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

Chapter 208 Dracula's Villa: Attack

"I'll take care of the left side, you take care of the right side, and as for Mr. Doi... I'll leave it to you to guard the entrance to the secret passage."

With his usual light laugh, Kuromon Haruya drew a dagger from his waist and placed it in Doi's hand:

"This is a secret between us. The organization knows your home address and where you work. So you won't take this opportunity to run away, right?"

Editor Doi nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

With the mission in mind, and seeing that he no longer showed any unusual behavior, Asahi decided to discuss the matter privately after the mission was completed: "Be careful in your actions."

Turning left and right as they ventured deeper into the basement, Hei Men Yao Ye strode past the next corner and immediately leaned back against the bookshelf with a sigh of relief.

His arms trembled slightly as he raised his hand, a thin trail of blood flowing from the finger marks carved into his palm, soaking his sleeve.

Kuromon Haruya clutched her heaving chest, catching her breath as she let out a self-deprecating laugh: "Phew~ I was so scared I almost felt like I was 26 again, both physically and mentally. I guess I'm getting younger as I get older!"

Forty years have passed, and the stress response caused by the bear has not improved at all. If this is defined as psychological trauma, then its stable effect has lasted far too long.

At first, he only regarded it as a psychological trauma, but after studying psychotherapy on his own and even using radical and extreme desensitization therapy without any effect, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Heimen Yaoye initially suspected it was Nigredo's doing, but now that the demon has been absorbed, and fear and hallucinations still haunt him, he has to consider other factors.

"If this is a solidification of the mental level, then when I died in the jaws of a bear in my previous life and transmigrated into Karasuma Renya's body, he had already drunk the elixir of immortality and rejuvenated... Judging from the sequence of events, there shouldn't be such a side effect, right?"

Various speculations swirled in his mind. Kuromon Haruya habitually reached out to touch the bookshelf beside him, only to feel his palm slip.

Several bloodstained books slipped off the bookshelf, revealing their odd or old covers. Most of them were cheaply made and looked no different from the handmade books sold at charity stalls.

Only one of the old books with a leather cover is different.

"...Vampire Codex?"

......

Lifting the large piece of papyrus covering the cave entrance, Asahi half-squatted on guard, scouting as he went. He followed Torakura's possible movements and finally found a clue: a bottle of red wine that had been accidentally knocked over and leaked, and the footprints that followed.

The shoe prints formed by the wine and dust stuck together on the floor eventually disappeared before the hole, pointing directly to the target.

He opened the communicator, gun in hand, and crouched down to get inside: "Mr. Black Gate, I've found the target's trail, and we're closing in."

"...Okay, I'll leave that to you."

The opening was behind an old cabinet, and if it weren't for the footprints left by Torakura in his haste, Asagi Masami felt he would have most likely missed it.

He crouched down, pulled down the single-sided night vision goggles above his head, and carefully made his way through the cabinet.

Opposite the cave entrance were still a pile of debris, several suits of armor, and sculptures. Hu Cang's footprints continued forward, disappearing around the bend ahead, seemingly already far away.

"I followed the footprints through a hole, but didn't see Hucang's trail for the time being." "Whoosh!"

A sharp blade whistled through the air, and Asahi rolled away to dodge the attack, turning to look at the attacker.

Daisuke Torakura was still wearing his vampire-themed suit, panting heavily, veins bulging on his face, looking so grotesque that one might suspect he was about to ascend to immortality. He gripped a small knife tightly and charged forward with a roar before Asano Minori could even speak!

"what!!"

Asagi stood still; such an amateur could not possibly harm him. Just past the blade, he swiftly twisted his body and delivered a horizontal kick aimed at Torakura's lower back.

"Mmm!"

The humanoid figure flew away, followed by a painful groan, twitched a few times, and then remained motionless.

Asami walked step by step to his side, flipping the page as she reported, "Target successfully subdued... Hmm?"

"What's the situation?"

Asagi frowned. The skin under his fingertips was still warm, but he couldn't feel a pulse: "The target's pulse has disappeared. Considering the history of taking alcohol and sleeping pills, it should be a sudden cardiac arrest. I must start first aid according to procedure."

Action missions don't require so much attention, but intelligence missions, which are based on meticulousness, are different. Asahi recalled the densely packed rules and felt that Gin's heavy extra training was already on his shoulders.

He turned Hucang over, untied his complicated clothing, and began performing chest compressions.

"1, 2, 3, 4..."

The gradually cooling body rose and fell with each compression, gasps escaping from its throat. Asagi Shigeaki performed compressions at a depth of 6 centimeters and a rate of 120 compressions per minute, checking the heartbeat after each round, and repeating this cycle...

Beside him, Torakura's fingertips, hanging limply to the ground, trembled slightly, again and again, the tremors growing stronger. A dark color gradually seeped from beneath the rough, worn fingertips; the bruises, like ink dripping into a pond, instantly stained his entire palm.

The scales rapidly sprouted into sharp, curved blades, and the tiger lay lifeless on the ground, silently raising its claws...

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With just a little force, the sharp, curved claws easily pierced through the night clothes that offered some protection, tearing through flesh and blood, and embedding themselves deeply in Ma Sheng's strong shoulder blades, causing half of his body to go limp.

Another right claw came flying, and Asagi Narumi forced himself to lean back in pain. The strong wind brushed past the night vision goggles connected to his headset, plunging his vision into darkness for a moment.

Bang!Bang bang!

He fired three shots at the last spot where Hucang appeared in his memory, then quickly retreated to the edge of the cave he had just entered, leaning against the cover, his face ashen.

"What was that just now? How did Torakura Daisuke suddenly turn into a monster?"

As a professional physician, Asagi was absolutely certain that Toracura Daisuke's heartbeat had indeed stopped and he was in critical condition, so there was no possibility that he was faking his death to launch a sneak attack... But how could he explain the situation where Toracura Daisuke suddenly attacked and even gained the upper hand?

The wound on his shoulder was bleeding profusely, and a sizable pool of blood had already formed at his feet. He suspected that the attack had damaged an artery, but there was clearly no time for emergency treatment now.

Despite the soreness and weakness caused by blood loss, Asagi held his gun at attention.

The knocked-out headset was still flashing red on the ground a few meters away.

Unable to contact Mr. Black Gate in time, fortunately the space here is narrow, and it is only a matter of time before he arrives after hearing the gunshots. Now all we need to do is stay conscious and wait for support.

Exhaling a heavy breath, Asagi Minoru held the gun, facing the ever-expanding darkness... and fear.