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

Chapter 123 Continuing the family line and upholding ancestral laws cannot be changed! *Croak!*

After regaining consciousness in the basement, Kuromon Haruya casually picked out an outfit from Karasuma Jin's wardrobe. After confirming that no one had survived, he picked up his cane and headed down the mountain.

Nigredo, the eerie door, the ritual circle... everything vanished without a trace, leaving only the memories of the Four-Rhombus and the Karasuma Formation floating there, gradually being absorbed.

The good news is that Haruya Kuromon vaguely knows that he no longer needs to worry about the threat from Nigredo, and the effects of the Elixir of Immortality have not disappeared;

The bad news is that, for some reason, personal information from his past life, such as his appearance and name, is no longer recognizable or understandable, just like the original body.

but……

"Since we're already here, let's just consider it a fulfillment of a dying wish from our past life!"

Heimon Haruya walked at the forefront of the procession, talking to himself. The rugged and winding mountain path seemed to be flat on his feet. Rum tried to replicate the path and was surprised to find that every step was perfectly positioned in the most stable and effortless place.

Drawing his staff-sword, Kuromon Haruya cleared away the tangled vines growing in front of the path, revealing a clear view before him.

The somber villa stands silently on the steep cliff edge, proud and aloof. On moonless nights, the dense forest extends as a protective wall for the ancient castle.

The building that Rum was once so familiar with now, though only a hundred meters away, felt strangely unfamiliar, sending a chill down his spine.

Kuromon Haruya stood at the edge of the woods and pointed to the crack in front of the mansion: "The wooden bridge leading to the villa has been destroyed. I have temporarily connected it with a rope bridge. You should be able to proceed after you reinforce it a bit."

Looking at the pitch-black villa, Rum asked the question he had been pondering for a long time: "Since I have to trouble you, Lord Black Gate, to personally lead the way, I will certainly punish and discipline all the servants when I return to the manor. Please forgive this dereliction of duty."

"Just call me boss."

After reorganizing the ranks, Kuromon Haruya continued navigating, then dropped another bombshell: "Rum, I should indeed hold you accountable. But everyone in the mansion is dead, so cleaning up the mess is the priority."

More than four hundred people died overnight!

Upon hearing this news, Pisco's feet gave way, and he knelt directly before Kuromon Haruya.

Kuromon Haruya deftly caught his arms and said in a serious tone, "The old ways are over. Kneeling on one knee is enough. There's no need for such a grand gesture."

He didn't intend to kneel!

Pisco's lips moved slightly as he looked at that youthful and gentle face, unable to muster either anger or respect.

Kuromon Haruya gazed at the scheming face, smiled, and began to recount a rambling account:

"The story goes like this: the other six tampered with the ceremony, and all the servants in the mansion were turned against us. However, I was brave and valiant, and after a battle, I successfully annihilated their forces on the spot. But when I finished cleaning up the backyard and went to the main hall... well, wait a minute."

Under the tense gazes of Rum and Pisco, Kuromon Haruya simply dropped the pretense, pulled a piece of paper from his dress pocket, and began to read it aloud without any emotion:

"Upon arriving at the hall, I was astonished to find all the guests killing each other for unknown reasons, and the scene was in complete chaos. The only thing I found at the scene was a piece of paper with the poem written on it."

Two travelers gazed up at the night sky.

Demons descend upon the castle, the king flees with his treasure.

The princess filled the Holy Grail with tears, begging for forgiveness.

The soldiers stained the swords with their own blood...

Putting the paper away, Kuromon Haruya put his hands in his pockets and nodded to the two of them with shining eyes: "By the way, I was made younger by a demon, that's all."

Throughout the entire account, he failed to produce any concrete evidence to prove that he was Karasuma Renya. His attitude was perfunctory and incredibly arrogant, practically screaming "I have a problem, I'm impersonating someone!"

Pisco turned his head to look at Rum, and sure enough, the latter's lips were tightly pressed together, and his eyes were filled with a strong killing intent, which was a sign that he was about to get angry!

