Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

After Xiaolan finished packing her things, she came to urge the others: "Have you all packed your things? We can leave after breakfast."

Chu Ming nodded, and just then Xiu Nian walked over and opened the door: "Guests, breakfast is ready."

After saying that, he yawned. The yawns seemed to be contagious, one after another. Before long, everyone in the room except Chu Ming was yawning frantically.

In an attempt to fit in, Chu Ming opened his mouth and awkwardly typed a word.

When he arrived at the restaurant, only the host and Kuan Nian, who had gone to call him for dinner, had not yet arrived.

"Ah—" Another scream rang out.

Conan immediately perked up, forgetting all about being sleepy, and headed straight for the source of the noise.

Pushing open the door of the meditation room, Kuan Nian was sitting on the ground, looking at the roof beams with a face full of fear, his whole body huddled up in a ball.

Chu Ming looked up and saw that hanging from the roof beam was none other than Abbot Tianyong.

Great, I've saved on accommodation fees.

Chapter 196 I Never Joke

Inspector Megure is explaining to Kogoro Mouri the murder case that happened here a few years ago, saying that a monk named Chūnen was also hanged up here in the same way.

As they talked, everyone began to think that Abbot Tianyong had committed suicide as a way to attract business for the temple, and they spontaneously went around looking for a suicide note.

When Conan returned after wandering around the scene looking for clues as usual, he found the room empty again, with only Chu Ming squatting at the door like an old farmer with his hands tucked in.

"Brother Chu Ming, do you know who the murderer is now?" Conan asked with a particularly bitter tone, even though Brother Chu Ming hadn't gone out to look for clues.

Chu Ming nodded while maintaining his posture. He had noticed that Xiu Nian had mentioned that he chanted scriptures until midnight, but he hadn't heard anything unusual during the night.

Conan looked dejected, his hair drooping, and the evidence wrapped in a handkerchief in his hand hung loosely: "You were way too fast..."

Chu understood and glanced at him: "You can't just say things like that."

“…?” Conan looked puzzled.

"Inspector Megure and the others said that Abbot Tenaga might have committed suicide, and they've already gone to look for a suicide note." Chu Ming didn't explain the reasoning to him, but instead patted his head and changed the subject.

"A suicide note? But Abbot Ten'ei didn't commit suicide!" Conan said anxiously. "Brother Chuming, didn't you tell them? Don't you know who the murderer is?"

"Does this benefactor know who the murderer is?" Xiu Nian suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked Chu Ming with a smile.

Conan was startled by his sudden appearance and clutched the evidence wrapped in a handkerchief tightly in his hand.

Chu Ming glanced at him indifferently: "Yes, it's you."

"?" Xiu Nian was taken aback, and laughed awkwardly to cover up her embarrassment. "This benefactor is really joking."

"A joke?" Chu Ming shifted his posture. "I never joke with murderers."

Inspector Megure and his team, who had found nothing, returned sometime earlier. Upon hearing this, Inspector Megure immediately pressed, "The murderer? Could it be that Abbot Ten'ei didn't commit suicide? But if he didn't climb up there to commit suicide, how could the murderer hang him from such a high beam?"

Chu Ming nodded: "I'm asking you, so answer quickly."

Xiu Nian's face flushed with anger: "I already said it wasn't me! I was chanting sutras in my room all night! What's the point of you targeting me like this?"

Chu Ming straightened up, using the height difference to look down at him, his imposing aura immediately rising: "Not you?"

"no!"

Did you hear anything last night?

Sound? Xiu Nian panicked for a moment, then thought for a moment: "I'm quite focused when I'm reading the scriptures, so I might miss some sounds."

"Really? Then you didn't hear Xiaolan's screams last night?"

Xiu Nian's mind raced: "So that's what you mean. I heard Miss Mori's scream. After all, she's a girl, and she was frightened by the abbot last night, so it's understandable that she was scared—"

The crowd stared at him intently, making him unable to continue speaking.

"I'm sorry, I was lying to you. No one screamed last night."

Xiu Nian gritted her teeth secretly, then deliberately feigned a sigh of relief: "Yes, I really didn't hear anything. Because you've been suspecting me, I didn't dare admit it just now, and instead went along with what you said... Actually, I didn't hear a single sound last night..."

Chu Ming scoffed: "Is that so? Take a look at your senior brothers' expressions before deciding whether you want to continue making things up."

Xiu Nian's expression changed drastically. Seeing the incredulous looks in his senior brothers' eyes, he knew that he had fallen into Chu Ming's verbal trap.

"Xiu Nian, you—" Kuan Nian and the others opened their mouths, but couldn't say anything.

Chu Ming tilted his head with a grin: "Master Xiu Nian, now please answer, was there any sound last night?"

A hint of resentment flashed in Xiu Nian's eyes: "What exactly are you trying to say? I already said that I'm very focused when I'm reading scriptures, and sometimes I don't pay attention to the sounds outside! Besides, what you're saying can't be used as evidence!"

