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

Chapter 272 Fortune Telling Master, Bourbon-chan!

On a weekday afternoon, the Poirot Café is sparsely populated.

"Um..."

"Hmm~"

A glass of lemonade was placed next to Masato Hanazawa. Tooru Amuro leaned over the bar and asked in a low, curious voice, "What's wrong with Mr. Kuromon lately?"

"He..."

Fanze Zhenren looked towards the corner of the bar, where someone was curled up in a ball, looking utterly lost, lying on the table, occasionally letting out indescribable groans.

Fanze Zhenren: emmmm...

After carefully considering his words, Fanze Zhenren guiltily looked away, biting his lip and hesitating: "Just think of him as lovesick."

"Lovesickness?" Amuro Tooru instantly perked up, his eyes shining as he switched to intelligence mode: "Eh~ Mr. Kuromon actually has someone he likes?"

Toru Amuro, who considers himself the organization's best intelligence officer, will never allow any location information of his targets to remain untapped!

Humans can change their minds based on the opinions of their close friends and family. If someone knew what type of person Yoruichi Kuromon liked, they could adjust their image to resemble that type, thus gaining that information!

With his index finger tapping his chin, Amuro Tooru pondered with a puzzled look: "I remember Mr. Kuromon saying he was a staunch believer in being single, so how come he suddenly has someone he likes? I'm so curious about what kind of person he is~"

"Haha, I'm curious too. Mr. Amuro, why don't you go ask him?" Hanze awkwardly picked up his water glass and took a sip.

Mr. Kuromon has fallen in love with two people at the same time, one male and one female. The male is Gin, and the female is Vermouth... How could he possibly say such a thing out loud!

So, it really is spring!

Recently, Mr. Kuromon has been mentioning those two people much more often, and his pink aura has turned so red it's almost black; he's practically turning into a bound spirit!

If they were ordinary men and women, given how outstanding their team leader was, Fanzawa Masato would definitely encourage Kuromon Haruya to bravely step forward.

But, Gin and Vermouth, are you serious about going up there?

"Sigh, Mr. Kuromon has it tough too."

Sighing at the team leader's bumpy love life, Fanze looked up, wanting to advise Bourbon not to make trouble for no reason, only to see the latter nod seriously: "Indeed, as a good friend who truly cares about him, I should take the initiative to care for Mr. Kuromon when he is sad."

Fanze Zhenren: ?

Who? Who are friends with whom? Bourbon, who are you implying something about?

Before Fanzawa could react, Amuro Tooru immediately picked up the tray and walked towards Kuromon Haruya.

"Ah~~"

The young man, like a cat, curled up lazily and melancholically in the corner, occasionally rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand, his eyes half-closed, looking harmless and innocent.

"Ugh!"

Kuromon Haruya raised her hand to rub her cheek, still faintly feeling the phantom pain.

Last night I had a dream, which was unusual for me. It was a dream about Gin, which was actually a memory from twenty years ago when I was taking my son to do special training and he was too reckless and the car crashed!

"I was too young back then, and I protected them too well. When I first sensed Gin's death omen, I panicked and just rushed at him. If it were now..." Kuromon Haruya's lips curled into a smirk as he shook his head with a tsk tsk, "I would definitely choose to be hit in the internal organs, to hear Gin call me 'Dad' a few more times before I die. Dying from carotid artery blood loss is too quick!"

Thinking back to the moment he opened his eyes after being reborn from the dead, and the way Kurosawa Jin looked so panicked and broken, he felt like his lips were about to curve into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!

In fact, Kuromon Haruya did exactly that twenty years ago. However, the consequence was...

—Gin, who was so angry he laughed, grabbed him by the collar and punched him repeatedly until his head was almost turned into a pig's head. The key point is that he could recover from his injuries and was still a bit outmatched.

"Hiss—" Recalling the iron fist that had scared him awake in his dream, Kuromon Haruya felt a pang in his teeth and couldn't help but grit his teeth: "You brat, if you're scared, just cry it out. Was it necessary to hit you so hard?"

Approaching footsteps came from behind, and Bourbon's presence stopped behind him: "Mr. Kuromon? I've recently been learning love divination, do you need any help?"

"Love fortune telling?" Kuromon Haruya looked up in surprise.

Amuro Toru nodded with a smile: "Yes, that's right!"

He learned this from the uncle himself after becoming Kogoro Mouri's apprentice! He never expected that Yoya Kuromon, who seemed so intellectual and peaceful, was actually a mystery enthusiast who had become an apprentice of a high school girl.

In order to win him over, Amuro Tooru stayed up all night studying fortune-telling specials on TV and in magazines, just to find common ground with him.

After learning that Kuromon Haruya's mother and Dr. Miyano were siblings, Amuro Tooru was no longer so sure about Butbell's identity.

When Butbel was supervising the mission to silence Akemi Miyano, she showed no mercy and even subtly revealed her disgust for the Miyano sisters.

On the other hand, Haruya Kuromon is the opposite. As a cousin of the Miyano sisters, she takes in Sherry, who has inexplicably shrunk, at great risk, and even sacrifices herself to save her several times.

