Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"Sweetie, we'll play when we get back. We have all kinds of target plates at home, I'll take you to play as many as you want when we get back."

After finally managing to persuade Chu Ming to go back, Vermouth took a sip of her drink. "Did Gin come by tractor? Why isn't he here yet?"

"Uncle!! Hurry up and go, or Sister Xiaolan will scold you!"

The childish voice rang out, and Vermouth's hand, which was poking Chu Ming's cheek, froze instantly.

"Stop nagging! I already told you I'm working. Go back and tell your sister Ran that Uncle Kogoro is working on a very important case! He absolutely cannot leave halfway through!"

"Sister Xiaolan said you always say you have work to do, but you're really just planning to drink!"

"You damn brat!" Kogoro Mori's furious voice rang out.

Vermouth was almost going crazy. Why did her godson have to show up at this time?

Chapter 272 Young Master, Time to Take Your Medicine

Upon hearing this voice, not only Vermouth reacted, but Chu Ming also discovered that his DNA had been activated.

He was no longer stiff this time. Ignoring Vermouth's attempts to stop him, he walked straight to the two of them, sat down next to Kogoro Mouri, and stared intently at him.

Kogoro Mouri was speaking when he noticed someone standing next to him. He turned around, about to say something, but when he met Chu Ming's beautiful face, he blushed instantly. He loosened his tie and cleared his throat: "This beautiful lady, I am Kogoro Mouri. Would you do me the honor of buying me a drink?"

Chu Mingqing stared at him intently, then shook her head: "You don't."

Just as Conan was chuckling to himself, Chu Ming suddenly turned his gaze to him and brought his face close to his: "You look kind of familiar."

Conan was startled by the sudden beauty overload, took two steps back, and chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, really... Sis, are you drunk?"

Chu Ming shook his head decisively, gesturing with his hands a few times: "No, I only drank this little bit, just this little bit..."

"Hey, hey, is this what drunkenness looks like?" Conan couldn't help but retort.

"Then, sister, do you have any friends who came here with you—" Conan was interrupted by Chu Ming's unexpected words halfway through his sentence.

"I remember now! You are Si—"

Vermouth didn't know what Chu Ming was going to say, but stopping him was the right thing to do, so she stepped forward and covered Chu Ming's mouth: "I'm sorry, my sweetheart is drunk, I'll take him to rest."

Conan looked at the woman in front of him, who was struggling to break free of her restraints, and then recalled the half-sound she had just uttered. He frowned slightly.

How could anyone not know the famous detective Kogoro Mouri, but instead know this unknown child?

And what was she trying to say? What am I?

Meeting Conan's suspicious gaze, Vermouth couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. The situation was getting out of control. Maybe... she should call Gin and the others and tell them not to come at all?

Otherwise, Conan would definitely go crazy.

Chu Ming struggled to pry Vermouth's hand away and bravely finished speaking: "I know you!! You're a washing machine!!!"

???

Conan looked at himself blankly. How did he resemble a drum? Why would they say he was a washing machine?

Vermouth thought Chu Ming was about to say something he shouldn't have, so she rushed up to stop him, but this is what happened.

Conan blinked his big eyes and said cutely, "Why did you say I'm a washing machine, sister?"

"Because that's your name." Chu Ming said with a serious expression, as if he were stating a truth.

Conan was speechless. Why was he arguing with a drunkard?

Taking advantage of Vermouth's inattention, Chu Ming escaped her grasp, sat back down next to Kogoro Mouri, and picked up the drink from Kogoro's hand.

"Is this gin? Is it good?"

Kogoro Mori nodded repeatedly: "It's delicious, you should try it if you don't believe me."

Seeing that Chu Ming was about to drink straight from the bottle, Vermouth took a few steps forward to stop him, but Chu Ming dodged her, and his body became agile again.

"No, sweetheart, you really can't drink this. Mr. Mori, please help me persuade her too, she... wait!!!!"

Vermouth's fighting skills were inferior to Chu Ming's, so even with her quick reflexes, she couldn't stop him before he drank.

With a headache, she snatched the wine bottle that Chu Ming had put down, preparing to give him a chop to the neck before he could react.

Just as she raised her hand to smash it down with a whoosh, Chu Ming suddenly grabbed it. She was spinning around and about to fall to the ground, but luckily she reacted quickly and spun around, taking a few steps back.

When we were reviewing the security footage, it seemed like Vodka was being tossed around like this several times. Before, he was just a little tipsy, but this time he was really drunk!

"It's over..." Vermouth was shocked and quickly called the bar manager to signal for the area to be cleared out.

"Oh ho ...

After Chu Ming shook off Vermouth, he immediately started twisting and turning on the spot, suddenly letting out a maniacal laugh.

"..." Vermouth originally wanted to cover her face and pretend she didn't know him, but when she realized that she wasn't using her own face this time, she immediately relaxed. There was no other way but to relax. She had planned it well beforehand, in case he went on a drunken rampage, she would knock him out and take him away. But she never expected that knocking him out would be so technically demanding... She guessed only Gin could handle this job.

"What... what's wrong with this young lady?" Kogoro Mouri was startled by the sudden change, and Conan's lips twitched as he stood to the side.

"He's drunk and acting crazy..." Vermouth looked around and saw that most of the people in the bar had left after being advised to do so, except for the president who had just been arguing with someone and Kogoro Mouri.

After Chu Ming finished playing the nine-tailed fox, he suddenly stopped moving. Vermouth thought he was done and quickly handed him the hangover soup she had just cooked: "Drink it while it's hot."

