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

Chapter 171 I'm here to join this family?

Kyosuke Kazato, male, 36 years old. He was once known as the "youngest first-class surgeon" when he worked at Toto University Hospital, but that was all in the past.

Seven years ago, during a surgical accident, his wrist was maliciously slashed by a jealous colleague, rendering him unable to perform surgical work ever since. He was then transferred to the psychotherapy department, which is responsible for psychological treatment.

But that's all in the past. A gentleman takes revenge as a matter of course. A year ago, he joined the organization through a revenge hotline he stumbled upon on an online forum and successfully killed his enemy. Although he is no longer a star at the hospital, he continues to discover talented people among the patients who have suffered hardships and yearn for revenge, becoming a much-discussed "top talent mentor" at the grassroots level.

He walked down the corridor of the organization's base, standing out like a crane among chickens in his white coat, surrounded by security personnel in uniform suits. Passing staff never cast a glance his way, a clear indication of their aloofness and indifference.

After turning several corners, Kyosuke Kazato looked at the lady with waist-length brown hair who had been keeping a meter's distance from him and finally couldn't help but ask, "Um, can you explain the content of the assessment task now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman walking in front of him stopped, turned around to reveal a black eye patch covering her left eye, and replied in English, "We've arrived."

Although she looks like she's of mixed race, Kazato could tell from her poor Japanese-accented English that she probably hadn't been exposed to a real English-speaking environment and might even have some language barriers.

Seeing that Kazeto was still standing there without making a move, she tilted her head and thought for a moment before pushing open the door and entering the room next door.

This was a room clearly designed for interrogation, with a large one-way glass partition separating the center of the room. However, the sofas and lounge chairs on the other side of the room made Kazeto somewhat uncertain about his judgment.

Bang! Bang! The blindfolded woman tapped the table to get his attention back.

She pointed to herself: "Single Eye."

He then pointed to the sofa across the glass: "Butter Beer."

"You mean, I'll call you Miss One-Eyed?" Her spoken English was so jarring that it made Kazato, a high-achieving student accustomed to fluent English, feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

The blindfolded woman blinked and nodded mechanically.

"What is that Butterbeer?" This is clearly the name of a bar cocktail. Could it mean that this assessment comes from some codenamed master?

"Heart test (...H, heart test)"

"You mean a psychological evaluation? Lord Butber is going to give me a psychological evaluation?" He felt like he was communicating with a young patient, using gestures and guesswork.

“Yes…and no.” The blindfolded woman shook her head, making a “one” gesture with her hands, her index fingers pointing towards each other.

"Uh." An unbelievable guess popped into Kazato Kyosuke's mind, "I need to give Lord Butbell a psychological evaluation?"

The blindfolded woman, who had finally managed to convey the mission details after nodding vigorously a few times, visibly breathed a sigh of relief, pressed him onto the triage desk, and led the team away without a second thought.

"Wait a minute! Aren't you going to explain the details?"

Without giving him a chance to question, the door was slammed shut. The room's lighting gradually dimmed, leaving only the light on his notebook, pen, and microphone on the desk, instantly creating a tense atmosphere.

squeak-

The door opposite the one-way glass opened, and a tall, thin young man with a cool demeanor was respectfully led to a sofa by several men in black. A cart also entered, laden with steaming hot black tea and exquisitely tempting pastries, making one's mouth water.

But none of that was the point. The point was the face of the newcomer that made his eyes pop out – Holy crap, wasn't that the Black Gate consultant?

Kyosuke Kazato's hand trembled slightly as he held the pen, feeling as if he had returned to that inexplicable night.

I was inexplicably called to work overtime in the pediatrics department, inexplicably treated a naked, two-timing, bisexual high school detective, and then inexplicably received a threatening text message from my boss. After writing a 3,000-word confession, the other party did not reply for six hours. The next day, I received a message saying, "[A little tip, don't be nervous^_^]".

And now you're telling him that the person who attacked him from both sides with the cops was the same person? Isn't that just plain insane?!

...Oh right! If he's not mentally ill, there's no need to bring him here for examination.

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Kyosuke Kazeto, whose career was in jeopardy, cleared his throat, turned on the microphone, and introduced himself in as gentle a tone as possible: "Lord Butbel, from now on I will be in charge of your psychological assessment."

Hearing the voice filtered through the voice changer, Kuromon Haruya felt it sounded somewhat familiar: "Hmm."

The primary prerequisite for conducting a psychological assessment is establishing a good therapeutic relationship with the person being assessed, making them feel safe and respected.

