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

Chapter 205 Dracula's Villa: A Night Visit

When Tadokoro opened the door, Haruya Kuromon and Naomi Asano were standing outside the study's balcony, discussing the possibility of climbing vertically up the sea cliff to the balcony.

"Dinner is ready, gentlemen." Looking around the study, the layout and furnishings were unchanged, but Tadokoro felt that the whole room had been completely refreshed.

He thought it was probably because that eyesore, Hucang, wasn't around.

"Thank you for your hospitality, we'll be right there." Asagi Shinobu gripped the disk in his pocket, his gaze towards Tadokoro carrying a meaningful meaning.

Placing two intelligence gatherers alone in the study was practically handing them free leads. Using the organization's virus-infected hard drive, they found something interesting on Daisuke Torakura's computer:

The targets included a previously published novel, a list of supporting staff, and several manuscripts whose content was very similar to Torakura's but were attributed to different authors, including Toshiya Tadokoro.

Clearly, just like the various writers in Beika Town who have run out of ideas but are unwilling to give up, Daisuke Torakura "collected" or acquired many articles that did not belong to him. Combined with the introductions and inscriptions in the original manuscripts, editor Doi also colluded with him.

As for Tadokoro, whether he was a student or a ghostwriter, his relationship with Torakura was definitely not good. Otherwise, he wouldn't have served tea and biscuits with a smile after Kuromon Haruya sat on his teacher's lap.

It is not yet clear whether this mission is military or ceremonial, but Kuromon Haruya showed off his camera as cover: "We took some good photos."

Tadokoro glanced at him, offered a few polite compliments, and showed no interest in promoting the Hucang incident.

Upon entering the living room, all the guests except for Daisuke Torakura were already seated. The tableware on the table matched the style of the decor, but Haruya Kuromon glanced at it and did not see any historically valuable antiques.

"Good evening, I'm Torakura Etsuko. I'm so sorry I didn't have a chance to greet you earlier." As soon as she sat down, Mrs. Etsuko stirred her tea and gave her a flirtatious wink. "I heard you're here to film a documentary. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"The Villa Dracula is Mr. Hucang's source of inspiration. We plan to film every room in the villa and introduce the background of his creative history over the years. It would be great if you could help us, Madam!"

"Hmph, what does a woman like her know about creative work!"

Upon hearing the mature rebuke, Madam Yuezi's smile vanished, and she lowered her head, refusing to speak further.

Supported by Tadokoro, Torachou Daisuke walked over, his back still aching slightly. "Since this is an interview with me, just ask me whatever you want. I heard you have other business matters to discuss, so I specifically invited the editor as well. What is it?"

The two young men, who had just entered society and were making a name for themselves, were polite but not very shrewd. Daisuke Torakura had seen many people like them before.

Asagi took out a prepared contract and pushed it across the table: "Yes. Mr. Torakura, you are an expert with extensive knowledge of vampire legends, and we want to acquire all your related materials for..."

"Don't even think about it!"

Daisuke Torakura slammed his fist on the table, scoffed, and completely disregarded them: "These materials represent years of my hard work; they are the foundation of a writer's inspiration. To measure them with money is an insult to my work."

Five million yen.

"That won't do either. I've earned more from selling books over the past few years than that!"

"A deposit, which is one-tenth of the total reward."

Ten times five million yuan, which is...

"Fifty million yen!" Etsuko Torakura exclaimed, standing up in surprise. Seeing everyone staring at her, she sat down awkwardly, her face flushed.

"Teacher Torakura, actually, this isn't just my opinion."

A neat and professional business card came into view. Kuromon Haruya, holding Vermouth's business card, kindly offered a way out:

“I’ve recently been considering collaborating with Ms. Chris on a project about ‘vampires,’ and you’re an authority on that… It’s for vampire culture, not for money.”

Fifty million yen!

Hu Cang, who used to earn millions a year at the height of his career, might have been able to give it up, but now that he has faded from the literary scene and his income has plummeted, he can't do it.

"Heh, let me see your manners first."

Taking in his bravado, Kuromon Haruya exchanged a glance with his companion, then smiled and covered his mouth in agreement, "Of course, of course."

......

Outside the villa, the wind and snow, along with the ceaseless crashing of the sea, created a breathtaking scene.

Night had fallen, and the lights in the corridor were turned off. Everyone greeted each other with goodnight before the lights went out, and they should all be sound asleep at this moment.

But that's just what should be said.

Opening the suitcase placed under the bed, the unlock code for the hidden compartment was "1954". Kuromon Haruya and Asano Nami took out their respective equipment back to back, ready for the actual operation.

Pulling on his milky-white rubber gloves, Kuromon Haruya looked out the window: "Vienna, proceed according to plan. We'll use the anesthesia equipment to knock everyone unconscious, then conduct the search from top to bottom."

"No objections." Asami fastened the matte filter mask, tapped the earpiece with his fingers to confirm smooth communication, then handed it to Kuromon Haruya: "What is the search area tonight?"

"In the rooms other than the collection room and the basement, as usual, first collect incriminating evidence that can be used to blackmail the Torakura couple."

"OK."

The door closed silently, and the two put on portable night clothes, their footsteps hidden in the tide as they quietly approached the stairwell.

Their rooms were located at the innermost part, followed by Tadokoro and Hamura.

Light shone through the crack in the door of the room. Leaning close to the door, one could hear crisp knocking and muttering "Go to hell, go to hell," indicating that someone was writing all night, which made one feel a sense of melancholy.

Kuromon Haruya gently turned the doorknob, held up the replica anesthesia watch developed by the organization, and aimed it at Tadokoro Toshiya.

call out--

The biodegradable anesthetic needle flew out, and the poor worker was stunned for a moment before slowly lying down, gaining a brief moment of peace.

However, the situation changed as they approached Hamura's house.

Kuromon Haruya stopped Asagi Narumi, who was about to move forward, and crouched in the shadows by the wall, whispering a reminder: "Wait, there are people ahead."

Listen carefully, and you can hear voices emerging from the waves, and faint conversations coming from the dark stairwell.

"...Aren't you worried about him finding out?" the man asked in a worried voice.

"It's alright." A sweet voice gently soothed him. "He hasn't been sleeping well these past few days, and he's been so grumpy that he thinks I'm in his way. He's already taken sleeping pills and is fast asleep. He definitely won't wake up."

That voice belongs to Etsuko Torakura and Shuichi Hamura!

Torakura Etsuko nestled sweetly in Hamura's arms: "Shuichi, I'm so glad to finally see you! I haven't had a single happy day in this villa, but thankfully I still have you!"

"Yuezi..." Hamura Shuichi choked up, only to hug his lover even tighter: "You've suffered so much. I'm such a useless man, I can't give you happiness!"

Torakura Etsuko wept, "Don't say that, it's all Torakura's fault. If he hadn't forced my father into bankruptcy, we would have been married long ago! Soon, once the slow poison I put in his drink takes effect, we can be together."

Hamura Shuichi was even more moved: "You... silly girl, how did you move so fast? I was about to find a professional assassin."

Listening to the two pouring their hearts out to each other, Kuromon Haruya and Asano Narumi each held a hand warmer and huddled in a corner, recording the conversation: "..."

Very good, even without the Grim Reaper, the residents of Beika Town are still full of murderous intent!