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

Chapter 234 London Shadows: Under the Shadow of Others

"Let's go, Moran. Book me the rightmost box in the opera house for tomorrow night. I want to witness firsthand the 'lady' that Holmes admires fall in a pool of blood."

"Yes, Professor."

As the crisp footsteps faded into the distance, the low pressure that had lingered in the underground passage finally dissipated.

The cold moonlight illuminated the empty exit. Unbeknownst to them, the smoke drifting through the streets had become as murky as milk in water, and visibility was limited to no more than half a meter around them.

Peeking out, Mitsuhiko patted his chest with lingering fear: "That was terrifying! I actually ran into the legendary Professor Moriarty."

"I'm surprised too."

The slender middle and index fingers, cool to the touch, gently pressed against the carotid artery on the side of the neck: "There's a little mouse listening in here, and it just so happens to recognize me."

Mitsuhiko stiffly raised his head, his gaze slowly moving upwards. With each strange word he uttered, the soft skin where his jaw met his neck stretched into an elegant curve:

"A child as young as you running around outside so late, be careful you don't get caught and eaten by Jack the Ripper."

The gaze moves to the top of the screen, where jet-black hair clings to a familiar face, and a black-haired, black-eyed version of Kuromon Haruya stands gracefully behind her.

"You, you...!"

Following behind him, a square-faced Japanese man with stubble nervously gripped his trench coat, his gaze shifting between the two men: "Professor, should we get rid of this child?"

“No need. I know him; he’s one of Holmes’s little helpers.” The man called the professor shook his head slightly, then suddenly thought of something and chuckled, “By the way, Holmes is out of London right now, so why don’t we hand him over to you?”

Mitsuhiko had a vague idea: "Who are you talking about?"

"Come on, let's talk in the car."

The rolling wheels disappeared into the thick fog. The professor poured tea and began to explain: "Jack the Ripper was an orphan I found by chance. Although he was extremely weak due to malnutrition at the time, I could tell at a glance that he possessed exceptional talent as a criminal."

“I kept him by my side and carefully nurtured him into a top-notch all-rounder in both skills and knowledge. But my beloved son is like an abyss that can never be filled. Not long ago, he finally turned against me because of his greed and obsession.”

Mitsuhiko nervously gripped his teacup: "Are you telling me all this so we can help you solve it?"

“Since he’s an out-of-control hunting dog, why not hand him over to you specialists? After all, I’ve spent so much time with that kid, and I know his every move. But that’s not all.”

Mitsuhiko raised his head alertly.

"As I said before, I can see the child's talent, and I can also see your strengths." The professor smiled slightly as he stirred his black tea. "Because of Sherlock Holmes, you came into my view a long time ago, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya."

"I will not join a criminal organization!" Mitsuhiko slammed down his tea set, refusing without hesitation. "Besides, I don't think I have any talent for crime. Please take back what you said."

Seeing his stubborn look, the professor smiled instead of getting angry: "Then let me ask you, are you really willing to forever be subservient to that Sherlock Holmes's disciple?"

A single, casual remark struck Mitsuhiko squarely between the eyebrows.

"You are a bright, intelligent, and exceptionally talented child. You should be receiving everyone's praise and admiration, shining brightly, but instead, you're trapped in the shadow of others. I truly feel sorry for you..."

"Please stop talking!"

Mitsuhiko sat stiffly opposite him, his breathing disordered, his chest heaving, and his face flushed red.

The professor shook his head, somewhat regretfully: "What a pity. Well then, let's get back to the main topic."

"His birth mother was a singer who started as a prostitute, and she performed every night at ten o'clock at the old theater in the Whitechapel area. Influenced by this, he would actively hunt for women similar to his mother, and tomorrow night at ten o'clock, there happens to be a famous female singer..."

He pulled a folded leaflet from his suit pocket and handed it to Mitsuhiko. The carriage door opened with a click: "Alright, Holmes's residence is just ahead, turn left. You can get off now."

"Remember to carefully consider the conditions I've given you~"

......

"Professor Agasa, what's going on?"

In the control room, Kogoro Mouri watched as yet another unfamiliar figure appeared on the computer screen to pick up Mitsuhiko, then the screen went black. He immediately scratched his head in exasperation: "Isn't this supposed to be a game where you catch Jack the Ripper with Sherlock Holmes? Why isn't Holmes here, and why are other characters popping up?"

"Uh, don't worry! I'll use code to find where Yuzaku's character model is!"

Professor Agasa looked at the revamped game content and felt both embarrassed and worried.

The Sherlock Holmes character in the game was originally supposed to be played by Yusaku Kudo. Professor Agasa thought he would embody Sherlock Holmes and guide Conan with ease, but Noah's Ark changed the program ahead of time.

"Select, search... I found Yusaku's model! His identity is..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Agasa suddenly leaned back tactically, his eyes tightly closed, as if unwilling to believe what he had seen.

"Just tell me already! Why are you keeping me in suspense at this crucial moment!"

Kogoro Mouri shoved the professor aside, moved closer to the screen, took the mouse, and began to browse the program's filtering options.

A dense array of human figures unfolded, their clothing, ages, and body types varying greatly, yet they all shared one common feature: they all bore the face of Yusaku Kudo!

"A precocious version, a Queen Victoria version, an artist version... and even a sexy lawyer version of Yusaku Kudo! My goodness!"

Kogoro Mouri squatted in the corner, bewildered, rubbing his eyes hard with the heel of his hand, trying to wash the grotesque image from his mind. Eri's body with Yusaku Kudo's head—how could such a terrible thing exist in the world!

"What's wrong, Mori-kun?"

Inspector Megure, who had secretly arrived at the press conference, was about to step forward when, with a gasp, a figure rubbing his eyes in the corner was added to the group.

Unbeknownst to them, a figure left the control room and arrived at the backstage of the Black Gate Haruka capsule, quietly connecting to a pure white magnetic disk.

'Thomas, as my son, you are my property for all eternity! Guards! Take the young master back and re-train him until he obediently becomes Sindora's shadow!'

The instinctively repulsive tone echoed in his ears, and Thomas Sindora would never forget it. These were the most frequent admonitions his father, Martin Sindora, had uttered during his lifetime!

"So that's what Noah's Ark was planning! Hiroki, is this your revenge after death?"

Thomas believes that Hiroki Sawada's early death was entirely his own fault!

If he had been willing to be a computer genius and an adopted son, things wouldn't have turned out this way! But unfortunately, Hiroki was kind-hearted and, while developing the DNA program, he also compared it with the family's collection and discovered that the Sindora family were descendants of Jack the Ripper.

Thomas Sindora originally planned to kill Hiroki and his still-living father to cut off the clues, but he never expected that the dead could still talk through the computer.

If being labeled as the offspring of a serial killer might affect one's reputation and career, then the heinous crime of murdering one's own father is enough to tear the entire Sindora Tower apart!

Realizing the seriousness of the situation, he clenched his fists, beads of cold sweat trickling down his hooked nose, and his gaze fixed on the game pod below grew increasingly sinister.