Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"Inspector Megure, I know the truth!!" Kogoro Mouri's excited voice rang out, "I think the murderer must be the customer who just had a conflict with the victim. After committing the crime, he took the murder weapon with him, which is why we couldn't find it in the store!!"

"That's what I think, but that's not actually the case!" Kogoro Mouri's voice suddenly rang out from around the corner. Chu Ming glanced at Conan hiding behind him out of the corner of his eye. Wasn't this a bit too blatant? He was still sitting here! Couldn't he at least show some respect for a drunk person?

"It's actually quite simple to get the murder weapon out of our sight, Officer Takagi. Did you buy the bath bomb I asked you to buy earlier?"

"I bought it, I bought it." Officer Takagi took a whole bag of bath sponges out of the plastic bag and placed it on the table.

"Okay, Conan! Do the experiment as I just told you."

"Okay~" Conan, who had instantly switched voices, ran out from behind Chu Ming and focused intently on demonstrating to everyone what a film canister rocket was, first how much water to put in, then how to put the ball in, and then...

After he finally finished his demonstration and turned to head back to his usual spot, he was horrified to find that Miss Baili, who had been sitting quietly in the same place, had somehow gotten close to Kogoro Mouri and, while Kogoro was unconscious from the tranquilizer dart, had already stuck seven or eight little pigtails sticking out of his head!

Vermouth, who already knew Kogoro Mouri had been drugged by Conan and was watching Conan's experiment with a doting smile, was even more startled. Wasn't Chu Ming just sitting there a moment ago? How did he suddenly appear here?

Sure enough, when a child is quiet, they must be up to no good.

"Ah—Sister Bai-Bai-Li, what are you... what are you doing?" Conan asked in surprise.

"?" Chu Ming tilted his head, pretending to be cute, and said in a childish voice, "I only braided his hair after he agreed~ I asked him if he wanted it done, and he nodded before I started."

"How... how did Uncle Mori agree?" Conan hesitated. Could it be that Uncle Mori didn't faint?

Chu Ming cupped Kogoro Mouri's head in his hands: "Little Flower, Little Flower, can I braid your hair?"

Then he shook it up and down manually, and said in a rough voice, "Okay."

Taking two steps back, Chu Ming looked completely innocent: "That's exactly what he agreed to."

Chapter 274 Are you sober now?

Conan immediately switched to Kogoro Mouri's account to salvage the situation: "I was so engrossed in watching Conan's experiment that I didn't notice you getting close... Stop shaking my head, I don't need any more injections..."

After finishing, he forcefully steered the conversation back on track: "That's how it was done. The murderer fixed the weapon to the film canister with clay and used the gas generated by the bath sponge to push the film canister upwards until the weapon was embedded in the ceiling above. A weapon that can be pushed with that much force can't be very big, like the dart needle that Mr. Kogure Monpei carried. Am I right, Mr. Kogure Monpei? To hide it, you even used a poster to cover it up and adjusted the trajectory using a poster tube."

"The murder weapon is right here...?"

Conan, holding up the ribbon, looked up: "It's on the ceiling, of course—hiss!"

As Conan's gaze moved upwards, he noticed someone crouching beside him. This person was curiously resting their head on his shoulder, whispering in a low voice, "What are you doing? Are you here to search for treasure too?"

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly put the ribbon back, chuckling awkwardly, "Ha, hahaha, yeah, haha, I'm on a treasure hunt, haha... I'll go look somewhere else, haha..."

Chu Ming looked at Conan, whose voice was trembling with fright, and was laughing his head off inside, but he didn't show it on his face at all: "What is this? It's really nice. Can I borrow it to wear?"

Chu Ming pointed to the bow tie on Conan's collar, then to the top of his own head, and continued, "My head is just empty."

"..." Conan steeled his heart and, for the sake of his identity, squatted down to protect the bow. "Waaaaah, but sister, I like this bow too, waaaaaah."

Conan's fake crying attracted Vermouth. She forcibly suppressed her smile, picked up Conan, and patted his head: "Don't cry, that older sister won't take your things."

While chatting and laughing, Inspector Megure had already handcuffed the culprit. He told Kogoro Mouri that they would finish taking all the statements from this week together over the weekend, and then he and everyone else left first, leaving Conan waiting in the bar for the still sleepy Kogoro Mouri.