Who found such a terrible stunt double? Kill him and replace him. Masuyama Kenzo will pretend he didn't see anything.

Under the watchful eyes of two expectant parents, Rum made a move.

Zheng——

Rum swiftly drew two knives from his waist with a decisive movement, and seeing him move, Pisco also raised his gun and aimed.

Just as Pisco was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly heard a remorseful and sorrowful confession beside him:

"I never expected such a huge blunder. I, Kuroda Ran, have no face to continue holding the position of butler. Boss, please take back my responsibilities and punish me severely!"

Pisco: ?

Pisco: No, aren't we supposed to work together?

Turning around, I saw Rum kneeling before Kuromon Haruya, holding a katana and a wakizashi in his hands and displaying the raven emblem on the hilt.

"It's alright, this is something you couldn't have predicted."

Pisco's voice trembled with laughter. He glanced over and met those bright green eyes—damn it, this was a blatant test, how come he didn't see it!

Kuromon Haruya first covered his mouth, carefully savoring Pisco's expression that looked like he'd eaten shit, but finally couldn't hold back any longer. He clutched his stomach, laughing as he gave the order:

"Pfft, hahaha, you two are still so easily scared... Let's go, time is of the essence. Let's clean up my blood-soaked villa first. After that, the organization has a lot of things to arrange!"

That expression makes it seem like he's about to be devoured alive!

Kuromon Haruya certainly wouldn't hold his defiance against him. After all, it was he who deliberately revealed something suspicious. The fact that he could react showed that Pisco had brains and ambition, but not many. Such a person could be used if he was given a little nudge.

He wouldn't do something as crazy as fishing in his own aquarium, only to have the fish blame him for eating the bait his owner gave him—at most, he'd slap the fish a few times to teach it a lesson before putting it back in the aquarium and fishing again next time.

"To maintain secrecy, from now on, my public identity will be the illegitimate son of the former family head, the young master of the Twilight Villa, Heimen Yaoye! This secret is very important, you absolutely cannot reveal the truth!"

After saying that, he stretched out his arm, bent his finger, and flicked Pisco's forehead with a sharp, painful tap.

"hiss!"

With his left hand reluctantly bracing against the mop, Pisco strained back and forth, while his right hand covered his forehead as he shoved the pink mop into the metal bucket to wash it.

He looked up and saw that all the organization members he had brought were dressed in the servants' uniforms provided by the mansion, diligently cleaning up the remaining bloodstains. Bloodstains and bullet holes could be found in almost every room, but after thoroughly searching the mansion, they only found eighteen bodies; the remaining three hundred people seemed to have vanished into thin air.

The sheer size of the power behind this situation, which could be created overnight, was beyond his comprehension. Now that he had been spared, all he could do was not ask too many questions or think too much, and simply get on board the big ship.

Kuroda Ran, now dressed in her custom-made swallowtail butler's uniform, was chasing after the disheveled boss, loudly advising, "Boss, this villa was originally the ancestral home of the Karasuma family; it can't be sold—"

Halfway through changing his clothes, Kuromon Haruya was stopped by his subordinate's boisterous and stern admonition and had no choice but to flee. While buttoning his clothes, he turned around and explained:

"Japan's political and economic circles have suffered heavy casualties. If they don't transfer assets and flee with their entire fortune, are they just waiting to be attacked by others and have their family line cut off?"

The keyword "family lineage" made Rum hesitate and stop in his tracks.

In pursuit of procreation, Lord Karasuma, now a hundred years old, had a few ambiguous relationships in his youth, but in the years to come, he had no children, not even a taste of meat. He almost thought that the Karasuma family line would end in his hands!

Now that Lord Karasuma has achieved his goal, does this mean he can look forward to taking care of his young master in the future?

Years later, when Rum, now in his seventies, recalled this incident, he would only clench his pen and sneer at the mountain of business contracts on his desk:

Immortals can't reproduce, so where would the little master come from? Gin and Vermouth, those two troublesome brats!