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

Chapter 214 Vodka's acting skills are amazing, outshining Gin!

"Hmm~"

Reluctantly peeking out of bed, Torakura Etsuko wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand and sighed to Hamura Shuichi beside her, "I feel like I slept exceptionally soundly this time..."

"Ahhhhh!!"

A sharp soprano voice pierced the early morning. After a blizzard, the clear blue sky reflected on the sea, making it a good time to photograph birds such as crows, black-headed gulls, and Steller's sea eagles.

Torakura Etsuko sat on the bed, clutching her head in despair: "What happened! How did I end up in your room? We're definitely going to be found out!"

She only remembered having a secret rendezvous with her lover in the living room last night. Before they could even exchange a few words, everything suddenly went black, and when she came to her senses, she was right next to Hamura's bed!

If they had forgotten to go back to their room after being intimate, she would have accepted it. But now, she didn't feel any of the relief and refreshment that comes after sex; she was caught before she even slept—it felt so unfair!

"Yuezi, don't panic." Hamura Shuichi pulled her into his arms to comfort her. "It's only seven in the morning. That guy is probably still sleeping. Let's get ready and pretend nothing happened."

"And no matter what happens, I will face it with you!"

After the couple had dressed themselves and, with the determination to go to their execution together, walked hand in hand into the living room, the other guests in the villa were already seated, like judges waiting to try criminals.

With a stiff expression, "Torakura Daisuke" sat in the main seat, his fingers interlaced, seemingly deep in thought. Editor Doi and student Tadokoro were on his left and right, respectively. The former was clearly restless, while the latter cast a worried glance, not daring to say a word.

Mr. Kuromon, the photographer, was idly cutting breakfast pancakes with a knife, only glancing up indifferently when they arrived; his assistant remained as indifferent as ever, gazing intently at the sea.

The tense atmosphere intensified amidst awkwardness and anxiety. Torakura Etsuko pulled Hamura along without taking a seat, staring intently at Torakura Daisuke, who had forced her into marriage, without uttering a word.

'Why isn't Vodka saying his lines yet? Did they change the script at the last minute?'

"Ma Shengshi" looked at the big guy at the head of the table who was gazing intently at the pattern on the plate, and glanced at the person next to him with a puzzled look.

"..."

Others might not know, but how could he, as the eldest brother, not know? Vodka, that idiot, is spacing out again!

After patiently playing along for so long, "Kuromon Haruya" suddenly twitched his forehead, raised his foot, and kicked the silly little leg under the table!

"Well!"

Ouch! Which bastard almost broke my leg?!

The pain drew everyone's attention. Vodka angrily raised his head and met the cold gaze of "Black Gate Night". A wail instantly rose in his heart, neither rising nor falling.

"hiss..."

He gasped, clenched his fists as if trying to suppress his rage in front of the guests, and gritted his teeth as he sneered:

"Ha! You two shameless bastards still have the nerve to show your faces in front of me! Cheating in public, you have no shame whatsoever!"

"Infidelity?" Upon hearing this, Yuezi, who had decided to take the plunge, was immediately overwhelmed by both old and new grudges:

"I don't think being with someone you've always deeply loved is cheating! To be honest, I've never loved you! If it weren't for you, if it weren't for..."

Eight years ago, her father's company faced bankruptcy due to mismanagement. Daisuke Torakura was a close friend of her father's, and she asked for help out of trust. However, this beast immediately threatened to add fuel to the fire if she didn't marry her friend's daughter, who had just graduated from university.

Japan has a lifetime employment system, meaning employees typically work for a company until retirement. In this context, a company's bankruptcy not only means bankruptcy for the individual but also affects a large number of families who lose their income! Therefore, she had no choice but to...

These experiences were all under investigation by the organization. Vodka sighed inwardly, but he could still clearly distinguish between work and personal feelings.

He coughed a few times, then picked up the glass beside him and smashed it.

"enough!"

Yuezi instinctively shrank back and retreated to Hamura's side, unable to imagine what methods he was going to use.

"A woman like you doesn't deserve to be with me anymore. Here's the divorce agreement. Sign it now, then get out of this villa and never come back!"

A half-signed agreement was pushed into view. Yuezi was stunned, somewhat incredulous: "...You're just letting us go like this?"

"Otherwise what?" Vodka frowned, then coughed a few times, clutching his chest. "You little hussy, do you really think you're something special?"

Little, little hooves?

For some reason, Yuezi felt that his words had the sharp and sarcastic tone of a toxic mother-in-law from a melodramatic TV series.

"I won't allow you to talk about Yuezi like that!"

At the critical moment, Hamura bravely stepped forward, shielding his lover behind him, and confessed with deep affection: "Etsuko is the best woman in the world, and you don't know how to cherish her! A tasteless guy like you probably only likes women who are as worthless as mud in the ground!"

Vodka: ?

What do you mean by saying that the woman you like is no good! No one can speak ill of Ms. Yoko!

"I have no taste? If I did have taste, wouldn't it be better not to get a divorce at all!"

"Pfft." The scene suddenly turned into a verbal battle. "Ma Shengshi" trembled with his left hand and almost spat out his tea. He tentatively looked to his side.

Although Gin had said he could let Vodka improvise, he suspected it wouldn't be like that...

Sure enough, "Kuromon Haruya" was gripping the camera tightly, his eyes radiating death rays.

Vodka, danger.

The seat scraped against the floor with a sharp, hissing sound.

Picking up a handkerchief to lightly wipe his lips, Gin Shuuya smiled amiably with narrowed eyes and softly excused himself, saying, "It seems that now is not a good time for an interview. Since Mr. Torakura has decided to refuse the cooperation, we will take our leave."

Having said that, he stopped looking at "Tiger Warehouse's" terrified eyes, turned around and left the seat.

Seeing this, Kuromon Haruya lowered his head and sighed, giving Vodka a gloating look before quickly catching up.

"It's over!" Vodka thought. "I'm doomed. I've let my brother down in such an important mission. I'll have to go back to Siberia to grow watermelons!"

Without supervision, Vodka had no choice but to grit his teeth and make do with the original script.

He pointed at Yuezi and her companion: "You two, get out of here after you sign! If you say another word, the company will shut you down, and I don't want to see you again!!"

"You." Hamura wanted to say something more, but because of Etsuko, he had no choice but to leave hand in hand.

He chased away two at a time, then pointed at student Tadokoro and threatened, "You get out too, you're fired!"

"But Mr. Torakura..."

"Who's your teacher? Say another word and don't blame me for being impolite! You're no longer here!"

Tadokoro: "...Alright then."

"Uh, then, Torakura-sensei, I also..." Doi tentatively asked, feeling extremely anxious.

"Get out of here too!"

"Alright!" With permission granted, Doi patted his behind, grabbed his luggage, and left.

He'd already cursed them, but to prevent them from leaving as planned, Vodka watched as the disguised man, armed with a gun, chased after them to the door, determined to see them off at all costs. He roared:

"No one is allowed to spread what happened today, or don't blame me for ruining your reputations! Do you hear me!"

His response was the exhaust fumes from four traveling cars.

Haruya Kuromon started the engine, casually trailing behind, and began to ponder the fleeting inspiration that had just crossed his mind: since Gin and Vodka's acting skills are both pretty good, why not transform the organization into a theater troupe in the future?