Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Conan felt a little guilty. He had promised Chu Ming that he wouldn't act impulsively, but this time he couldn't resist secretly following the Black Organization members.

Vermouth only impersonated Chu Ming to find Conan on a whim. Ever since she saw Shinichi Kudo's death confirmed on Gin's APTX-4869 list, she has refused to believe it and wanted to find out the truth.

She used to be a close friend of Shinichi Kudo's mother, Yukiko Kudo, and the two of them studied disguise under the same teacher, so she had seen what Shinichi Kudo looked like when he was a child.

When she first saw Conan, she felt he looked very familiar. After hearing Conan's voice in Chu Ming's earphones last time, she planned to impersonate Chu Ming to get close to Conan and see if she could find any flaws.

Because she was unsure about how Chu Ming and Conan would get along, Vermouth could only treat Conan with an ambiguous attitude.

"What you're doing is too dangerous!"

Hearing Chu Ming's accusation, Conan squatted down on the ground, feeling dejected: "There's nothing I can do, I'm just a little unwilling..."

"So you're going to chase after him to thank him for saving your life?" Vermouth carefully chose her words, trying to answer Conan with ambiguous statements while still trying to glean information.

Conan stood up, annoyed: "Brother Chu Ming, please stop mocking me..."

"You know perfectly well what they are—"

Vermouth deliberately spoke vaguely, wanting Conan to respond.

"What do I know?" Conan puffed out his cheeks. "He went too far, trying to steal Ran-neechan! Chu Ming-ge, didn't you see the way he looked at Ran-neechan on the ship last time? Ran-neechan is already taken! But we haven't heard from Shinichi-nii-san in ages...sigh..."

Vermouth was taken aback by Conan's sudden childish words, and it was this moment of surprise that made Conan completely certain that the person in front of him was not Chu Ming.

Haibara had mentioned to him before that she was the one who confirmed Shinichi Kudo's death. After the organization confirmed that she, the traitor, had confirmed Shinichi Kudo's death, they might send someone to investigate.

Therefore, starting with him, a child who is easily persuaded, is undoubtedly the best option.

Too bad, huh, you've kicked a hornet's nest!

Conan, inheriting Yukiko's acting skills, completely unleashed his potential, portraying himself as a chivalrous protector who was trying to shoo away flies to protect his sister.

Chu Ming would never normally talk to him like this. If he were to be discovered secretly following someone from the organization again, Chu Ming would definitely launch into a long, scathing verbal attack.

After all, Chu Ming has been acting strangely lately, lecturing others and leaving things unsaid. Chu Ming would never do such a thing.

He only regretted that he had so few opportunities to speak; how could he have given the spotlight to someone else?

So this is definitely not Brother Chu Ming!

Conan pushed up his glasses, which reflected a glint of light.

Chu Ming, feeling uneasy, sneaked over and over, only to hear Conan earnestly trying to fool Vermouth.

...Good, as expected of you.

Unfortunately, Conan's mediocre acting skills couldn't fool Vermouth. To be precise, it was Conan's performance that made Vermouth even more certain of his identity.

After all, one second he's speaking normally, and the next he's suddenly acting cute in a high-pitched voice... Only Conan himself probably thinks it's okay.

After Conan said goodbye to Vermouth by saying he was going back to do his homework, Vermouth turned around and was about to leave from the other side when she noticed a figure standing at the alley entrance.

—Chu Ming leaned against the wall, his right leg slightly bent, his foot resting against the base of the wall, a glint of cold light flickering at his fingertips, watching her with a half-smile.

"Sister, don't touch my prey!"

Vermouth raised an eyebrow when she saw Chu Ming, who was usually silly and well-behaved in front of her, acting like this for the first time.

"What if your sister wants your prey?"

Chu Ming tilted his head and suddenly laughed: "Since you want it too, why don't we kill him together?"

Vermouth's heart skipped a beat, but her expression remained flawless, still exuding charm: "Didn't you like this child before? You saved him just to kill him?"

Chu Ming flicked his fingertips, and the blade danced between his five fingers, drawing streaks of ghostly light.

"Because this child is so interesting~ You just noticed too, right, sister? He's so precocious for his age, mature yet childish—a very contradictory person~"

"Interesting. You want to take me with you to kill him?"

Vermouth couldn't understand this line of thinking. She felt that Chu Ming had been led astray by Gin, and was now thinking about killing all the time. She wished she had taken him with her when she went abroad.

Chu Ming is sometimes crazy and sometimes stupid now, which must be because he was beaten up by Gin before.

It's all Gin's fault!!

Chapter 202 Could it be Bourbon?

