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

Chapter 310 The Gray Adult Chapter Title

"I see. The reason for your admiration is that you were captivated by Sonoko's enthusiastic support for her best friend during the competition, which kept you awake all night. Upon learning that Sonoko's name was on the reservation list for your family's branch inn, you immediately bought a ticket and rushed to Izumo..."

With a meticulous expression, Kuromon Haruya put away the small notebook that seemed to record the journey but was actually filled with crow cartoon drawings, and then woke Sonoko, whose face was as red as a tomato: "I'd say he barely passes, Sonoko-san—"

"Yes!"

Sonoko Suzuki snapped to attention and saluted.

He then quickly walked to Ran's side, resting his chin on her shoulder so that Kyogoku Makoto wouldn't see his smug grin: "Hehehe~ It seems my Sonoko-sama is quite charming after all!"

Conan, who was suddenly pushed aside, was left bewildered, clutching his little yellow duck lifebuoy.

Something's not right. Mr. Kyogoku's testimony is indeed reasonable, but according to common sense, how could anyone take their eyes off Ran after seeing her dashing figure?

There must be some clues I haven't discovered yet...

After walking along the forest path on their way back, the group, dressed in beachwear, returned to the hotel lobby and bid farewell to Makoto Kyogoku.

Kogoro Mouri watched Ran and Sonoko return to their room, then Conan, who had stepped into the men's suite with one foot raised, said, "You brat, take your clothes and go change in the dressing room next to the bathroom. Kuromon and I have some things to discuss."

"Hey—" Conan protested, drawing out the last syllable, "Uncle, I won't reveal anything, just let me hear it!"

"Kids should stay out of their own time! This is an adult topic; don't listen to things you shouldn't be hearing."

Conan's dead fish eyes: Seriously, you're the most unreliable one, Uncle!

"...It's more like an adult topic, a topic for adults."

They even abandoned the child to change clothes; that's so irresponsible. What if they really encountered human traffickers? Xiaolan knew all this.

Unfortunately, Xiaolan and the others are probably changing clothes, so it's not convenient for them to go to the next room...

Conan suddenly coughed, his face flushed, and rushed to his suitcase, excitedly saying, "Great! I'll grab my clothes and head out now!"

"..."

Kuromon Haruya covered his eyes, unwilling to witness the unfortunate child's fate.

Bang!

"it hurts!"

Conan covered the large red envelope on his head and plopped down on the ground.

"Stay put and behave yourself!" Kogoro Mori was furious, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly before he walked away alone.

'What's Uncle Mori up to now? Is he alright? What did I do to deserve this?'

Seeing that he was truly bewildered, Kuromon Haruya gave him a piece of advice, sounding exasperated:

"Shinichi, the way you glanced at the next room with that lewd smile... was way too obvious."

Especially in front of two adults who knew he was going through puberty, his little secret desire to change clothes in the women's suite was impossible to hide.

"Huh?" Conan chuckled sheepishly, touching his face. "Is it that obvious?"

Kuromon Haruya nodded sadly, helped pick out his clothes, and sent the child to the door: "Mr. Mori has been in a bad mood lately, so please don't take any risks."

Before he turned to leave, a hard object the size of a button, or more accurately, a listening device, was placed in his palm.

Under scrutiny, Conan clasped his hands together, widened his big, watery eyes, tilted his head, and pouted his lips, trying to act cute.

Conan: OwO

Please, Brother Heimen! It was wrong of me to have lustful thoughts, but one thing is one thing, solving the case is also very important to me!

"..." Should we admire Shinichi Kudo's bravery, or was he courting death?

Reluctantly accepting the bugging device, Kuromon Haruya instructed, "Alright, but you'd better stay nearby."

"Mmm~ Don't worry, Kuromon Giegie!"

"I'm going to vomit."

Closing the suite door, Yoruichi Kurodo held the bugging device between his fingers: "Mr. Mori, would you like to discuss today's case with me?"

"Ah, not entirely."

Snapping out of his reverie while gazing into the distance, Kogoro Mouri stubbed out the cigarette he had just lit, his expression unusually serious.

"Heimen, it's been a few days now, so I'll bring up some things to talk to you about."

Heimen Yaoye responded softly, indicating that he was all ears.

"I've noticed you've been taking fewer photos lately. Honestly, is the incident with the arsonist photographer still affecting you?"

“No.” Kuromon Haruya shook his head. “You don’t need to worry about that. Although I was shocked at the time, I recovered quickly afterward.”

"Okay, I believe you. Now, let's talk about the case."

"—During this vacation, I need you to absolutely not interfere with any investigation related to the murder of the woman with brown hair."

"...Why? I want to know the reason for doing this."

Kogoro Mouri tightened his tie, his eyes sharp and piercing, and stated his reason bluntly: "Because you are a suspect in this case, and one of Masato Hanazawa's relatives and friends."

“I don’t believe a real person would do these things. I swear on my own integrity that he is not a criminal.”

"Of course I knew you would say these things. It's good to trust your friends, but sometimes trust can blind the judge."

