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

Chapter 134 The Ripper's Bloodline (Part 2)

When talking about his son, Martin Sindora's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand and slapped Thomas across the face!

Snapped!

A bright red handprint appeared on Thomas's pale cheek.

"You scoundrel, how will you inherit the company if you're so unreliable!" Martin's face turned red from the neck to the top of his head. He rubbed his wrist in disgust and turned back to explain, "Sorry for losing my temper."

In the instant he turned his gaze, Yoruichi Kuromon did not miss the hatred and murderous intent that flashed in Thomas's eyes.

Wow! What I thought was a case of domestic violence against children that required calling the police has suddenly evolved into a story of a loving father and filial son in a wealthy family.

Faced with such a grand occasion, he took a few steps back, extended his hand, and gestured for others to proceed.

Seeing this, Martin pulled his son aside and quickly gave him a few instructions: "Thomas, don't blame your father, I'm doing this for your own good. But you must remember, the reputation of the Sindora bloodline cannot be tarnished! I have some business to discuss later, so you go back to your room first, and have the bodyguards escort Ms. Julia back, understand?"

Thomas replied slurredly, "...I understand, Father."

“Very good, this is my successor.”

Watching his father lead the strange business partner towards the basement, Thomas Sindora repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists before finally turning away silently and walking towards his room.

He's still young and his father is still useful; he just needs to wait another three years...

Sensing the faint killing intent emanating from behind, Kuromon Haruya leaped down the steps in three quick strides, her movements as light and agile as Elvis Presley in the streets:

"Now you can tell me what your request is for inviting me back to the country with such a large sum of money, right? And who was that scumbag who provoked me just now?"

The fact that Kuromon Haruya was able to alarm him, causing him to leave Sharon, which was on the rise, and return to London, meant that this branch had made a serious mistake.

—Someone learned of Sharon Vineyard's importance from London and planned her kidnapping a week ago, but it was fortunately thwarted by lurking insiders.

Although the Hogwarts Film Company was primarily established to serve Sharon, it was, after all, a company that had made a name for itself. It also recruited some artists who were either invested in by other companies or whose talents had been overlooked. Sharon's background was not particularly outstanding among them.

A team of highly trained mercenaries infiltrated Hollywood to kidnap a little girl. If he can't see through this, he might as well just hand over the reins to Rum!

Yoya Kuromon admitted that it was rare for him to be in such high spirits; the last time was six years ago.

As the light from the incandescent bulbs continued to penetrate deeper, Martin stopped in front of the door at the deepest part of the basement:

“Lucius, I heard that when you first arrived in London, you operated as an ‘antique collector,’ demanding that the background of the items be as spooky and bizarre as possible. I wonder if that requirement still works?”

"Of course, my friend."

Yoruichi Kuromon straightened his mask, pressed his face against the tightly closed door, and silently sensed what was happening.

He brought up this topic; could it finally be...?

"That's good." Martin breathed a sigh of relief at this assurance. "Actually, I acquired a refurbished used camera nine months ago."

"According to the former director, this camera is an old item from the Victorian era. Due to the backward medical level at that time, the mortality rate from diseases was high and the average life expectancy was low. In order to commemorate their deceased relatives, people would choose to do simple makeup on the deceased and then take a photo with the deceased as a memento. I only found out later that this camera was created for this purpose."

Before the narration was finished, Martin pulled out several photographs and a death certificate from his pocket.

The bottommost photos are old black and white pictures, but by the top, the clothing of the people and the buildings in the background are clearly from recent years. This is because Yoya Kuromon was able to identify the brand of the clothes worn by the woman in the photo, a company that went public just two years ago.

Upon opening the report, this document also belonged to the woman in the last photo. Kuromon Haruya tacitly refrained from asking where the signature of the London police chief on it came from.

But without much scrutiny, every photo shows a similar anomaly.

He pointed to the blurred and distorted faces in each photo and said incisively, "If it were just an anomaly in the image display, you wouldn't have come to me specifically."

Martin's stern shoulders deflated instantly, drooping slumped down in dejection: "You're right."

"These people were all previous owners of the camera, and they all died tragically after taking photos with it, including the woman who sold me the camera. She went bankrupt because she was unable to run her company due to mental illness, and this was one of the items she was selling off."

Two weeks ago, she died in her apartment from cardiac arrest caused by intense emotional distress. When police found her, they found a blood-written note on her desk that read: "I have documented my death with that cursed camera. A year has passed, and now it is time for me to fulfill the prophecy."

"I had consulted many famous witches and mediums before this, but these money-grubbing idiots couldn't even stop the camera from returning to me!"

After a moment of contemplation, Kuromon Haruya calmly nodded: "I understand, so you need me to help you solve this little problem. Open the door and let me take a look."

"A-Are you sure?"

She rolled her eyes at him through the mask, then knocked on the door and reminded him, "Hurry up, time is money."

Seeing his stubbornness, Martin had no choice but to obediently take out the key and open the door.

This is a storage room filled with various vintage hotel furniture. A dozen or so tables and chairs missing arms and legs almost fill the space, their surfaces covered with a thin layer of dust. On the table less than three meters from the door, an old camera carved with skull and raven patterns is placed in front of it.

"This camera has been modified by several owners, and almost all of its internal parts have been replaced. It is fully capable of real-time imaging."

"That makes things much easier!" Lucius's voice was unusually cheerful.

Before he could react, Kuromon Haruya picked up the camera without saying a word, took a selfie with Martin, and said, "Come on, cheese."

Click!

The shutter is pressed, the camera freezes the moment, and the film is slowly squeezed out from the front cover.