Chu Ming frowned in distress: "But someone just told me that my sister has a collecting fetish and likes to collect all kinds of men and freeze them in the basement. I thought you had your eye on that kid and wanted to turn him into your collection, so I was planning to split him with my sister."

"???"

Vermouth could hardly believe her ears. What collection obsession? Who started this rumor?

A stunning beauty with countless admirers like her, does she really need to collect corpses? A bunch of living people are following her around, okay?

Someone just told you? The only person you were with just now was Bourbon…

Okay, Bourbon, is that it? You're finished!

Vermouth grinned through gritted teeth: "Sweetheart, you can't believe the words of those wicked men. It's all slander. I was just joking with you. Why would I steal your prey..."

"Alright then, I'll continue to nurture it~" Chu Ming raised an eyebrow, somewhat pleased.

Vermouth smiled gently: "Haven't been back to base for several days, have you? I'll take you home, and on the way, I can tell you what else Bourbon said to you—"

Chu Ming blinked. How did Vermouth know that Bourbon had shared the gossip with him?

However, this was Vermouth's own guess, so it shouldn't be considered something he told the person involved, right?

hiss--

Seeing Chu Ming hesitate, Vermouth showed a slightly hurt expression: "Sweetheart has grown up and has her own social life now, that's good, then I won't interfere too much with you—"

"..."

That phrase sounds so familiar—

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Chu Ming took Vermouth to the base. He didn't want to betray Bourbon, but it was too painful to hear the gossip and have to digest it himself instead of sharing it with others.

This has absolutely nothing to do with whether your mouth is sealed or not!

That's right!

And he didn't say that Bourbon told him; Vermouth figured it all out herself. You can't blame him for that.

So on his way back to the base, Chu Ming shared most of the relevant gossip with Vermouth. He also asked Vermouth with great interest whether there was any grudge or love affair between her and Gin, and whether Gin had ever suffered heartbreak.

Vermouth's lips twitched: "Gin? Who could possibly have any grudges or entanglements with him? With his personality and attitude, it's impossible... But it seems there were a few members in the organization who didn't know the truth and were quite infatuated with Gin before..."

but--

Vermouth fell into deep thought. This whole thing—giving her and Gin Anne all sorts of strange personas—was remarkably similar to the novels on the dark web…

Could those novels be by Bourbon?

Vermouth's eyes flickered slightly, sensing that she knew the truth.

Although that dark-skinned guy was quite valued by Rum in the intelligence group, he now dared to instill some strange knowledge in Chu Ming just because he was teamed up with him...

Hmph, I have to tell Gin about this! Uh—I won't tell him about the novel; it'll be most interesting if he discovers it himself.

People like Bourbon should be given more tasks by Gin, so they won't have so much time to think about this useless gossip!

--base--

Gin walked in through the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips and reeking of blood. Vodka was beside him, reporting something to him.

When the two saw Chu Ming sitting on the sofa in the hall, eagerly waiting, they both paused for a moment.

Chu Ming smiled and waved: "Big brother~ Vodka~ Long time no see~"

Vodka blurted out, "Why are you back?"

???

Chu Ming's smile vanished, his face suddenly darkening: "Should I have come back?"

Vodka quickly shook his head, stammering for a while, "No, no, no, I'm just... just a little surprised—"

"Hmph!" Chu Ming turned his head away arrogantly, then turned back with ill intent.

"Never mind, I learned a new skill while I was away these past few days, called 'Hiding a Pig in a Smile,' Vodka, do you want to see it?"

Vodka flinched at the word "talent," instinctively wanting to refuse, but seeing Chu Ming's smiling face, he didn't dare...

At this moment, Gin, having been called by Vermouth, was already heading towards the office inside when Chu Ming mentioned he was going to perform, and the two of them turned around.

Seeing that the three of them were looking at him, Chu Ming opened his mouth and let out a dry laugh: "Hahahaha vodka haha ​​...

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Gin instantly understood Chu Ming's meaning. He was almost driven away by Chu Ming's emotionless dry laughter. He continued walking forward with Vermouth, cigarette dangling from his lips, speechless. He shouldn't have turned back!

Vodka was stunned for a long time before he realized that Chu Ming was mocking him as a pig, and he stared at Chu Ming with a completely bewildered expression.

Chu Ming stared at him menacingly: "What are you looking at? Why aren't you smiling! Is this talent not interesting? I repaid evil with kindness, and you don't even appreciate it?"

Vodka really wanted to be tough and tell him to get lost; why would he laugh after being called a pig?

Even if he were beaten to death today and carried out of the base, he would never—