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

Chapter 172 Bravely Marching Towards Happiness! (Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!)

Pure white snowflakes drifted slowly down from the sky, and bustling crowds flowed by in the cold wind, just like the usual street scene after school, ordinary yet comfortable.

Watching Ayumi, Mitsuhiko, and Genta running away playfully in front of her, Ai Haibara wiped the snow that had fallen on her cheeks and had a fleeting feeling that she had been away from the organization for a long time.

However, in Japan, where organizations are ubiquitous, such an idea is more naive than a daydream.

"Edogawa, what do you mean by saying today that 'the location of that person's meeting has been investigated'?"

"That person?" Conan, who was walking and kicking a soccer ball in a fancy way next to him, was stunned for a moment before he realized who she was talking about. "Oh, you mean Butbell."

"I have already done my research online—I will be directing a memorial service for Akira Sakamaki at the Beika City Hotel in five days. This is the only memorial service that has been reported recently, and the location and the profession of the person in charge match up."

"Shhh."

Hearing him casually mention the code name in public, Ai Haibara subconsciously frowned, looked around nervously, and then whispered a warning: "The guys in the organization are extremely sensitive to the names of alcoholic beverages. Be careful not to mention it like that, or you'll get noticed."

Wouldn't a heavy drinker like Uncle Mori be under constant surveillance by the organization?

However, having finally managed to soften the former member's attitude, Conan was too lazy to refute him.

He put his hands behind his head and looked around absentmindedly: "Let me see if anyone around here has noticed."

It's rush hour, and the streets are mostly filled with weary, exhausted office workers looking utterly dejected. Forget about beer; Conan figured even if he walked right next to someone, they probably wouldn't even notice him.

The three children from the Junior Detective Club were inexplicably crouching behind a car, seemingly eavesdropping on something. The man in the driver's seat was talking to a female traffic police officer...

"Oh my, isn't that Mr. Kuromon?" Ai Haibara followed his gaze, a glint of light flashing in her calm eyes.

His usual casual bangs were completely combed back, and the slicked-back hairstyle, combined with his sculpted features, made him look more like a foreign man at first glance. The deep black business suit was understated and sophisticated, a stark contrast to his usual light-colored attire, which softened the gentleness in his eyes.

But his mature and composed demeanor at this moment, compared to his usual self, is refreshing!

"Hmph~" Conan gave a noncommittal hum, already used to his attire: "So this is Kuromon-kun's style today~"

"From what you're saying, is it related to his incredibly busy work schedule these past few days?"

"That's right, it seems that Brother Heimen recently landed a large commercial order related to fashion."

Catching the soccer ball off his forehead, Conan scoffed and said, "This is actually quite understated today. You wouldn't believe how flamboyant he looked like a fashion model a few days ago."

Seeing how smug Kuromon Haruya was, he impulsively made a few deductions, but the other party quickly covered his mouth and mysteriously proposed to abide by the business confidentiality agreement. He said something about "secrets making men more manly"... Uh oh!

As for Sonoko, that infatuated girl, ever since she bumped into Kuromon when he came home from get off work, she simply gave up all her after-school entertainment activities and spent every day happily waiting at Poirot Cafe.

It's one thing for her to be unreliable on her own, but she also has to drag Xiaolan into it, claiming it's to fill the aesthetic void left by their ordinary classmates.

What does this mean?

"Did you tell him about the memorial service in a few days?"

"Not yet." Conan shook his head. "Kuromon sometimes treats us like children. If I tell him in advance, he'll probably stop me. I plan to tell him when things are closer to the point."

Before Conan could even say hello, Ai Haibara grabbed his sleeve and dragged him to the group of eavesdroppers.

"...Mr. Kuromon, please be careful in the future! It's rare to see you dressed like this, are you going to some event?"

Yumi Miyamoto took the ticket, leaned against the car window, looked the car up and down, and chuckled.

"If those young girls who are obsessed with your gentlemanly side knew that we met as drinking buddies at a bar, they would be horrified!"

"Then I'll have to keep this a secret, Yumi~" Kuromon Haruya blinked her right eye and took a heat patch from the storage box. "Speaking of which, how are things going with your ex-boyfriend of ten years?"

"It hasn't even been ten years, and we've already broken up! And ever since I broke up with him, he's been saying things like he's only a few more to collect, and he's been dragging out the relationship!"

She gripped the cold car door tightly, slowly bending over and leaning weakly against the window: "He keeps saying he only has me in his heart, but when it comes to marriage, he keeps changing the subject. He's obviously just making excuses to drag it out..."

"Damn it, that was ten years of my prime! I'm 28 now, and everyone says it's nothing, but deep down they look down on single women approaching thirty!"

Heimon Haruya pushed open the car door to comfort her, but she forcefully pushed it back.

She patted her cheeks and forced a smile, saying, "Sorry, I'm still hungover from last night, and I got a little emotional. Oh well, that's the trouble of growing up~"

"Yumi..."

Her eyes were already slightly red, but seeing her stubborn expression, Kuromon Haruya didn't point it out in public. He sighed and softly comforted her, "Maybe it's not as bad as you think."

"You two have overcome so many difficulties and arguments together over the years, and your deep affection for each other is self-evident. I can feel his sincere love for you from your previous descriptions. Hearing that he is unwilling to disclose his family composition, it must be because he has encountered some trivial matters that have been delayed."

Since you care so much, why don't you take the initiative to talk to him and ask him directly?

"Really?" Miyamoto Yumi looked up abruptly, her eyes blazing with hope, and grabbed Kuromon Haruya's hand. "Shu, is he really being disturbed by life?"

Yes, that must be it.

We should have been mutually in love! But both of us were bound by many factors in life, unable to find freedom, unable to walk together towards happiness... I should have made a decision sooner.

With his hands tightly clenched, Kuromon Haruya blinked and nodded to the policewoman who was talking to herself: "Eh, um, that's probably the case."

Before she could finish speaking, Miyamoto Yumi patted her chest, completely perking up: "I'm relieved to hear you say that! Mr. Kuromon, would you like to come see us tonight as a witness to our happiness?"

"I'm sorry, Yumi, I have an important business event during dinner time. But I sincerely wish you happiness, please also convey this sentiment to your ex-boyfriend."

"Oh, I see." She sighed in disappointment, glanced at her watch, and then exclaimed in alarm, "Oh no! It's time for my shift to change!"

As she spoke, she jogged towards the police station, waving goodbye with a sweet smile on her face: "Miyamoto Yumi, now bravely march towards the happiness that belongs only to me!"