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

Chapter 156 Men Silent, Women Weeping! The Shocking Secret Behind Vodka

At the end of the corridor, on a screen displaying the scan results, the removed equipment and clothing were covered with bright red labels indicating dangerous items.

"Wrapped in so much silk, that's really flashy." Vodka pulled at the tangled threads inside his cloak and tossed them into a storage jar by the wall. "This guy should just be renamed Silkworm."

After the disguise was removed, a tall, thin foreign man with dark skin and blond hair was revealed to the crowd.

He was wearing a pair of three-lens night vision goggles that emitted a faint red light, resembling the head of some kind of electric shaver. Structurally, they seemed capable of rotating at multiple angles to assist in locking onto targets—at least they could before his older brother kicked them aside.

Remembering his elder brother's instructions, he removed his assistive device, wrapped several layers of black cloth around his eyes, and then put an eye patch on top of that.

Asagi looked at the prisoner, whose body was covered in bruises and whose joints were dislocated, and remained silent with his eyes lowered.

Seeing his expression, Vodka instinctively attributed it to pity:

"Feeling like we went too far? This is a necessary measure to deal with the enemy. My elder brother once said that not knocking out the enemy's teeth of resistance is no different from slow suicide."

After all, not every member of the organization is bloodthirsty. Like Scotland back then and Kiel now, they usually choose to kill without causing pain when carrying out missions. Having been in the organization for so many years, he has seen Vienna react like this many times, and he just gets used to it and overcomes it.

"Thank you for your concern, but I'm already accepting it."

Asagi Narumi snapped out of her daze and shook her head at Vodka: "I thought that face looked familiar. Isn't he that world-class illusionist who's been touring Japan lately? He was on the midday news yesterday, I think his name is something like Feng..."

“Günter von Goldberg II,” Vodka smoothly continued, helping with the explanation: “Like Sister Vermouth, this guy is on the surface a renowned international illusionist. In secret, he is a top-notch professional assassin who uses wire to kill people, with the international code name Spider.”

As he spoke, he looked at Yoruichi Kuromon inside the straitjacket: "Restraining Butbel is also to prevent him from being influenced by illusions. After the examination and evaluation, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Big Sister, Big Brother..." Kuromon Haruya cast a very concerned look at him, signaling Vodka to say more.

Unfortunately, their understanding hadn't reached the point of unlocking telepathy yet, and Vodka turned back to Asagi Narumi with great interest to answer her questions.

"Speaking of which, that Shi Kaobing has been under the organization's surveillance for quite some time now..."

"Is the tea party over?" The question suddenly came from behind me.

Vodka's body stiffened, and he turned around to see Gin's cold gaze: "B-Big Brother!"

The corridor door opened, and at Gin's signal, a seven-person medical team in white coats stepped forward, took Kuromon Haruya's medical bed, and pushed it deeper into the corridor.

Gin, who had already made one round trip inside the base, snorted coldly: "Vodka, you set up Spider as planned. Vienna, you stay here to meet Guinness, and then we'll wait together outside the interrogation room."

Vodka/Vienna: "Okay."

In the silent corridor, apart from the occasional rhythmic sounds of instruments testing in some rooms, there was only the rolling of wheels and the sound of two footsteps.

With synchronized steps, this group of "medical personnel" even kept their breathing in unison, just like robots programmed to move in unison.

Kuromon Haruya had seen similar people when she last met the boss, and according to that person's introduction...

Are these people also 'waiters'?

Gin didn't answer. Instead, he took a black, plain access card from his trench coat pocket, stuck it on the wall at the end of the corridor, and led the team into the laboratory.

The physical examination process was largely the same as last time—weight measurement, sensitivity tests for eyes, ears, nose and throat, organ ultrasound, and for some reason, a scalp examination and body fluid analysis were added.

When it was time to conduct the blood circulation test, Kuromon Haruya finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Gin, wait a minute, let me explain!"

Gin, who was working on his laptop nearby, looked up and asked, "What is it?"

"I've been afraid of needles since I was a child, could you please use a thinner needle?"

Staring nervously at the needle in the waiter's hand, Yoruichi Kuromon's face visibly paled, and his breathing gradually became rapid, looking as if he was about to suffer stress shock at any moment.

Gin: You mean that the human subjects of the organization's nearly twenty years of experiments still suffer from fainting at the sight of needles?

Gin waved to the waiter who had stopped, then buried himself in his work: "Don't worry about it, just use this model to give him the injection."

To ensure the accuracy of test results, disassembling and assembling components of high-precision medical instruments is time-consuming and laborious; it's not as simple as changing a needle.

The waiter paused for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at the grimacing Kuromon Haruya inside the straitjacket—on one side was the current leader, and on the other was the successor who had been given authority. The boss hadn't explained how to deal with this situation!

After a brief malfunction, the waiter tentatively brought the needle closer...

Clang!

A series of sounds—a tray falling, glass shattering, and fabric tearing—came from beside the analyzer. Gin's finger, which was on the Enter key, paused, and he looked to his side with a bad feeling.

The once securely restrained Kuromon Haruya had slipped to the other side of the floor, with several restraints showing signs of being pulled and deformed. The medical cart and servants used to hold him were already overturned and were scrambling to their feet.

"Um... I just struggled instinctively without realizing it." Our culprit came to his senses, a guilty look appearing on his pale face.

At that moment, Gin really wanted to manually refresh it for him using Beretta.

However, this would contradict his objective: to obtain information about the changes in the blood composition of immortals attacked by the mystical side. Moreover, considering that he couldn't escape the man's hypnotic suggestions even after several self-refreshes, the mental effects on immortals wouldn't be reversed by the reset.

Feeling a long-lost sense of weariness, Gin pulled out a baton and, with a murderous aura, slowly walked towards the dark, writhing object on the ground: "Don't move. It will be over soon."

Judging from his murderous demeanor, it's not like some "object" that can no longer maintain its gentle mask: "Using a smaller needle wouldn't hurt, would it? Didn't I use one when I met the boss before..."

Huh? What was my medical check-up like when I met the boss? Did they change the needles? By the way, what does the boss look like again?

The image of him being surrounded by waiters in the laboratory on Christmas Eve resurfaced in my mind...

That gentleman's broad, mountain-like arms were so reliable, able to embrace every member. Hidden behind sunglasses, his deep eyes, never seen by anyone, always offered the most sincere encouragement, bridging the distance between people.

ta's code name

Just

Vodka is the organization's top mentor for new recruits!

Before Kuromon Haruya could recover from the shocking memories of this world-shaking event, a baton cut through the air and struck him precisely on the back of the head.

Haruya Kuromon: "Ugh!"

A dozen minutes later, Gin, frowning and deep in thought while holding dozens of test reports with strange data, heard a sigh of existential doubt coming from beside him:

"...So, Vodka's true identity is the boss?"