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

Chapter 218 Unbreakable Comradeship

"Delay will only lead to more trouble. It's time to end this farce." Gin coldly looked down at the corpse, then turned and left.

"Hey, you've already figured out who the assassin is?" Kuromon Haruya quickly followed, somewhat surprised.

His ability to quickly identify the murderer stems entirely from his sensitivity to blood and death. However, when Gin was by his side, he showed absolutely no interest in deduction or solving cases whenever they happened to be involved in murder.

“Playing detective games step by step is a waste of time.” As if hearing his thoughts, Gin said calmly, “Once you cross that line drawn with blood, there is no going back. It’s incredibly easy to tell if someone has killed someone. That’s how it was when I first saw you.”

At first glance?

Kuromon Haruya belatedly realized that he was referring to the time when he commissioned photos online.

At that time, I thought that Gin had caught me because I hadn't cleaned up some loose ends somewhere.

"When a hunter sees its own kind, its first reaction is to compare it with its own abilities. But you, as a rising star photographer, felt surprise and wariness when you saw me, but not fear or timidity."

"..."

Yoya Kuromon did not reply, but instead concealed her emotions with a deeper smile.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in my subordinates' private lives." Gin turned on the tap and rinsed the candy stick with running water to remove any saliva that might remain. "I'm just reminding you to keep a low profile, Butbel."

"After all, the time you'll be appreciated by that lord will be much longer than you imagine."

Gin casually reprimanded his subordinate, then bent down and picked up a strand of hair from the ground at the crime scene.

......

"Brother Heimen!"

Finally, Gin emerged, and Conan's eyes lit up. He eagerly reported, "I've finished questioning everyone present. All the suspects except us were inside the store, but we're still missing a crucial piece of information regarding how the culprit created an alibi..."

"Need not."

Gin stopped Master Ke's rambling with a palm strike, his cold gaze sweeping to the side as he commanded, "You lot, stand in a line."

"Eh? But..."

"Alright, alright, little one." Kuromon Haruya wrapped his arms around Conan from behind, blocking his view. "This is the time for adults to solve cases, so don't cause trouble."

It's rare for Gin to be in such high spirits to perform a few more times, so interrupting his perfect performance... well, that's best left to our old father. ^_^

This guy!

Upon closer inspection, Conan became even more certain that he bore an uncanny resemblance to Asano Minami, which startled him.

This shopkeeper, Sami, is definitely not simple. There's something about him that seems familiar, but I just can't quite place it!

"Shh! Look, Mr. Kuromon is about to start his deduction."

On the other side, Gin paid little attention to his protective behavior and slowly approached the suspect.

Perhaps it's because the world of science fiction has a special fondness for the number "three," because this time there are still three suspects: a male cashier at a convenience store, a female employee at a gas station who came to buy coffee during her lunch break, and a delivery driver.

Without any further movement, Gin simply opened his pale green eyes and unleashed a murderous aura upon the three of them.

"What? At least give us an explanation..." The driver was about to complain, but suddenly fell silent.

The air that was once breathable suddenly became stagnant, as if it had solidified. Something invisible, like a sharp blade, pierced through the skin and probed into the body inch by inch, causing the internal organs to contract and writhe restlessly, and the throat to swallow incessantly.

He couldn't help but recall the image of a teacher raising his hand and saying he was going to randomly select someone during his student days. He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but it was clearly a premonition of impending doom.

What is this? What is it?

Just as the driver was wondering what was going on, he suddenly heard the police officer point to the female employee next to him and coldly assert, "You are the criminal."

The well-behaved young woman with the cute bob haircut looked up, and Gin met her gaze directly into the fierce glint in her eyes: "Where's the evidence? You don't have any evidence, right? Evidence..."

From Conan's perspective, Kuromon simply raised his hand casually, and the young lady suddenly went berserk, grabbing a baseball bat from the shelf and launching a fierce attack, which was easily subdued in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to step forward to inquire, the store manager happened to block his way and said meaningfully, "I feel that Mr. Kuromon is in a bad mood today. You'd better not disturb him, kid. Be careful not to get angry."

As the saying goes, one shouldn't have too smooth a life or be too well-fed; that's his current mindset.

If Gin insists on going out of character and investigating Conan, Kogoro Mouri, and the others, Haruya Kuromon might try to dissuade him. But since he's already acting, and acting so convincingly at that... I doubt he'd mind adding a little more difficulty!

"I heard that you and Mr. Kuromon are quite close, Conan. Don't you think he's a bit strange? He looks a bit fierce!" As he spoke, Kuromon Haruya deliberately imitated the expression of Asami Narumi during his confession in the music room back then, his eyes filled with sadness.

Tsk tsk, Gin's stimulation method is too straightforward. Kuromon Haruya is clearly a kind and approachable police officer!

With our unbreakable camaraderie, Shinichi, hurry up and zoom in on his face to question his acting skills. If anything goes wrong, I'll take the blame!

"what?"

As it turns out, building too much trust isn't always a good thing.

Disdainful of this gossipy guy, Conan gave him a disgruntled look: "Absolutely not! I think you just don't understand Kuromon-san. He must have his own reasons for solving cases like this!"

Taking one's anger out on someone? He looks fierce? Kuromon isn't that kind of person at all!

"It's not easy for Brother Heimen to go out every day to take on filming jobs, and he also has to bring you, the shop owner, an outsider, along. You're so tired that you can't get enough rest! But no matter what the situation is, he's always very, very gentle and considerate to people... Oh, wait, did you do something bad and get disliked, shop owner?"

As he spoke, the brat even tiptoed to Kogoro Mouri's feet to ask for confirmation: "Uncle! Kuromon-san must have used some amazing crime-solving techniques, right!"

Kogoro Mouri nodded seriously: "That's right! I remember it's a technique that uses staring and a sense of pressure to find a criminal's weaknesses. Many of my detective colleagues use it!"

"..." Kuromon Haruya raised his hand to cover the corner of his disguise, preventing it from loosening due to his exaggerated expression of vomiting blood.

Shinichi, Uncle Mori, thank you for protecting me. It would be even better if you were really protecting me personally.

At Er Kang's urging, Conan, still wearing his signature shorts despite the freezing winter weather, scurried over to Gin's side, beaming with pride, and said, "Kuromon-kun, this Sami manager is suspicious. Remember to be careful of him!"

As she spoke, she murmured and recounted all the anomalies and speculations she had recently observed.

"Conan, don't worry."

After hearing his explanation, Gin smiled and decided to give the team, who were so bored they were practically going to an exhibition to talk about their three-person cohabitation, some motivation: "He did this just because he was looking for an opportunity to confess to me, and after being rejected, he kept pestering me."