Looking at the medicine that was handed to him, Chu Ming suddenly sat down in his seat, tears welling up in his eyes: "Is this just for me, or do all the other girls get some?"

Before Vermouth could think of a reply, Chu Ming pretended to wipe away his tears: "Never mind, I knew it. Others wouldn't give me their leftovers."

"No one else drank it, so it's all yours. I brought it to you as soon as it was cooked." Vermouth shoved the bowl into Chu Ming's hands. "Drink it quickly."

Chu Ming held the bowl, his eyes filled with reluctance and sadness: "Big Brother, it's time to drink your medicine~"

Then, he forcibly restrained Conan and slowly brought the bowl to his lips.

Conan tilted his head back as far as he could.

"Ah—President, President!!!" A sudden commotion broke out around them.

A wisp of magnetic field was drawn to Chu Ming's side. As the magnetic field was absorbed, Chu Ming felt his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

The magnetic field washes over you, and even the heaviest alcohol will sober you up.

When he came to his senses, he found himself holding a large bowl, about to pinch Conan's face and force-feed it to him. Conan struggled fiercely, and Vermouth, holding Erkang's outstretched hand, didn't know how to stop him.

Chapter 273 If the child is quiet, he must be acting like a monster

The arrow is already on the bowstring; if we don't release it now, won't we break our own hand?

Besides, it's more suspicious if someone who's been acting crazy while drunk suddenly stops, okay?

So, since they've already started acting crazy while drunk, let's have some fun while we're at it.

Chu Ming glanced at his current position with Conan. He was half-squatting on the ground, with one arm around Conan and the other holding a bowl to his mouth. Conan was forced to put his waist on Chu Ming's arm and lean back desperately, almost performing a backbend for everyone.

Chu Ming regretfully let go of Conan's hand, letting him fall freely. Then, holding the bowl, he lamented to himself, "Never mind, Da Lang probably thinks my soup isn't as fragrant as the other girls'. From today onwards, I won't bother Da Lang anymore. I'm going to find that Ximen Qing!"

Then, with a leisurely air, he got up, picked up the bowl, and sat back down at the table.

Vermouth resignedly stepped forward to clean up his mess, quickly helping Conan, who had suddenly fallen to the ground clutching his head and looking bewildered, to his feet: "Little brother, are you alright? She was drunk, she didn't do it on purpose... Does your head hurt?"

Conan was speechless. Before he could say anything, Kogoro Mouri waved his hand and said, "It's alright. This young lady is so pretty, she definitely didn't do it on purpose. Conan is tough, he'll be fine after a fall."

Feeling the points increasing due to Conan's emotional fluctuations, Chu Ming felt he couldn't show that he was already awake.

Meanwhile, Kogure Monpei, who had finally managed to kill the president, was kneeling beside him, yelling and trying to attract everyone's attention. He couldn't help but want to complain about the lively scene on the other side.

Someone here has died! Aren't you going to come and see?

Fortunately, Kogoro Mouri remembered that he was a detective and recalled that someone had just shouted nearby. He quickly directed the others to disperse.

"Call the police immediately. You guys stay away from the club president, he's already dead."

Call the police? Will the police arrive soon? A case has occurred; it's clearly impossible to take Chu Ming away at this point.

Vermouth looked at Chu Ming with some concern. He had just made a fuss, but now he had quieted down again. She hoped that when the police arrived, Chu Ming wouldn't suddenly start causing trouble again.

A short while later, the police car arrived at the bar entrance.

"It's you again... What are you doing at a murder scene again?" Inspector Megure gritted his teeth. "Can't you just stay home and behave yourself!"

"Hahaha, as a famous detective, I'm constantly being approached by cases, which is quite a hassle, hahaha..." Kogoro Mouri scratched his head and laughed heartily.

"..."

A forensic officer standing nearby pointed to the red dot on Shuji Usuda's neck: "The deceased likely died of asphyxiation caused by neurotoxins. The red dot on his neck was probably caused by a sharp object coated with poison being inserted into his neck."

"Have all the suspects been questioned?"

"We've questioned everyone. Besides the three colleagues who were sitting next to the deceased, the only other people present were the bartender, Mr. Mori, Conan, and the man and woman over there. But the woman wasn't very cooperative with the investigation. Her companion said she was drunk..."

"Drunk?" Inspector Megure stepped forward suspiciously, preparing to question her personally. "Miss, hello, please cooperate with our investigation."

Chu Ming remained seated, then turned his head and whispered to Inspector Megure, "Shh, don't talk in class, the teacher is watching you."

"..."

Inspector Megure could only turn to Vermouth and ask, "Sir, where were you when the incident occurred, and what were you doing?"

Vermouth could only repeat what she had just told the police officer: "My name is Yoshikawa Ichiro, and this is my friend Baili Ranko. Today, I was planning to bring her to try the peach-flavored cocktail that this bar recently launched, which is suitable for women. However, she couldn't hold her liquor. When the incident occurred, my companion was acting drunk and I was completely focused on her. I didn't notice anything else at all. You can ask Detective Mouri about this, officer."

Kogoro Mouri, who had followed, nodded: "Indeed, at that time, Miss Baili... uh, when she was still drunk, she was grabbing Conan to give him water. We were all trying to dissuade her, so we hardly noticed what was behind us."

Having confirmed that the two were not suspects, Inspector Megure didn't linger there and continued searching for clues.

Seeing that Chu Ming was sitting obediently and that her godson had already started investigating the case, Vermouth suddenly felt a little itchy and began to lean over there involuntarily. Then she leaned over more and more until she was completely squeezed over there.

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