Leaning against a large tree in the yard, Kogoro Mouri crossed his arms: "I've also spent time with Masato Hanzawa. He's definitely a caring and kind kid, but!" He emphasized, "I've been a detective for a while, and the occasional flashes of murderous intent he's shown definitely indicate that he's considered killing someone..."

"I cannot accept this statement!!"

An unexpected outburst of anger even startled Yoru Kuromon, who was taken aback by his own volume.

His breath hitched, he gripped his collar, shifted his gaze to the plant in the corner, and retorted softly:

"It's nothing that I've only had murderous intent. When I'm having troubles, I also have thoughts like 'that guy should just die'... or even more!"

The fact that he intended to kill cannot be used as evidence that he is being suspected.

Faced with his stubborn gaze, Kogoro Mouri felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples: "Let me finish speaking first."

“I might be able to turn a blind eye, but others who realize this might not. Fanze Zhenren’s reputation among his peers in the town isn’t good, and this is one of the reasons.”

Officer Nida was already hesitant because I knew Hanzawa, and with your obvious bias, he might cancel his commission on me and instead question you.

To put it bluntly, your status as an honorary advisor is merely a facade that the Japanese police had to provide in order to cover up their dereliction of duty and cooperate with the huge public outcry; it's a deal to keep you quiet.

You've been in the spotlight one after another, and each one has been quite significant, to the point that someone from above warned you some time ago... On this point, I have to admit that the Japanese police bureaucracy is far less clean than the public thinks.

If this is reported again, they might use charges like 'abuse of power' to easily dismiss you, ban you from participating in any investigations, and even more.

After saying a long, earnest sentence, Kogoro Mouri took a deep breath: "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Presenting the grayness of the adult world to young people undoubtedly makes the already dejected middle-aged man even more exhausted. His worries are embedded in his forehead wrinkles, like bullet marks on a target.

How a once brilliant and top-notch detective fell to such a state remains a mystery. But judging from his profound disappointment and exhaustion, perhaps this so-called "not-so-clean" situation is not just based on eyewitness accounts or hearsay.

As soon as the uncle pulled out a cigarette case from his wrinkled pocket, Kuromon Haruya flicked his wrist, produced a cigarette, and put it between his teeth.

The filter and the thickness of the cigarette were not to his liking. Kuromon Haruya frowned slightly, took a bite of the cigarette butt, and winked at Uncle Mori.

Kogoro Mouri didn't quite understand what he meant.

"Can I borrow a light? I'll just smoke this one and then go to the bathroom to air out the smoke." She winked playfully with her left eye. "It's a secret, don't tell Conan or the others, I don't want to ruin my image."

Click.

A fire broke out, and Yoruichi Kuromon, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked into the bathroom. Kogoro Mouri, cigarette still dangling from his mouth, stared at him for a long while before finally chuckling and muttering, "Hey, this kid!"

...

The other side of the contact badge.

"That's the situation. Without my intervention, it seems Guinness will have no choice but to escape on his own."

"It looks good." Fanze Zhenren picked his ear with his little finger, taking the opportunity to adjust the miniature headset in his ear.

"Indeed," Asagi agreed with a smile.

“Cover your brooch if you’re talking badly, or I can hear you,” came Kuromon Haruya’s light protest through the earpiece.

Being suspected by the police is no small matter; organized operations always prioritize leaving no trace. Although Fan Ze returned home under the guise of a vacation, if he were caught by the police and left any investigative evidence, he would still be dealt with.

Therefore, during the process of facing charges and being transferred together, the three had already re-established their communication network through tactical hand signals and communication badges.

Kuromon Haruya was responsible for getting closer to Mori to obtain information and testing Kyogoku Makoto, while the other two gathered information from their own families and villagers.

Taking advantage of escorting the two back to their house, Kuromon Haruya leaned against the full-length mirror in the bathroom, unbuttoned his sleeves, pulled up the fabric at the forearm, and clicked his tongue softly:

"Tsk."

The purplish-blue bruise on the outside of the forearm had solidified, and the subcutaneous hematoma caused the wound to bulge slightly, making it look particularly gruesome in contrast to the surrounding normal skin. Tentative pressure revealed a sharp, tight pain, indicating a severe bruise.

With the effect of taking one pill of drug A, you should be fully recovered tonight.

Kuromon Haruya fastened his buttons again and solemnly instructed, "Stick to the original plan. Do not easily reveal your combat skills. Especially that Kyogoku Makoto. He has no ill intentions, but he is not someone you can handle."

"Not even the shop owner?" Fan Ze asked curiously. "About how strong is he?"

Even among equally matched individuals, there is a difference between a professional assassin and an ordinary person. Hanzawa Makoto had only glimpsed Kyogoku Makoto from afar; he was indeed a tall and sturdy figure, but that was all.

"Of course, someone at Narumi's level wouldn't be good enough."

When teased, Asahi instinctively raised an eyebrow in protest, but the next sentence cut him off:

"Because even with my, or even Gin's, physical skills, we might not be able to defeat him. You guys would just be easy prey."