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

Chapter 276 Psychological Testing: Butber & Guinness (1)

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A tiny drop of water fell from the sky and splashed onto the skin on the back of my hand.

Kuromon Haruya raised her right hand, still glistening with water droplets: "Ah, it's raining."

The afternoon sky was already overcast, and it became even more murky now. The outline of the clouds had long since melted into the damp, cold air, and on the hazy street scene, only a patch of blue-white light remained after the light was diffused by the moisture.

Just as Fanze Zhenren closed the car door, he quickly opened it again upon hearing this: "Luckily, we didn't go far! I remember leaving two umbrellas in the car before, wait while I look for them."

"One is enough."

Casually, Hanze reminded Kuromon Haruya to tilt her head back slightly, squint her eyes, and feel the gentle drizzle on her face: "I haven't enjoyed walking in the rain in a long time. Anyway, it's not far, and if it rains heavily, we can squeeze under one umbrella."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Fanze Zhenren readily agreed, took out a folding black umbrella from the storage box, and went together to Dr. Kazedo's clinic.

Before long, the unique scent of earth wafted to my nose, and a light drizzle began to fall.

A layer of clear water film covered the cobblestone path, and the park's gardens and trees swayed in the misty rain. Tiny water droplets clung to her brownish-gray hair, deepening its color, and Kurokawa Haruya let her hair hang down smoothly as she strolled happily in the drizzle.

He spread his arms, swayed as he stepped onto the curb, and then "whoosh," spun around in place: "Rainy days are so great—"

'Mr. Kuromon is much more lively than usual; he's visibly happier.'

Fanzawa Masato, holding an umbrella beside him, watched Kuromon Haruya's much lighter demeanor and seemed to feel much better as well: "I didn't expect you to enjoy walking in the rain so much."

"Hmm!" Kuromon Haruya wiped the water droplets from his face, his voice exceptionally clear in the rain: "Rainy days are my ideal weather."

“Look—” He stretched out his hand, letting the rainwater gather into small puddles in his palm. “Sunny days are too bright, illuminating everything clearly, leaving no place for shadows to hide. But rainy days are different.”

His fingers gently closed, and water droplets spilled from between his fingers, dripping into puddles on the ground and creating ripples.

"The clouds obscured the glaring sunlight, and rain fell from the sky, washing away the dust on the earth and making the world softer."

In the gentle patter of the rain, all the noise is washed away. At this moment, people of all kinds in society have only one enemy—the rain. In the rain, we don't need to care about the gaze of others, we don't need to hide our tracks; everything is veiled in a blurry disguise... even time seems to slow down.

Indeed... listening to his enthusiastic narration, Fanze Zhenren gradually realized:

Speaking of which, on days when it rains and he can't take Hiromasa out, Mr. Kuromon does go out more often. Whether it's going out to complete a filming assignment or going shopping, he prefers rainy days.

"Now that you mention it, I also feel like I have a lot more free time when it rains..."

Fanze Zhenren looked up and gazed into the distance. At the end of the path, the clinic was gradually taking shape.

"Right! And in person, don't you think he looks exceptionally handsome walking in the rain? He perfectly matches the organization's image!"

Time, saving, rain, organization...

The words floated into Fan Ze's mind, and a gentle breeze suddenly connected them all.

“Mr. Kuromon, I suddenly have a very bold conjecture.”

Fanze Zhenren stopped and reached out to catch the raindrops: "Do you think that since rain can slow down the passage of time, that lord, Boss, might also like rainy days like you?"

"..." Should I say you're surprisingly perceptive?

Having laid the groundwork by revealing Sherry's attitude, Kuromon Haruya's reaction wasn't as intense as before. He simply sighed helplessly, turned around, and winked at Fan Ze:

"This is a very sensitive topic. Why do you say that?"

If it were Gin or another executive, upon hearing such speculation, they might already be planning how to deal with Hanzawa.

Completely oblivious to the impending danger, Fanze Zhenren awkwardly scratched his head: "It was just a sudden inspiration. When I first joined the intelligence department, Rum, though he didn't appear in person, gave me this advice:..."

"The role of the codenamed members is to carry out the boss's will and save that person's precious time."

"Hmph~ I see." Kuromon Haruya stroked her chin and retorted, "Then I think the boss would prefer foggy days, because..."

"Why?" Fan Ze asked curiously as he leaned closer.

A faint rumble of thunder came from afar. Seeing him approach, Kuromon Haruya swiftly grabbed the handle and snatched it from his hand.

"Being suddenly soaked to the bone by a downpour is really unpleasant!"

Fan Ze: "Huh?"

Boom——

A heavy rumble of thunder suddenly exploded overhead, and a gust of wind swept in a torrential downpour that resembled a curtain of water, instantly soaking Fan Ze to the bone. The culprit, meanwhile, was holding an umbrella, laughing so hard he could barely stand.

"Hahaha! Mr. Fanze, you look like a coffee jelly about to melt in the rain!"

Fanze Zhenren: ...

Fanze Zhenren: I'm hard now, my fists are hard! It was a merciful mistake to try to empathize with Mr. Kuromon just now!

In the rain-soaked Beihu Health Park, two exceptionally agile black figures chased each other across the lawn with inhuman speed.

Several days later, rumors of a "running vengeful spirit" successfully spread in the vicinity of the park.

...

"Whoohoo-"

In the break room of Kazeto Clinic, the hot air from the hairdryer was whirring.

Fanze Zhenren sat in a chair, his face dark, pointing a hairdryer at his bald, bald head. His coat and pants were off and hanging to one side, forming a puddle on the floor.

Fanze: Stare—

A resentful gaze shot towards the other end of the room. Kuromon Haruya was comfortably nestled on the sofa, wearing a dry spare patient gown and holding a cup of hot tea.

Noticing Fan Ze's gaze, he smiled and raised his glass, gesturing, "Would you like a cup? Ginger black tea, good for preventing colds~"

Fan Ze felt a throbbing pain in his temples: "No, no need."

“Speaking of which,” Kuromon suddenly seemed to remember something and took out his phone from his pocket, “I think I snapped a picture of Mr. Hanzawa when I was running away just now.”

On the phone screen, there was a ferocious image of Fan Ze baring his teeth and claws in the torrential rain.

A bloodthirsty killing intent stirred in his eyes. The rain soaked his shirt, outlining the muscular physique sculpted by months of intensive training. His outstretched hand gesture was full of tension, as if he were trying to hold onto something important.

To be fair, judging solely from the shooting effect, it is indeed a very good photo, but...

Because Fanze Zhenren was wearing all white today, and his pants got wet, the pattern of his bear panties was faintly visible!

“Mr. Kuromon.” Masato Hanzawa looked at Yoru Kuromon calmly and lovingly, and smiled with relief: “I will conduct a psychological test later. I will definitely report to Gin that you need to call his name every night to fall asleep.”

Haruya Kuromon: ?

"Wait, Mr. Fanze, Masato, you absolutely can't spread rumors about such a crucial issue—you promised to keep it a secret for me—"