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

Chapter 220 Mimi, little kitten, shall we feed the crows?

After tying up the kitchen waste that had accumulated in the afternoon, Amuro Tooru did a final check of the water and electricity to make sure nothing was missing. Then he found the "CLOSE" sign, locked the door, and ended his day of part-time work.

"Hello? Bourbon, how's the investigation into Kurokawa Haruya himself going?"

Amuro Tooru, with the phone tucked between his shoulder and a dinner sandwich (a perk for employees) in his hand, got into his car and reported, "This is Furuya. Everything is stable so far, and I'm making my way in."

"Is that so?" On the other end of the phone, Kuroda Hyōe leaned back in his chair, paused for a moment, and then encouraged him, "Thank you for your hard work. The investigation into that organization is fraught with danger, and we don't want to lose someone as talented as you by rushing things. Please be extra careful."

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine now." Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes in thought, then decided to report, "His matter has not yet been fully investigated, but for some reason, I haven't seen Vienna for the past few days."

"Vienna, I remember that the clue that led us to Butber was him, right?"

“Yes. At the end of last year, Vienna, Kiel, and I were summoned by Rum to Izu. According to him at that time, ‘Butbel was also trapped among the hostages,’ and that’s how we got the clue to this new member.”

According to the tire track investigation, not far from where Kuromon Haruya had fainted from the explosion, the police also found a suspicious motorcycle tire track, most likely caused by a rescue operation from Vienna. And now, he's inexplicably appearing beside Kuromon Haruya with a new identity, making it highly probable that the latter is Butber…”

With irrefutable evidence before him, and a perfect opportunity to arrest two members of the organization, Amuro Tooru felt inexplicably uneasy:

Both pieces of evidence pointing to Yoruichi Kuromon were from Asano Minami himself, and there were no other sources. Just as they were about to begin their investigation, they encountered him again.

Amuro Tooru sometimes wondered if this was a bit... too much of a coincidence?

Kuroda Hyōe hesitated for a moment, his voice low and hoarse: "Furuya-kun, I understand what you mean. If, if he really is a codenamed member who has committed many evil deeds in the organization... please, you must not hold back!"

“A bright, sunny, and righteous person like Ms. Miwa would only tarnish her tombstone if she had a son like this. You shall make all the decisions when it comes to the action, and do not consider my past relationship with his mother.”

"Okay, don't worry."

After quickly finishing his report, Amuro Tooru slowly unwrapped the packaging, gazing tenderly at the peaceful street. Seeing the residents' happy smiles made all his efforts worthwhile.

Today is a rare weekend. Children, hand in hand with their parents, excitedly run towards the shopping street after school. Neighbors, having finished dinner, also gradually head to the park for a stroll. Further away in the alleys, strange hooded figures wearing masks can be seen stretching lazily...

"Ok?"

The neighborhood guardian, Amuro Tooru, instantly sharpened his gaze and locked onto that figure.

His slender figure was particularly striking given that the average height of Japanese men is 170 cm and that of women is 158 cm. Perhaps with this in mind, he deliberately hunched over, wearing only a simple black hoodie, and carrying a deliberately woven bag that was about a meter tall. Some strands of brownish-gray hair were faintly visible under the hood.

Speak of the devil and he appears! It's none other than Kuromon Haruya!

Amuro Tooru opened his mouth wide, quickly finished the sandwich in a few bites, and followed after them with his tools.

The figure ahead moved along the narrow alleyways between the residential buildings, while Amuro Tooru behind him tried to guess his intentions step by step.

He carried the woven bag effortlessly, it didn't seem very heavy, and there was no deliberate bloodstain seepage. There was no obvious noise when he moved it, so the possibility of heavy gunpowder and murder and body disposal could be ruled out for the time being.

The need to manually move goods indicates an emergency, and the need to leave no trace... In any case, given his dark and furtive appearance, he must be closely connected to the organization.

Sure enough, after crossing the last intersection, Kuromon Haruya arrived at a bright and open space.

"This is the woods outside Mihana Park!"

What is Butber doing here? Is he going to make a deal with someone?

Under his suspicious gaze, Kuromon Haruya lifted the small whistle hanging around his neck and brought it to his lips:

"Quack! Quack!"

A whistle, similar to the cawing of crows, kept sounding.

"Is this some kind of coded message for a deal?"

Although he didn't understand the meaning, Amuro Tooru recorded the audio just to be on the safe side.

Peeking around cautiously, Kuromon Haruya pulled down his hood, opened the suspicious woven bag, and reached in to pull out a pile of glittering gold...

—The crust of the bread!

"Hey!"

With her hands raised towards the sky, Kuromon Haruya unleashed a shower of petals, sending dried cake scraps flying. The crows lurking around instantly took flight and began scrambling for them.

Click, click, click!

"Hmm~ This 'Night Raven Soaring' looks pretty good, and this 'Love Suicide' with claws gripping and spiraling downwards is also great!"

Amuro Tooru blinked, belatedly realizing that he was... posing for a photo?

The frustration of punching cotton welled up inside me, and I clenched my teeth, making a grinding sound.

All this fuss and bizarre behavior, just to find a deserted spot to feed the crows and take a staged photo! So you're the one who caused all those crows gathering in the commercial street!

"Whoo~"

Having completed his hundred consecutive death shots, Kuromon Haruya carelessly wiped his forehead with his hood and sat down on the ground. He opened a bottle of mineral water, took a few sips, and licked the water droplets from the corner of his mouth.

'The gaze emanating from the bushes is so intense, you can't ignore it even if you don't have eyes. Bourbon delivered himself right to my doorstep, so don't blame me for not going easy on him, Jingguang~'

After completing the bi-weekly welfare distribution, Kuromon Haruya deliberately turned her back, pretending to be busy while taking out her phone:

[A letter of comfort from the thoughtful boss:]

Quiz: Guess who's following me! ^v^

P.S.: The reward is a day trip to Tottori!

A gentleman raven with a white feather on its chest landed, its sharp gaze fixed on the bushes, its wings gesturing to its neck:

"Wow, quack quack!" Brother, should we take care of that sneaky human behind the bushes?

"It's okay. It's a small animal that's easily startled. Your overreaction will only scare it away."

Gentleman Crow: "Caw, caw?" Did it scare away the small animals?

“It’s a Siamese cat that roams around.” Kuromon Haruya sat cross-legged, pondering. “It originally had a good background, but unfortunately its owner died young. This cat didn’t know its owner was dead. When it was hungry, it would just find a random house to eat at, and then bring its prey back to the grave. Everyone thought they were raising it, but actually…”

He looked up and saw a pair of dark blue eyes gleaming warily in the bushes under the cover of night.

"Good evening, Mr. Amuro! Would you like to feed the crows together?"