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

Chapter 221 Eyes Under the Shadow of the Campus

Under the full moon hanging high in the night sky, Kuromon Haruya patted the empty seat next to her and warmly invited, "Won't you come and sit down?"

Shake, shasha.

The evening breeze rustled through the trees, but there was no response, only the fragrant breaths of crows scrambling for snacks.

Kuromon Haruya:（￣へ￣╬）

Since you're a crow with a formal position, can't you at least have some manners?

He gave the Gentleman Raven a glare, and the latter, receiving the instruction, raised its wings in salute. Immediately, several Divine Ravens delivered flying kicks, sending the rest of their underlings flying.

He who refuses a toast will have to suffer the consequences. Since Bourbon won't come to him, then he'll have to go and help Bourbon!

Kuromon Haruya pretended to ponder for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fist and clapped his hands together, pulling a pack of tissues from his pocket and walking straight to the bushes: "Mr. Amuro, you need some tissues..."

Whoosh!

Before the words were finished, a figure, dark in color but whiter than Fan Ze, whose face was still discernible, suddenly stood up.

That's one of the advantages of being around Amuro Tooru and Hattori Heiji: you don't have to watch their expressions when you speak, because their anger and normalcy are on the same level!

Amuro Tooru stood up with a dark expression, rubbed his calves, and explained, "Sorry, I instinctively hid when I saw so many crows, and my legs were a little numb just now."

I am absolutely not doing anything that violates public morality!

However, the fact that Kuromon Haruya was able to detect his tracking made Amuro Tooru secretly wary, and he became even more certain that his background was not so simple.

"I just realized someone was following me, and I thought I had run into another criminal."

As he spoke, Kuromon Haruya deliberately raised his arm, pinched it (not exactly slender but certainly not thick), and complained with a wry smile:

"Walking through alleys at night makes you vulnerable to attacks. To be honest, I subdued ten robbers I encountered last month. Thanks to that, I can sense whether someone is following me without even turning around!"

"Ten, ten?"

If I remember correctly, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department only arrested about twenty robbery suspects last month, right?

“After all, this is Beika Town,” Kuromon Haruya shrugged helplessly. “However, five of them are robbery gangs, so the probability isn’t high. Please rest assured, leave the protection of ordinary citizens like Mr. Amuro to us police!”

Ordinary people!

Amuro Tooru's right hand, hidden in his pocket, stiffened slightly. He had to admit that this advisor from the Kuromon Gate was easy to provoke his anger.

"Hey! Mr. Kuromon, you're so reliable, unlike me..."

Amuro Tooru chuckled self-deprecatingly, twirling a strand of golden hair between his fingers: "Actually, I've always dreamed of being a police officer since I was little, but because of my mixed-race appearance, I was denied a place at the police academy... I wonder if you would be willing to take me on as your apprentice and let me become a detective like Mr. Mori."

A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

Unfortunately, Haruya Kuromon doesn't feel anything for the dark-skinned, blond-haired, blue-eyed man yet. His heart is already divided between Gin and Vermouth, leaving him with no room for further joy or sorrow.

"Please don't say that, Mr. Amuro, you are a very outstanding person!"

Before he could react, Kuromon Haruya pressed the shutter and quickly took dozens of photos of him, then held them up in front of him: "Look! You have a good posture, a steady center of gravity when you walk, and you not only have excellent looks but also exude a sense of righteousness! Don't even mention being a detective, I would believe you if you said you were a police officer infiltrating the civilian population!"

Ha, he took Bo as his disciple?

He wanted to retire peacefully, but he was worried about his children, so he didn't want to be too idle and found something to do!

Besides, if Bourbon is taken away by him, wouldn't Rum go from being the eternal runner-up to becoming Kogoro Mouri's top disciple? That won't do!

Kuromon Haruya smiled dismissively, then leaned forward again, his eyes slightly downturned, revealing an expression of being moved by the youth's ambition:

"Have more confidence in yourself! I'm not good at deduction, but how about I introduce you to Mr. Mori as my apprentice, Amuro-kun!"

Amuro, my brother?

Officer Furuya, a 29-year-old man about to turn 30 and entering middle age, extended his hand: "No, actually I..."

A phone rang, and Kuromon Haruya immediately picked it up: "Hello, Ran, what can I do for you?"

"Hmm... What?! Professor Agasa's side too... Okay, I'll go right now!"

......

The dimly lit school building was deserted, and the corridors where people used to run around freely seemed to stretch endlessly. Five small figures held flashlights, their cold white light reflecting off the floor like a distorted, shimmering pool.

Clack clack, the night wind is strong tonight, making a trembling sound as it passes through the corridor windows.

"Exploring the seven wonders of the school, the next one is the walking mannequin in the infirmary! Little Haibara, if you're scared, you can hold my hand!"

Led by a few boys, Ayumi stayed at a distance from Ai Haibara, shyly and sweetly offering her name, then secretly regretting her actions: Honestly! I wanted to muster up the courage to get to know Haibara and maybe even change how I address her... It's harder to say than I imagined!

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past the window.

"Alas!"

Suddenly, Ayumi grabbed her arm, and Ai Haibara calmly patted her head to comfort her: It's not certain who's scared yet.

Ultimately, demons and monsters are nothing more than human imaginations about unknown phenomena when science was underdeveloped. They simply do not exist. Things based on rumors and speculation can never compare to the harsh reality.

Logically, she shouldn't be interested in children's adventurous games, but the situation is different now. The inability to find the trigger for her aphasia means there's no cure, and the feeling of not being able to speak freely is extremely unpleasant.

Just then, Ayumi invited her on an adventure, and with the mindset of fighting fire with fire, Ai Haibara made her first appearance since taking a leave of absence from school—after all, there is no more terrifying existence in the world than the organization.

Because the school had just organized a major cleaning before dismissal that evening, the air still smelled of pungent disinfectant. It wasn't exactly terrifying, but it made the atmosphere feel inhuman. For a long time, Ai Haibara found this smell reassuring, until she gradually took over those experiments, until the organization bared its fangs at her and her sisters.

elder sister...

She lowered her head dejectedly, completely unaware that behind her, around the corner, a pair of empty, lifeless eyes were fixed on their movements.

"Here, I finally found it... finally!"