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

Chapter 204 Dracula's Villa: Rules

"Hello, I am Haruka Kuromon."

Without much introduction, Kuromon Haruya clasped his right hand and politely looked up at the young man.

Haruya Kuromon: ^_^

Hamura Shuichi: ^_^

The two, smiling with their eyes narrowed, exchanged glances that subtly sparked a fierce flame!

After a tense standoff, the two reluctantly let go of each other's hands, their seemingly joyful encounter with kindred spirits masking a tense atmosphere.

Kuromon/Hamura: 'I've seen the look in their eyes, they're not someone I click with!'

Just as a play doesn't need two identical characters to appear at the same time, a murder case doesn't need two suspects with the same background.

Both being tall, bespectacled, and gentle men with squinty eyes, Haruya Kuromon immediately realized an unpleasant fact: the two of them had the same backstory!

When two people wear the same outfit, the one who looks worse is the one who feels embarrassed, and that's still the case now.

The other person was clearly more mature and taller in appearance, and had a more composed demeanor. In comparison, Kuromon Haruya looked more like a college student... but also more handsome.

Haruya Kuromon slightly lowered her chin to avoid looking up at Shuichi, and changed the subject to Tadokoro:

"I wonder if Mr. Torakura is available for an interview right now?"

Tadokoro snapped out of his daze: "The teacher is writing in the study. I'll take you there."

Asami, who was trying to minimize her presence, stared thoughtfully at Kuromon Haruya's back as she followed behind them.

The moment they pushed open the door, they saw a gray vampire biting the woman's throat, letting out a horrifying scream: "Ah!!!"

"Wow!! There's a vampire!" Kuromon Haruya exclaimed, clutching his chest, and stumbled back into the dark room.

Thump! Thud! Uh!

"Mr. Kuromon!" Upon hearing the exclamation, Asagi stepped into the room and immediately saw through the vampire film projected on the screen. He quickly turned on the light.

The darkness was illuminated, revealing a giant cross, an overturned bat specimen, and an octagonal room resembling a vampire's lair, all exuding mystery and eeriness... at least that was the homeowner's original intention.

"Phew~ Seeing such a horrifying scene suddenly scared me to death!" Kuromon Haruya hugged the strange specimen jar in his arms, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Luckily, I reacted in time and sat on the stool, and didn't break anything, otherwise it would have been too rude."

Asagi Naruhito: "..."

"...Quickly, get off me!"

The humanoid "stool" beneath him trembled slightly, emitting a half-dead sound, and swayed precariously.

He squeezed the bouncy flesh under his hand, then realized what had happened and hurriedly stood up, bowing and apologizing: "Ah! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, ah."

The pale-faced vampire was twisted on the ground in a strange posture, waving his wing-like cloak, as if he was about to launch himself at her.

Asami saw Kuromon Haruya's face turn pale instantly, and his left hand instinctively reached for his waist. He immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Mr. Kuromon, calm down! This is Teacher Torakura!"

Boom!

A gust of wind swept past, stinging Daisuke Torakura's cheek.

He looked up in disbelief, swallowed hard, and stared at the large hole kicked into the desk beside him, reflecting for the first time on the frightening mistake of his prank.

......

"I agree to the interview, but I'm not feeling well today, so let's postpone it for a day."

Taking the hot tea handed to him by Tadokoro, Daisuke Torakura caught his breath and forced a smile, as if he had survived a close call.

"I'm so sorry, I overreacted. I will definitely compensate you for the loss at the original price!" Kuromon Haruya held the camera, his face full of sincere apology.

This is more than an overreaction; it's practically murderous intent! Daisuke Torakura's lips twitched, but he couldn't bring himself to argue, maintaining his public image.

The young man in front of me is a darling of the publicity world, and has business collaborations with celebrities such as Kogoro Mouri and Chris Vineyard. I can't just give him a hard time or make things difficult for him.

"Don't worry about it. Didn't you want to record the story of the mansion? You can take advantage of these few days to explore it. I just happened to have some writing inspiration, so I'll go and write the manuscript first."

With his twisted back hunched in pain, Daisuke Torakura limped away, not daring to linger, and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Sweet cookies and black tea were served on the table. Tadokoro Toshiya raised an eyebrow: "Just as the teacher said, I'll be troubling you two for this interview. If you need to film in a locked room, you can contact me."

His cheerful attitude was completely unlike that of a teacher who had been hit; he exuded friendliness.

The two beer bottles exchanged a glance, confirming that the master and apprentice also shared the usual grudges and rifts.

......

Wearing gloves reserved for sensitive evidence collection, Yoruichi Kurokawa explored the strange and unusual collectibles in the study one by one, handing them to Asagi Narumi for photographing and archiving, his movements as familiar as if he were in his own home.

Next, take a picture, put it back. Asano performed the task in an assembly-line fashion, while also reading emails:

"According to the intelligence gathering manual sent by Guinness World Records, every piece of evidence must have at least three images. Books that can be taken away should be taken away; those that cannot be taken away should be recorded using a tissue scanner..."

So it seems intelligence gathering isn't easy either. The operations department just needs to aim at the target and fire, but the intelligence department has to consider many more things.

“Indeed, it’s not incomprehensible that they occasionally allocate funds.” Kuromon Haruya huffed and puffed as he took notes, a sense of forgiveness for Rum rising in his heart.

Following such rigorous standards from top to bottom must be very labor-intensive to achieve high-precision results, yet it is still necessary to comply, which shows Rum's obedience and dedication to his boss's orders.

I wonder if Vermouth will also act according to this standard? Although I'm very touched, boss, please don't overwork yourself.

Nodding in agreement with his statement, Asagi suddenly realized a blind spot:

"Since the intelligence department's salary is not low, why would Zhenren cancel his mission and work overtime at a convenience store?"

"Him? Well, that's a long story..." Kuromon Haruya recalled as he took out a portable screwdriver and unfastened the drawer latch.

As a member of the organization, Fanze Zhenren has extensive experience in being scammed.

For example, being scammed into buying an exorbitantly priced kitchen knife, being unable to refuse a sales pitch and reluctantly purchasing expensive dog swimming lessons, or having your bank card emptied after clicking on a pirated pop-up website while buying a large screen for your Pomeranian.

When they were first scammed, Kuromon Haruya would occasionally help them open the boxes offline and recover the money.

However, after using the organization's back-end system to handle personal matters too much over time, this behavior caught Gin's attention. As a result, the two were punished with "confiscation of all the defrauded funds as a warning" and "if you're so free, go crawl into a few rat holes."

"...And that's how the current situation came about." After dismantling the table and chair compartments, Kuromon Haruya handed Asano Minami a wrench: "Don't let the ordinary appearance of this shop fool you, all the employees are professional detectives! One of them is even the son of Superintendent Hakuba!"

It's hard to say whether Masato Hanazawa is bad or good. After thinking for a moment, Asagi Mitsuko gave the universal answer: "He really works hard!"

"..."

"...Achoo!"

While brushing away the loose fur on Pompadour's head, Masato Hanazawa sneezed and rubbed his nose: "Sigh~ Pompadour, I really want to go to Dracula's villa too! I wonder if Mr. Kuromon and the others have any experience with this..."

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

"Yeah, you're right! I've already sent them the parts of the intelligence gathering manual that don't need to be followed. They're so talented, they'll definitely be able to complete the mission perfectly!"