Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chu Ming chuckled awkwardly, "Uncle Mori and the others are asleep, so we started playing cards to keep ourselves awake..."

As everyone knows, there is only one police officer in Tokyo within the world of Detective Conan.

"Honestly, that unreliable Mori! He's sleeping soundly while leaving the kids here to watch over things!" Inspector Megure quickly arranged for the others to go to sleep, then angrily went to wake Mori up.

The group hadn't slept all night and were indeed exhausted. Without saying a word, they lay down on their bedding and fell into a deep sleep.

—Except for Chu Ming.

The police had just arrived, and there were people coming and going. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as Gin's situation, his vigilance prevented him from sleeping, so he simply followed the police to investigate.

Perhaps because they had worked together on several cases and Chu Ming had performed quite well, Inspector Megure did not stop him.

Kogoro Mouri opened his eyes and was met with Inspector Megure's large face. He jumped up and said, "Hahaha, Inspector Megure, it's you again! I've already caught the criminal!"

"What?! This time it's so fast?"

Inspector Megure looked at Secretary Hirata, who was slumped to the side and dozing off, and went over to pick him up.

Suddenly awakened, Hirata, who was in police custody, cried out, "It wasn't me! I didn't kill him!"

Inspector Megure turned around: "Mouri, Fujino-kun just gave me a sheet of music. Please tell me the details of yesterday's events first. I'm going to investigate now, and you can come along and help me out."

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Xiao Lan and the others slept until 5 p.m., during which time Chu Ming also leaned against the wall and dozed off.

"How did it go, Uncle Mori? Did you find out anything? Is that Secretary Hirata the murderer?" Chu Ming asked as he saw Kogoro Mori walking out with his hands in his pockets and a furrowed brow.

"It can't be that quick. There were 38 people attending the ceremony; it won't end so easily. Secretary Hirata didn't leave during the ceremony, so he has a clear alibi. It shouldn't be a murder. Sigh, the trail has gone cold again..."

"What? I thought the case was solved right away. What was he doing hiding there?"

"He said he saw the light and went over there, but who knows..." After finding out that he wasn't the murderer, Kogoro Mouri stopped dwelling on the question.

Asai Narumi stood up, pointed to herself, and asked, "What is my order?"

"You were tired last night, so you're last in the order."

Cheng Shi nodded: "I'll go wash my face before it's my turn, I'm so sleepy."

Hearing the voices coming from the interrogation room, Chu Ming yawned. How long would this case take? He was so sleepy... If it weren't for the points, he would have already secretly taken them all out with one shot each. Thankfully, Cheng Shi was finally ready to make his move.

Chu Ming let out a soft sigh and leaned back against the wall, relaxing himself.

Time ticked by, and the interrogation was finally drawing to a close. Just then, Conan seemed to notice something and excused himself to go to the restroom.

To avoid becoming a suspect, Chu Ming stayed by Xiao Lan's side and didn't move.

Shortly after Conan left, melodious piano music suddenly came over the radio.

—It's moonlight again.

"Something's happened!" Kogoro Mori shouted and ran towards the broadcasting room.

In the broadcasting room, Ken Nishimoto collapsed to the ground in terror. Conan stood blankly at the door. Chu Ming rushed to the front and followed Conan's gaze inside. Village Chief Kuroiwa lay in front of the broadcasting station, a dagger sticking out of his back. Accompanying the corpse was the continuous sound of piano music.

Conan gritted his teeth and slammed his fist against the wall. Damn it, how could this murderer be so arrogant? He even dared to commit a crime in front of the police!

Inspector Megure was also furious; this was a provocation against the police!

"Officer! We've found a musical score drawn in blood here!"

Kogoro Mouri crouched down and stroked his chin: "Could this also be a death message left by the victim?"

Conan pulled out his notebook and started writing furiously, retorting without looking up, "How is that possible? If he had the time and energy to write this in his own blood, why didn't he run out to ask for help? So this must have been left by the murderer..."

Enraged, Kogoro Mouri punched Conan on the head: "You talk too much nonsense—hey!!"

Conan used too much force and fell directly onto the sheet music drawn in blood.

Inspector Megure was startled and yelled at Kogoro Mouri.

"Damn it! Don't destroy important evidence!"

Kogoro Mouri hurriedly pulled Conan up, while Chu Ming watched them shout and yell, even making beautiful noises.

"It's okay, the scene wasn't disturbed, stop shouting."

Kogoro Mouri breathed a sigh of relief, then, pointing at Conan, said, "Alright, you brat, stop causing trouble! Get out of here!"

Conan scoffed, and Chu Ming, suppressing a laugh, led him outside.

The two huddled in a corner and began exchanging information in hushed tones.

