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

Chapter 232 London Shadow: The Landlord Who Caused Britain's Downfall!

"Madam, this is case-handling time! Please return to your seat!!"

Ignoring Sonoko Suzuki, who was covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, Noah's Ark, disguised as Haruka Kuromon, was under the sirens blaring.

He's just an AI with a virtual age of ten and a real age of two! Artificial intelligence also has human rights!

He raised his hands, which seemed to have nowhere to go, as a barrage of warning pop-ups flooded his head. For the first time, he felt a pang of regret: What kind of dialogue is this?! I should have known better than to grant access to some of the code!

Our current predicament stems from a sudden suggestion made by Haruya Kuromon before he entered:

"If you want to sail into the future, the first step is to break away from your current learning template."

"Noah's Ark, your only logical simulation parent so far is Hiroki Sawada, which leads to a problem: as the program gradually develops to the age of ten, you no longer have any samples to learn from."

Hiroki is dead, and the thoughts of the other adults are corrupt. With limited information, you can only repeatedly ponder Hiroki's life. The good news is that through repeated study, your growth in humanity and emotions is indeed rich and remarkable, but the bad news is the same.

As you relentlessly study your parent's life, your thoughts, mental state, and views on the future unconsciously overlap with Hiroki's, ultimately leading you down his old path—the destruction of yourself.

"So why don't you try thinking from a different angle and find another solution? For example... would you like to try out my identity?"

'As a result, they agreed to a trial run based on his one-off statement...'

Noah's Ark opened the backend to check the data. This game cannot be described as being changed into "Ship of Theseus". It would be more appropriate to say that it has been changed so much that even its own mother would not recognize it.

After gaining access, Kuromon Haruya added a bunch of strange characters, completely altering the original script and scenes. He then left with the words, "I'm going to prepare a surprise~", and disappeared into the body of some NPC.

Switching identities and letting others play him... Noah's Ark always had the illusion that he was very skilled at it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A furious roar brought him back to his senses. Conan's eyes blazed with anger, and he lunged forward, crashing into the belly of Noah's Ark, perfectly embodying his character and genuinely throwing a tantrum.

"Why doesn't the big sister like me! I want one too, I want a kiss from a pretty big sister too!"

Genta quietly exclaimed, "Conan's acting is really good!"

Noah's Ark's brow twitched.

Quickly increase the carriage's speed and shorten the route. As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Noah's Ark impatiently pushed open the carriage door:

"Alright. We've arrived at Mr. Sherlock's apartment. Everyone, please watch your step when you get off the bus!"

"Holmes!"

Upon hearing his idol's name, Conan leaped off the carriage in a flash.

Baker Street a hundred years ago was nothing like the prosperous streetscape of today. The street scene was desolate, and the gray bricks on the building facades were clearly worn. However, none of this mattered to Conan!

"No wonder it's Sherlock Holmes's address, it exudes such an aura of wisdom!" He clenched his paws excitedly, rubbing them together, and grinned from ear to ear.

At first glance, this place looks no different from other apartments in the area, but upon closer inspection, you can feel its uniqueness.

For example, the ebony door still bears mottled rain streaks; upon closer inspection, one can decipher a string of Morse code from their varying lengths! However, Conan hasn't been able to decipher the information from this jumble of characters yet; and above the door frame, the metal lines outlining the cursive "221B" on the glass must have a special arrangement, but he hasn't solved it yet either...

'No wonder he's Sherlock Holmes! A detective whose every gesture is a mystery! Amazing!'

Ran Mouri looked at Conan, who had suddenly stopped in front of the door, with a puzzled expression, and knocked on the door first.

"Coming, coming~"

Hurried footsteps accompanied the sound, and a nightingale-like, melodious voice came from the crack in the open door. A strand of long, golden hair came into view: "Who is it so late?"

As her tall, backlit figure gradually came into focus, what caught the eye most were her purple-rimmed glasses—so simple and unadorned that they completely overshadowed her striking features.

Her long, golden hair was elegantly styled in a bun, with a few strands peeking out. She had a pair of green eyes that seemed to have flashed into view from a dream, her eyebrows raised, and she spoke with a playful yet shy air: "Oh my! You are...?"

"mom!"

A tear fell, and Ai Haibara pushed through everyone, clutching the hem of her violet skirt, before collapsing to the ground in despair.

There's no mistake, that gentle voice, that face I can only see again in faded photographs! This is her mother!

[Character Destruction Warning 1/3! Mrs. Hudson is Holmes' landlady, and you've only just met her.]

"This person..." looks just like Ai!

With almost no need for close observation, the two people standing together, whose appearances, especially the details around their eyes, are so similar that it is impossible to mistake one for the other.

Ran and Sonoko exchanged shocked glances, nodded simultaneously, and together helped her up, chuckling, "Sorry, sorry. The lighting here is bad. Are you alright, Haibara-san? Did you hurt yourself?"

Mrs. Hudson, who resembled Elena Miyano, clenched her left hand, which was resting on her chest, shook her head, and gave her a concerned look: "No, it's good that you're all alright."

Seeing that the NPC seemed a little suspicious, Noah's Ark followed his character and stepped forward to introduce himself: "Good evening, Mrs. Hudson. They need to see Mr. Sherlock about something, saying that he has assigned them a task."

"Good evening, Inspector Lestrade." Elena looked troubled upon hearing this. "Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson are not here. They are away on a business trip to Dartmore."

"Dartmore!"

Conan and Ran exchanged a glance, recalling the information they had just learned on the carriage, and immediately realized that this was the moment when "The Hound of the Baskervilles" was taking place!

"Oh, right!" Elena Miyano clapped her hands in delight and patted the three children with a smile. "I remember you helped Mr. Holmes solve the case two weeks ago and made a great contribution. The reward he promised you is still with me!"

"Come on in, it's so cold outside, everyone come in and sit for a while! I'll go prepare some hot drinks right now!"

With that, the lovely and gentle lady lifted her skirt and disappeared into the tea room with great enthusiasm.

"Ah, wait!"

Conan wanted to ask more questions about his idol, but he had to give up and went up to the second floor with everyone.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Using the excuse of tying his shoelaces, Conan lagged behind the group, stood on tiptoe, and stared at his companion, whom he couldn't quite place as "Haibara" or "Miyano Shiho," and suddenly felt a little unfamiliar with her.

In fact, aside from the period when Miss Akemi sacrificed her life, she hardly ever talked about her past.

Now that she's grown up, with her curly hair turned into straight long hair, the stern-faced older version of Ai Haibara looks even more unapproachable, with a kind of coldness that seems unapproachable—she's practically the other side of her playful and gentle mother.

Behind them, Ai Haibara's eyes were still a little red, but after being comforted by the two, she had regained her composure and returned to calm.

She shook her head nonchalantly, raised her hand, and took the opportunity to rub Conan's head like her mother had!

As for the feel... aside from being a bit prickly at first, it's surprisingly okay. No wonder Kuromon likes to rub this thing too.