head: "Sigh, that's why I said turning back is the best course of action~"

The girls surrounding them exchanged glances and burst into laughter, filling the hall with a joyful atmosphere.

"Hahaha! What a big bag, Saki, don't you think!"

"Huh? Hmm, hehehehe..."

"Sonoko, stop making fun of Conan!"

Her tea-colored hair swayed with every smile and gesture of the young girl, gently stirring Kyogoku Makoto's heartstrings. He raised a hand to his chest, immersing his gaze in the cheerful and bright atmosphere surrounding Suzuki Sonoko. His wildly beating heart made every drop of blood in his body flow through his pupils, etching this indescribable emotion into every red blood cell. He felt that even as time passed and the long nights grew quieter, he could never forget it...

Even as the cold, desolate breeze of the late night brushes past his sleeves, and the gray sky is devoid of stars and moon, Makoto Kyogoku walks alone through this bamboo grove where he has inadvertently revealed his feelings, and he can still feel the sincere, childlike love in his heart.

The rustling sound of the blades rubbing together is as reassuring as ever.

...!

"Who! Who's there!"

Kyogoku Makoto, like a vicious tiger twisting its body, suddenly retreated, raised his hand, and roared angrily at the shadowy stone tablets in the forest at his four o'clock position.

In the pitch-black night, there was no starlight, only the red lanterns hanging from the eaves of my own inn in the distance, swaying and emitting a faint red glow.

From a young age, Makoto Kyogoku did not believe in those supernatural rumors. Relying on his high skill and great courage, he dared to wander and practice alone in the mountains and forests at a young age. He was so familiar with this bamboo forest that he could find it with his eyes closed.

But now, something is different.

Perhaps it was the gradually stagnant sea breeze that caused the salty scent on the tip of my nose to be covered by some pungent odor, or perhaps it was simply an instinct like that of a dangerous wild beast.

He clenched his fists, his strong muscles bulging on his arms, and his menacing veins popping out. Just a few warm-up punches produced loud sonic booms in the air.

"As expected of a noble young master of Cuju (ancient Chinese football)."

The wind rustles the bamboo shadows, each carrying a different meaning, and a tall, slender figure emerges from the shadows.

The newcomer spoke with the melodious tones of a Kyoto noblewoman. Her hair was short and sparsely black, and a scarlet Hannya mask stood out from the swaying bamboo leaves. She neither flinched nor flinched, but instead extended her slender, white fingers from beneath her elegant kimono, offering a respectful bow with clasped hands.

"I am Chi Banya. I have long admired your martial arts skills and have come here to fight you to the death."

A simple bamboo sword slid out from inside her kimono sleeve and landed in her left hand. She took a step and... launched herself forward!