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

Chapter 327 Complex Kinship Relationships

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

A small hand reluctantly peeked out from under the covers. Conan turned off the alarm clock, yawning widely, "Ugh~ I slept so soundly, I feel like I fell asleep the moment I blinked..."

wrong!

Conan sat bolt upright in bed, looking around: This is... a room at the Wawu Inn? How did I get here!

Conan's temples throbbed from sleeping too long. He quickly put on his clothes, and memories of last night gradually returned:

'I found Mr. Dokyo's habits suspicious, so I slipped out of the car and sneaked into his room, where I found a bunch of photos of Sonoko and Kosaki.'

Just as I pushed open the door to take the evidence, a furtive shadowy figure approached, and I instinctively fired a tranquilizer dart, losing consciousness...

"Oh no! We need to warn everyone about the crisis right away!"

There was no one else in the suite. Damn it, I have to make it!

Without even putting on his shoes, Conan made a phone call as he strode straight toward the girls' suite, pounding on the door with his little fists: "Ran! Ran! Open the door!"

Swah——

The door was pulled open, and before Conan could even open his mouth to report, Ran Mouri covered his mouth, raised her index finger, and whispered, "Shh! Conan, keep your voice down, Kuromon and the others are catching up on sleep!"

Conan: Kuromon + Sleep = Shut up and be quiet.

Subconsciously turning the volume down to the minimum, Conan covered his mouth and nodded, peeking cautiously into the room: "Kuromon-san is back? By the way, Mr. Dokai is the murderer!"

"Don't worry. He was arrested last night when you hit your head. Let's go outside and talk."

Ran led him to the sunny lobby of the inn. Conan glanced at the time and belatedly realized that it was almost noon!

Unlike the quiet and serene back hall, the main hall, with its walnut-colored floor, was quite lively at this moment.

The group that had been missing were now chatting in small groups at the tea table. Sonoko, Kosaki, and Mr. Hanzawa were sitting at one table, and Conan breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Sonoko choke on a sweet treat she had just swallowed. Uncle Mori, who had been holding a beer bottle all day, was reclining on the table, turning on the TV, completely oblivious to Ran's growing murderous aura. Makoto Kyogoku, carrying fresh tea and a fruit platter, sat down at Sonoko's table, even giving a greeting as he passed by.

"Good afternoon, Conan. You're finally awake?"

"Good morning."

Conan responded hesitantly, then followed Ran to Kogoro's table. Just as he was about to speak, Kogoro stopped him, saying, "Hey! Why are you in such a hurry, you little brat? You're blocking my view of the news!"

Inside the LCD TV with its retro-style bezel, the host from Izumo TV is reporting today's top news:

"With the help of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, the serial murder case that harmed five women and spanned a year was finally solved, and the murderer, Masahiko Michiwaki, confessed to his crimes."

The next news item is as follows: According to the Izumo City government, the city's mayor tragically passed away at his home at 3:00 AM this morning due to sudden cardiac arrest. The city council will hold an emergency meeting this week to select a candidate for the next mayor. Next up are campaign videos from the candidates...

Conan picked up the glass on the table, but suddenly smelled alcohol. He quickly stuck out his tongue in disgust and put it down: "So what happened?"

"So the case was solved, and Hanzawa was exonerated," Kogoro Mouri said. "Kuromon used the evidence to give Nida a good slap in the face, then took the framed Hanzawa to the mountaintop restaurant to rescue him. After learning that Kyo had preserved evidence of the crime elsewhere, he rode his motorcycle all night to help with the statement taking, only returning to the inn early the next morning. Unlike some brats, who sleep like logs!"

"It wasn't while I was sleeping, I was being..."

Kuromon Haruya pinched Conan's mouth from behind, covered it, and chuckled, "You were too sleepy and fell asleep, so I found you myself, right?"

Seeing Conan blinking, still confused, Kuromon Haruya activated his aiming watch, lowered his wrist to aim at his own calf, and made a "piu" sound effect, speaking through his eyes:

You ran into me last night; you acted too quickly and accidentally hurt yourself.

Then, the murderer put his hands together and gave a half-hearted smile: "It happened so suddenly, I'm sorry~"

Conan: You've been laughing at me the whole time, you haven't stopped!

He clenched his fists, anger rising within him: "Brother Heimen—"

Sonoko hooked her arm around Conan from behind, her crescent-shaped eyes twinkling with a mischievous grin as she teased, "Alright, alright, you don't have to call me that like a spoiled brat every time! Ran, do you think he's been spending too much time with us older girls and picked up some girly mannerisms?"

"Huh? Is it really going to happen?!"

“That’s certainly possible.” Kuromon Haruya adjusted his glasses and joined the discussion with a serious expression. “Research shows that children raised by older female relatives tend to be more sensitive and considerate. Compared to his peers like Mitsuhiko and Genta, Conan is a bit too much of a dresser. Wearing a suit is one thing, but he always pairs it with a bright red bow tie and overalls…”

Ouch, Shinichi, that hurts! Don't pinch my waist! I'm not saying anything more!

"Heh." Conan's lips twitched. I'd be a fool to believe you.

Just as Conan was about to continue "deepening his relationship" with Haruya Kuromon, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

[Caller: Yusaku Kudo]

"Hey? Dad, what's up so late?"

"Shinichi, you're finally awake?" Even though they were separated by the ocean, Conan felt reassured as soon as he heard his father's steady voice. "I called you earlier, but Mr. Mori answered. He said you were asleep, which is why it was delayed until now."

Upon hearing this, Conan quickly glanced at Kogoro Mouri: "Uncle didn't notice anything wrong, did he?"

"No." Because you, Shinichi Kudo, have already revealed all your secrets to your elders.

"Phew, that's good." Conan breathed a sigh of relief. "Then just say what you want to say, we have an event later!"

Yukiko Kudo, who was listening in on the phone, raised her eyebrows in displeasure and shot a glare at the phone: "You brat, you've forgotten about your parents now that you have a childhood sweetheart! You haven't even bothered to call us in so long, and you didn't even care that your parents were almost crushed by the earthquake!"

With her bright red lips pouting, she winked at her husband: "Yuzuo, teach our son a lesson!"

Yusaku Kudo gave him a knowing look: I understand.

"Since you put it that way, then I won't give you any time to process it."

Yusaku Kudo cleared his throat and, as his son wished, announced directly: "Listen carefully, actually, Haruya Kuromon is your distant cousin."

Conan: "..."

Haha, the anesthetic must still be working! I actually misheard it as Hei Men being my cousin!

"Huh? Uncle Yusaku, what did you just say? I think I misheard something?"

"Shinichi, you heard me right."

Fearing that his eldest son might not have heard clearly, Kudo Yusaku repeated himself again, clearly and distinctly: "Kuromon Haruya, in our family tree, is your cousin."

Your cousin...

My cousin...

Uncle...

Uncle...

Conan put down his phone. A gentle breeze after the rain brushed his face, bringing the fresh scent of earth, making the wind seem unusually noisy today... What a joke!

"Huh? Are you kidding me? This world isn't a mystery novel!!"