Inspector Megure affirmed his words: "Yes, Brother Chu Ming, these cannot be used as evidence..."

Xiu Nian's arrogance immediately flared up: "See, I already said that this can't be used as evidence. I was just reading in my room last night. The abbot must have been dragged up by the Tengu!"

Chu Ming pulled Conan, who had been behind him, out and put him in front of him: "Stupid, ignorant, I don't want to talk to you anymore. Conan, tell him where the evidence is!"

Just as Conan was getting into the story, he was suddenly pushed forward and quickly handed the wooden board he was holding to Inspector Megure using a handkerchief.

"This is it! Brother Chu Ming said the murderer used..."

While Conan was explaining, Chu Ming came outside. Conan was rambling on and on; he was just asked to state the evidence, but he insisted on starting with how the murderer prepared the evidence...

Why doesn't he start from the creation of the world by Pangu?

but--

Chu Ming strolled leisurely to the skylight above, preparing to give the people inside a bath in sync with Conan's instructions.

Sure enough, halfway through the conversation, Inspector Megure questioned, "The skylight is still quite a distance from the waterfall—"

"Splash—" Water poured down from the windowsill, soaking his head and face.

Chu Ming poked his head in through the skylight, grinned at Inspector Megure, who was soaked to the bone.

Look, the water's falling on Brother's head.

He spoke to Inspector Megure below in a tone of helping him understand, saying, "A wooden board will do. Stick tape on the back and you can draw the water in through the skylight. Inspector Megure, you can see that the water flow could easily fill the room."

Inspector Megure silently wiped his face with a towel, glancing sideways at Chu Ming, whose head was peeking out of the skylight, and felt a slight itch in his fist.

Chapter 197 Big Brother Will Grant Your Wishes

After Conan handed over the evidence, Hideaki finally gave up struggling.

"Yes, I killed him. I did all this to avenge my brother..."

Chu Ming grew impatient with all this and stood by the waterfall, staring blankly at the cascading water.

He's now following the path planned by the organization, trying to make his presence felt on the Red Team's side.

He had been pondering the reason for doing this but had no clue. Did the organization want him to infiltrate the Metropolitan Police Department?

Chu Ming wasn't stupid. He could tell that Gin intended to groom him, and that he would most likely be the one to succeed him in the future. The boss probably tacitly approved of this.

But this is what makes him feel conflicted: a future head of an operations team going undercover in the Metropolitan Police Department? Who would believe that...?

That's so strange. But if he wasn't made an undercover agent, then isn't his current career path a bit off track?

What does a low-ranking leader of a terrorist organization need to be great, glorious, and righteous?

"...Brother Chu Ming, Brother Chu Ming?"

Xiaolan's shout brought him back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"The incident has been resolved satisfactorily. Conan said you told him all of this. Chu Ming, you're really amazing! We should go now. Inspector Megure said he can take us down the mountain."

Chu Ming nodded and followed Xiao Lan downstairs.

When Conan saw Chu Ming arrive, he quickly ran over, tugged at him, and whispered proudly, "Brother Chu Ming, did you see that? This is the correct approach to deduction today."

Chu Ming rolled his eyes and, mimicking Vermouth, reached out and pinched Conan's cheek: "I'd forgotten all about it if you hadn't mentioned it. I just asked you to hand the evidence over to Inspector Megure. What are you rambling on about!"

"I'd like to act it out for you, though." Conan's words were mumbled as his cheek was pinched.

"No, you just demonstrated to me how to encounter three murders in two days," Chu Ming said irritably as he released his grip.

"That's an exaggeration..." Conan retorted softly, lacking confidence.

Chu Ming didn't say anything, but just gave him a look that let him understand on his own.

Although he outwardly expressed his disdain, Chu Ming was secretly overjoyed, even feeling that it wasn't enough.

I wonder if there's a way to enhance Conan's aura, so that Conan is in charge of triggering cases while the other person takes away the magnetic field and solves the case at lightning speed. After all, Conan's case-solving is too verbose; by the time he finishes explaining, the next case might already be coming up.

Sitting in the car, Conan felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but shiver.

Ran quickly hugged him and asked with concern, "Conan, what's wrong? Are you cold?"

After saying that, she touched his hands and face to see if he had caught a cold.

Conan sat on Ran's lap with a blush on his face, letting her hands touch and pinch his body.

"Hey Conan, why is your face so hot? Did you catch a cold and get a fever at the temple?" Ran asked worriedly.

Chu Ming suppressed a laugh and pulled Conan out of his arms: "It's okay, it shouldn't be from catching a cold, I have a way."

After saying that, he put Conan, whom he had pulled out, on his other side, away from Ran.

Conan suppressed his urge to kill Chu Ming and stared at him silently.

Chu Ming pretended not to see it and solemnly greeted Xiao Lan: "Hmm, Xiao Lan, look, isn't his face no longer red?"

"Really? Brother Chu Ming, you're amazing! You can do everything!"