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

Chapter 265: Consider this your way of taking over the aptX4868 experiment for my sake (laughs).

The worst-case scenario didn't happen; it was just a false alarm.

Prior to this, Kuromon Haruya had even prepared for "Miyano Elena to leave behind crucial clues even at the cost of her daughter".

He had thoroughly sifted through Elena's memories, frame by frame, but man proposes, God disposes. Kuromon Haruya never hesitated to assume the worst about the world's malice.

However, it seems now that the mother may not deserve the title of "angel," but the daughter is certainly thoughtful enough.

Even after thirteen years, she can still smoothly deliver clues to him. How can she not be considered a thoughtful "little angel"? (laughs)

"Brother Heimen".

Ai Haibara raised her hand and gently patted the young man's back to comfort him, saying, "At least we still have each other."

In Shiho Miyano's memory, apart from her parents and older sister, she had no other relatives.

She thought she would live a life of solitude and no worries after her sister's death, but to her great fortune, she still had a blood relative alive.

No wonder she always felt an inexplicable closeness to Brother Heimen; now that she thinks about it, it must have been the guidance of their bloodline.

"It's unbelievable, it's like a miracle!"

"...Is there some mistake?" Her voice choked with sobs.

"Hmm?" Ai Haibara turned her head.

"No, what I mean is... I never expected that there would be other survivors besides myself."

Realizing his words were inappropriate, Kuromon Haruya quickly cupped Haibara Ai's cheeks, examining her closely as he corrected her.

Two pairs of eyes met in the silent atmosphere.

A glimmer of light flickered in his gentle, emerald-green eyes, like shards of broken glass scattered on the ground under the rising sun. Countless emotions flowed repeatedly across Kurokawa Haruya's face; sometimes he frowned slightly, sometimes his lips moved, and his breathing gradually became shallow.

But what finally settled on his face was a smile that was more sorrowful than crying, and extremely complex.

Before she could even understand, the young man hugged her even tighter and more tightly.

Ai Haibara buried her head in Haruya Kuromon's trembling neck. The faint scent of herbs mixed with the smell of disinfectant lingered around her nose, making her feel exceptionally at ease.

"...Yes, it's unbelievable."

It's unbelievable that Shirley is Butbell's cousin.

As the light of dusk faded, the light in Kuromon Haruya's eyes was completely swallowed by darkness.

Tell a young man whose family was wiped out and who was forced to undergo 17 years of human experimentation for treatment that you have always hated your cousin.

—This is denying the significance of his existence.

Similar bloodlines, similar identities, and the same age, yet they find themselves in completely different situations.

A sudden fire raged, leaving behind a scene of utter devastation and loss of life. The boy knelt amidst the charred ruins, his fingers bleeding profusely, yet he stubbornly continued searching for his parents' remains. Ashes covered his face, the lingering heat searing his skin, but nothing compared to the chill that had frozen deep within his chest.

At the funeral, whispering relatives stood three meters away, as if getting even slightly close would bring them bad luck. Their gazes were like knives, scraping at his still-healing wounds.

Forced to live in an orphanage, every rainy night, a burning, almost melting pain would come from deep within my bones, as if something was boiling and gnawing in my blood.

Forced blood tests for treatment, expensive chronic medications, the death of the adoptive parent...

Now, after he has killed his enemy's eldest daughter and driven his second daughter to the brink of despair, he is told that they actually share the same blood.

An absurd and ironic fate hovered overhead, and in a corner of Shiho Miyano's mind, these experiences...

Okay, Haruya Kuromon hasn't experienced any of them.

But it's okay!

When her "true identity" is revealed, this will be the "truth" she needs to carefully consider.

Will she back down when faced with the organization's darkness, or...?

'Sherry, please accept this aptX4868 experiment willingly, just for my sake~'

......

After the parent-teacher meeting ended, Haruya Kuromon held Conan's hand in one hand and Sherry's hand in the other as they walked home.

Conan turned his face away: "Seriously, I thought you called Kuromon-nii for something, but it turns out you just wanted someone to hug and cry with!"

"So what!" Ai Haibara retorted, feigning a defiant retort, secretly pleased with herself.

After her discussion with Brother Heimen, this blood relationship has become a unique secret belonging only to the two of them!

Hmph! Edogawa, you did come into contact with Kuromon first, but that can't compare to the bond of blood!

Right now, the child that Kuromon cares about most is Shiho Miyano!

"Hey, your smugness seems a bit forced!" Conan couldn't help but question, his eyes wide with a deadpan expression.

Seeing this, Kuromon Haruya quickly pulled them together, widening her bright eyes with anticipation: "Alright, alright, you are invaluable comrades-in-arms."

Please, on my behalf as a temporary guardian, can these two genius children reconcile? I beg you!

Kuromon Haruya: Staring expectantly—

"..."

Conan/Ai Haibara: "Hmph, fine!"

For the sake of Brother Kuromon, I'll reluctantly forgive this unreasonable guy!

"Great!"

Kuromon Haruya happily clasped his hands together and rubbed them together: "In that case, the task of making sure they obediently go home is entrusted to you!"

"what?"

Ai Haibara was looking forward to having a family reunion dinner together that evening, and pouted unhappily: "But I want to stay with you, Kuromon-nii, today."

Conan was visibly startled: Eek!

Haruya Kuromon shook her head slightly with a hint of regret: "I'm sorry, Ai, I really wanted to stay, but I have a very important business request to submit in person tonight..."

"Alright then." Ai Haibara nodded reluctantly.

Seeing the two of them getting along like this, Conan was a little confused. How come you two are secretly getting together behind my back?

A large hand rubbed his cheek: "Shinichi, you too, even if you stumble upon a case, you'd better go home obediently. Your Watson is still waiting for you, little Holmes~"

Little, little Sherlock Holmes!

Conan feigned modesty and agreed, "Alright then."

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you guys! There'll be a reward for anyone who doesn't go home obediently!"

With a trembling voice, Kuromon Haruya pulled a camera from somewhere in her pocket, smiled broadly, and ran off into the distance: "Bye-bye~"

Two elementary school students, whose bodies had shrunk and whose minds were equally dull, were left staring at each other.

"Then what's next."

Climbing over the wall, Kuromon Haruya stood in the shadows of the alleyway, looking at the two waiting beside her, and gently smiled while covering her mouth:

“Let’s go, Akemi and Hiromitsu. Since you two can’t take on the roles of single malt whisky and Scotch whisky on your own, you can come with me back to Tottori to deliver the gifts.”

"Just in case, I will personally adjust your expiration dates this time."