"Inspector Megure sent people to guard this place today. The only people who were still here around 6 o'clock are the same few people who are here now, which means the suspect is among them."

Conan peeked into the lobby and saw Inspector Megure already questioning several suspects.

"Brother Chu Ming, I suspect the time of death might be even earlier—"

Chu Ming calmly replied, "—Because the bloodstains have dried."

Conan nodded vigorously. It was indeed enjoyable to discuss ideas with someone who could follow his train of thought.

Chu Ming looked at Conan, who was looking at him with an approving expression, and muttered to himself.

I also know the murderer is Narumi, but I'm not telling you, hey, just kidding~

Chapter 22 My Big Brother Will Definitely Praise Me

What exactly do the rise and fall signs represent?

"There must be some connection between these two!"

"Isn't that obvious? I know it's definitely related, but I can't read sheet music. Didn't you learn piano in Hawaii?"

"What? They teach this in Hawaii—Brother Chu Ming, how did you know I've been to Hawaii?"

“I heard you talking to your sister Xiaolan before.”

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Ran looked around boredly and saw Conan and Chu Ming whispering to each other with their heads close together, so she went over to them.

"Brother Chu Ming, Conan, what are you two discussing?"

When he saw Ran come over, Chu Ming remembered that she should be able to play the piano, so he pointed to the sheet music that Conan had copied down and asked her about it.

"Xiaolan, do you know what these represent?"

Xiaolan looked at it carefully: "In terms of a piano, it refers to the black keyboard."

"Keyboard?" Conan fell into deep thought again.

Unable to decipher the notes on the sheet music, Chu Ming could only squat on the ground, resting his chin on his hand, and watch as several suspects in the distance accused each other.

Suddenly Conan's voice rang out.

"Do you understand? You're next."

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

Conan's eyes sparkled: "This code is very simple if you know the trick. Start from the left side of the piano keyboard and fill in the English letters in order. Then write the message you want to convey on the sheet music in the form of phonetic notes. Based on this clue, you can read the sheet music from the scene where Mr. Kawashima was murdered—understand? You're next."

Kogoro Mori quickly pressed, "What about the one that was written in blood just now?!"

“The resentment of sin is eliminated here.”

"A sinful resentment? Could it be that of the pianist who committed suicide by setting himself on fire?"

Ken Nishimoto screamed in terror.

"It's that guy! Keiji Aso is still alive!!"

“He is indeed dead.” The old policeman who suddenly pushed open the door heard Nishimoto Ken’s shout. “The bones and teeth found at the scene of the fire have been compared and confirmed to be those of his family. Everything was burned at the time, except for the sheet music in the fireproof safe.”

"Where are they? Where are those sheet music pieces now?!"

"It's in the warehouse, but the key is still at the police station..."

Inspector Megure, in a fit of rage, clenched his fist and yelled, "Then hurry up and get it!!"

The poor old policeman was forced to run away again as soon as he arrived.

Conan hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Wait a minute, officer! I'll go with you!"

Chu Ming originally wanted to go with them, but after thinking about it, he gave up and secretly left the crowd under the pretext of going to the toilet.

He used the universal key he had redeemed to open the warehouse door, went straight to the cabinet containing the sheet music, and put the sheet music into the system warehouse.

Ultimately, there was a certain appreciation for talent. The organization actually needed someone like Asai Narumi; he was bold, meticulous, thoughtful, and very deceptive.

After restoring everything to its original state, Chu Ming quietly withdrew. Just as he was about to rejoin the main group, he heard some rustling sounds coming from behind.

—It's Ken Nishimoto.

He went straight to the warehouse, paced back and forth like a trapped beast, then suddenly stopped, nervously biting his hand, his back to the door, seemingly lost in thought.

At this moment, Cheng Shi quietly came out, suddenly put the rope in his hand around his neck and tightened it backward. Nishimoto Ken's eyes bulged out. Long-term drug use had caused his physical condition to deteriorate rapidly, and he had no resistance at all. Before long, his hands fell down. Chu Ming, who was hiding to the side, was satisfied to get a fresh magnetic field.

He emerged from the shadows, startling Narumi, who was laying out sheet music. She then lowered her eyes and said, "So you've been discovered... Well, I've already avenged myself."

Chu Ming handed over the sheet music he had found in the warehouse: "Your father actually hopes that you can live a good life."

Narumi took the sheet music and gave a bitter smile: "It's too late. My hands are already stained with blood, and I reckon the detective will find me soon..."

Chu Ming looked at her and thought for a moment: "Would you like to join our organization? If you're willing, I can help you. Our organization has little work, high pay, generous salaries, considerate leaders, and harmonious colleagues. It's just a bit dangerous. Have you ever heard of unlicensed doctors?"