If these two images are from the same person, isn't that a bit contradictory? It's not like they have schizophrenia, is it?

As expected, the target was very interested in this topic and focused all his attention on himself:

"Sure, then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Amuro. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Amuro Tooru sat down with satisfaction, took out a teacup and tea leaves to demonstrate: "I'm going to use an ancient Japanese tea divination method. Give me your impression color, birth date, aura, and job description of the person you like, and I can give you some insights."

Yoya Kuromon couldn't help but wonder, 'If I remember correctly, tea divination is from China, isn't it?'

'Failed to pay attention in the Divination class; five points deducted from the Intelligence Group's academic score!'

As a seasoned hypocrite, Kuromon Haruya nodded devoutly: "No problem! Which one do you want to know?"

"Which one?" Amuro Tooru almost froze. "Uh, you can name them all."

"To be precise, it wasn't them, it was a man and a woman," Kuromon Haruya cleared his throat to correct.

"Hmm... A man and a woman indicate a balance of yin and yang, which is a good omen. Continue."

"They are all like you, Mr. Amuro, blond and blue-eyed. They are probably older than me, always exuding an air of mystery, and all work in... art-related fields."

"Hmm." Amuro Tooru nodded, adding tea leaves to his cup while silently making a note.

Indeed, when he first came to work at Poirot, it seems that Makoto Ikezawa made fun of him for his blond hair and blue eyes.

Are there any other details?

"Do they count as a brother and sister?"

Siblings?

"Cough cough cough! I see." Unconsciously, Amuro Tooru gripped the glass in his hand, staring at the tea leaves, and the comforting words he had just conceived vanished in an instant.

Looking up, Kuromon Haruya seemed to sense his surprise, her lips tightening in a restrained manner, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes. Meeting his gaze, the young man immediately forced a smile, his tone unusually heavy: "I do look strange, don't I..."

The eyes of someone who truly loves another cannot be faked. In Amuro Tooru's eyes at this moment, Kuromon Haruya was no longer a suspect, but a young man with a slightly free mind who was troubled by love!

Amuro Tooru quickly adjusted his expression, revealing a gentle and professional smile: "No, that's not surprising. There are no fixed rules for emotions; what matters is how you feel inside."

He gently swirled the teacup in his hand, and the tea leaves slowly unfurled in the water, forming unique patterns.

"The message from tea shows that although your emotional journey is complicated, it is not without hope."

Kuromon Haruya leaned forward slightly, a hint of anticipation in her eyes: "Really?"

“Of course.” Amuro Tooru pointed to the tea leaves in his cup with an air of importance. “Look at the shape of this tea leaf. Doesn’t it look like a bird with outstretched wings? This symbolizes freedom and possibility, indicating that your feelings are not a constraint, but can develop in different directions.”

Kuromon Haruya blinked, trying hard to make out the tea leaves that looked exactly like a lump of flying excrement: "...I see."

Amuro Tooru continued his rambling: "Furthermore, the trajectory of this tea leaf suggests that you may encounter a crucial turning point soon. Perhaps you need to be more proactive in exploring, rather than passively waiting."

"..." This Bourbon is really talking nonsense. If I didn't actually have the ability to predict the future, I might have believed him.

Just as Kuromon Haruya was pondering whether to describe the relationship in a more vulgar way, Hanzawa patted him on the shoulder, revealing his wristwatch: "Mr. Kuromon, it's time for the commission."

Oh right, it's time to conduct the psychological tests in batches.

"Ah! Sorry, I forgot about that." Shocked, Kuromon Haruya covered her mouth and looked at Amuro Tooru apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Amuro, I may have to leave."

"It's alright, the divination can continue at any time. Work is more important."

"You've given me a lot of inspiration, and I look forward to the next time!"

Amuro Tooru watched as Masato Hanazawa led Haruya Kuromon away, saying, "You're welcome anytime!"

......

Ten meters away from Poirot Cafe, Masato Hanzawa could no longer hold back. He grabbed Haruya Kuromon's shoulder and shook his head repeatedly: "That's too mean, that's really too perverse. Do you know how hard it was for me to hold back my laughter in the cafe?"

Poor Bourbon was completely manipulated by Mr. Kuromon, who thought he had obtained intelligence.

Kuromon Haruya blinked innocently, leaned closer to look, and said in a clear, innocent gaze, without a trace of scheming, "Do I look like someone who would lie?"

"When you put on this face, can you please consider me, the victim? Mr. Kuromon, you always make this face whenever you want to harm someone, I'm used to it."

Yoruichi Kuromon said regretfully, putting his hands in his pockets, "But I wasn't lying either. Don't you think Gin's killing is artistic and cool?"

"what?"

"Wait, Mr. Kuromon, are you serious?!"

"Do you know how to shoot in a cool way? Tell me the trick, I want to become a cool and handsome assassin too!"

Haruya Kuromon waved his hand: "Forget about guys who can dislocate their shoulders even when sniping."

"Ugh—that's so mean!"

Thanks to Bourbon's tea divination, Kurome Haruya did gain some inspiration—if Hogwarts can have the House Cup, why can't the organization?