At the same time, it is important to maintain a non-judgmental attitude during the communication process and to show empathy and understanding.

"Please choose a setting that suits you, and treat it as a casual chat. Let's start with the basics: Have you been experiencing any problems or discomfort lately?"

With his long legs crossed, Kuromon Haruya sat with his legs crossed, the recent, increasingly unsettling anomalies gradually surfacing before his eyes: "I've been having quite a few troubles lately..."

"Then let's talk about the most recent one, or the one that has the biggest impact on you."

Kuromon Haruya wrapped his trench coat tighter and organized his thoughts: Since Gin didn't emphasize the right to know when he put him in for the evaluation, he should be able to talk, right?

"In fact, ever since I was attacked by enemy members with illusion magic during the last mission, I've always felt that something is wrong with me. It's like I'm not myself anymore."

Illusion... Illusion attack? Kazato doubted his ears.

"Just recently, while I was out, I suddenly realized that I could understand what crows were saying. They are just like people, with their own territories, responsibilities, and even inter-bird relationships."

Kazato noted down [auditory hallucinations, delusions] and continued to guide the narrative: "Oh? Crows are indeed highly intelligent birds. Could you elaborate?"

Although somewhat puzzled, Kuromon Haruya still picked out a few of the gossip and local tidbits she had overheard during her meal: "...There were also comments like 'The leader is entertaining himself again' and 'Same as always, you'll get used to it.' At first, I thought it was a hallucination and ignored it, but then I realized it was real."

"Wow, that sounds like a very unique experience," came the exclamation from the speaker. "So, how did you feel at the time?"

What will it feel like after being under the influence of illusion magic? Will you be happy?

Kuromon Haruya raised an eyebrow and asked matter-of-factly, "Of course we need to be vigilant. If our inability to distinguish between illusion and reality affects our outward identity, then we'll be in trouble."

The first reaction to the illness is to care about the organization's work, rather than worrying about one's own mental state. The sense of responsibility is exceptionally strong... Is this the quality that one must possess to become a member of the code name?

Tearing off a page to use as draft paper and placing it under his notes, Kazeto wrote down an overview of the illness and a secret to promotion: "Okay, are there any other symptoms besides these?"

When the topic came up, the person across the glass changed his posture. He leaned against the left side of the sofa, his gaze shifting to the carpet at his feet. His sharp, alert eyes softened instantly, and he seemed to hesitate.

My intuition, honed over years as a psychologist, tells me that this topic is key to perfecting this assessment!

“Lord Butber, please provide the clues that you have doubts about so that we can make a more accurate assessment.”

"...I'm not sure if this is really related." Kuromon Haruya's attitude softened somewhat.

"We don't need to share everything at once; we can take it one step at a time. Where do you feel most comfortable starting?"

As he was about to utter the words, Kuromon Haruya felt his cheeks burn. He coughed lightly and, with his coldest, most ruthless expression, solemnly stated:

"...Due to the enemy's psychological suggestion, some unnecessary emotions have recently arisen in my mind. This has also affected my performance in auxiliary missions."

"what?"

The pen pressed down hard and accidentally tore the paper. Kyosuke Kazato quickly added, "I mean, could you be more specific?"

"Here's what happened. A female senior in the organization is someone I've admired since childhood. I'm quite certain that I admire and like her, but it doesn't involve romantic love. It's just that her appearance, aesthetic sense, thoughts, personality, and every word and action are very attractive to me."

So, he's fallen in love? Kyosuke Kazato put down his pen, gazing at him with the knowing look of someone who's been through it all:

He has mediated at least 80 or 100 family and romantic relationship issues in the organization. How could he not understand the problem?

Speaking of which, this Black Gate consultant isn't even 30 yet, right? I never imagined I'd be giving relationship advice to a young codename member in the organization.

However, Kuromon Haruya's statement was not yet finished. The transformation from being basking in a warm breeze to being utterly shocked and devastated could be conveyed in just a few words on his face:

"I also have a boss. He is a ruthless, cold-blooded, and highly efficient person who often makes things easier for me or provides assistance in areas where I need help. The mission that was attacked was carried out by the two of us together."

However! Just recently, while accompanying him on a mission, I happened to witness him flirting with a female senior colleague, and even arranging to mix drinks together!

This child is so pitiful! No one can bear having their beloved "white moonlight" taken away right in front of them.

Gossiping can subtly bring people closer together, and Kyosuke Kazato's current state perfectly illustrates this. In his mind, the person sitting on the sofa opposite him is no longer a high-ranking member of an organization, but a young man lost on the path of love.

"Did you learn of this before or after the attack?"

"This was before the illusion attack."

Haruya Kuromon felt an overwhelming sense of turmoil and could not express it all:

"Besides that, what makes me even more convinced that I am being influenced by illusion is: But for some reason, ever since then, I have been unable to stop paying attention to this boss's behavior and emotions!"

I admit, his decisive work style and pursuit of artistry in tasks are admirable, his hair and eye color are also pleasing, and aside from his murderous aura, his physical features are outstanding…”

“But he’s a man, and he pointed a gun at me! I’m pretty sure I don’t love him!”

Wow!

Kazeto, who was still feeling sorry for him, immediately sat up straight. He realized that the person he was talking to was not a heartbroken man, but a greedy warrior!

Tsk tsk, listen to this stubborn remark! What do you mean by appreciating everything about it and finding it aesthetically pleasing, but not loving it!

With the intention of offering him guidance, Kyosuke Kazato tentatively asked, "Is it possible that you've fallen in love with them?"

"Impossible." Kuromon Haruya denied it decisively.

"So, do you object to or deny their romantic relationship?"

"I'm not exactly resistant. But I found out about this relationship too suddenly, and I don't know how to deal with it yet. Objectively speaking, they are a good match, even rare to find someone who is a good match for the other, but that doesn't mean I accept it."

"Have you considered the possibility of loving someone without realizing it?"

What utter nonsense is this! Kuromon Haruya found these words utterly absurd, completely contrary to the Heavenly Order!

His tone was resolute, vehemently denying it: "I have no reason to fall in love with them, let alone two people! They've already confirmed their relationship!"

Kyosuke Kazato smiled and shook his head, patiently explaining to him, "Love doesn't need a reason. You can join them!"

"Join them?" The young man on the sofa slowly sat up, thoughtfully stroking his chin.

"Yes," the voice from the loudspeaker said confidently. "Who says love can only hold two people, and not three, four, or even more!"

Do I really like Gin and Vermouth? Do I want to join this family...?

"So please don't worry. Falling in love is a natural human emotion. The famous Italian poet Dante once said: 'Love moves the sun and the stars.' How you decide to act afterward is another matter, but love is genuine and will not lie."

"At least in this respect, it's not a problem with illusion. Are there any other unusual occurrences you're experiencing?"

"temporarily unavailable."

After a moment of silence, Kuromon Haruya finished his tea and stood up. The unease on his face had lessened. "...I will reconsider this possibility. Thank you, doctor, for clearing my mind. Let's end today's evaluation here."

"Okay, please contact the organization promptly if you need anything."

...

Late that night, after a busy day at work, Gin took Vodka back to the safe house for a short rest.

Before he could even take off his top hat, Vodka came running excitedly with a stack of documents in his arms, announcing, "Brother! Butber's psychological evaluation report is out!"

"Read it aloud."

Gin, his voice low and menacing, gave orders to his underlings. He then leaned back on the sofa as usual, took his beloved Beretta from his waist, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and expertly maintained the various parts of the old gun.

"okay!"

Vodka glanced at the summary on the first page and concluded that it wasn't serious: "Based on a preliminary psychological assessment, Butbel may still have some lingering effects from the attack, but overall it's not serious. The main symptoms are auditory and visual hallucinations and delusions."

As he read through the records, Vodka quipped with interest, "This kid's not bad. His first reaction to getting into trouble is the mission and the organization—that's got your style, big brother! Then there are his emotional needs, which aren't a problem. Judging from the conversation, he might... uh!"

Turning to the second page, the vodka suddenly emitted a sound like a goose being choked.

Gin glanced sideways at his increasingly pale expression—his lips trembled slightly, his eyebrows behind his sunglasses furrowed irregularly, and his thumb unconsciously pressed several creases into the report due to tension—indicating that something was wrong!

Gin carefully put it down, sensing that the subsequent observations might have a significant impact on his plans: "Vodka, continue."

"Um, brother..."

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"Ok!"

Looking at the few lines on the report, Vodka gritted his teeth and focused on the next line: Anyway, this is what Butber and that doctor said, so even if my brother is angry, he won't take it out on his loyal little brother!

"Regarding her emotions, after counseling by a psychologist, Butber has become certain that her love for her older brother and sister is genuine and has decided to face her feelings squarely!"

Click.

Gin cocked his pistol, donned his trench coat, and his green eyes gleamed with a suffocatingly heavy killing intent, flashing with a bloodthirsty light: "Take that quack doctor to the base's interrogation room. I want to interrogate him myself."