Protecting his voice-changing bowtie, Conan watched as Vermouth coaxed and tricked Chu Ming into sitting back down, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He would never come to the bar to see his uncle again.

People who have been drinking are really scary...

Suddenly, his expression changed. He hid slightly to the side next to Kogoro Mouri and saw two men in black stride confidently into the bar.

Gin, vodka!!!

How did they get here?

Conan looked around at himself. Since he had only come out to find Uncle Mori to go back for dinner, he only brought his usual tranquilizer watch and no other tools.

Unfortunately, the anesthesia watch had just been used up!

What exactly are they here for? Are they here to kill someone? Or are they just here to drink?

Just as Conan was hiding to the side, his face full of shock and his heart pounding, he saw Miss Baili, who had finally been calmed down by Mr. Yoshikawa, flutter towards Gin like a light butterfly, then fall down at Gin's feet, hugging his leg tightly, shouting, "Ximen Qing! You've come!!"

Oh no, Miss Bailey is in danger!!

Just as Conan gritted his teeth and prepared to run out to save her, he was shocked to find that the ruthless man codenamed Gin did not kick her away, but instead let her hug his leg.

What's going on?

Conan quietly crouched down, preparing to continue observing.

"Ximen Qing, are you here to elope with me?" Chu Ming sat on the ground, clutching the hem of Qin Jiu's trench coat, looking up at him with a face full of sorrow. "I've waited for you for so long—for you, I've dug up wild vegetables for eighteen years and guarded the cold cave for eighteen years..."

"..." Gin's face turned dark with anger at Chu Ming's look at him like he was a heartless man. "Get up!"

"No!! You're yelling at me! I'd better go back to find my beloved brother! Brother, brother, where are you? Brother—"

Seeing Chu Ming preparing to climb in his direction, Conan was so frightened that he lost all his composure and shrank back even further to Kogoro Mouri's feet.

Vermouth also gave up watching the drama unfold and quickly came over to stop Chu Ming: "Sweetheart, Da Lang has already left. Why don't you go with Simon—cough cough—with Gin?"

Stung by Gin's sinister gaze, Vermouth readily changed her tune. She knew that Gin was a little angry about her taking Chu Ming to a bar and making him drink alcohol. This man was always petty, so it was best not to provoke him for the time being.

"Da Lang didn't leave, he's playing hide-and-seek with me~" Chu Ming pointed precisely at Conan hiding under the chair, and beckoned, "Da Lang, come out and play!"

Conan, exposed to Gin after being exposed by Chu Ming, was terrified. His emotional value rapidly turned into points, causing Chu Ming's points to rise continuously.

"Sis, sister..." Conan peeked out like a quail, on the verge of tears. He shouldn't have come to the bar today!! From now on, bars will be off-limits to him!!!

Vermouth's heart was in her throat. She was already imagining what excuse she should make up and which door she should use to escape if Gin found out that the child looked like Shinichi Kudo.

Gin, on the other hand, glanced at Conan briefly and then ignored him, bending down and lifting Chu Ming up by the waist: "Let's go."

Chu Ming clung to Gin's hand like a giant doll, while his other hand stretched out towards Conan: "Dong Lang~ Dong Lang~ Even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite, I will never! part! from! you!"

Conan took several steps back.

Gin ignored him, pretending he didn't have ears, and continued to drag him out.

Feeling his points increase, Chu Ming pressed on, turning to Gin and sobbing, "How could you be so heartless, so cruel, so unreasonable? Dong Lang and I vowed to grow old together. I loved him, respected him, and admired him. We watched the snow, the stars, and the moon together, discussing everything from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life, from the origins of animals to the end of the world. We were so—"

Before he could even leave the bar, before he could finish speaking, Gin abruptly abandoned him.

Gin wouldn't be planning to beat him up here, would he?

This isn't appropriate! Conan is still here, and she's still a pretty young girl. She has her pride!

Gin's gaze swept over him, and a murderous smile suddenly appeared on his lips: "Are you sober now?"

!!!

Oh no, oh no!!!

Chapter 275 Dad's Good Son

Chu Ming landed firmly on his feet. He didn't know how Gin had figured it out, but what if Gin was bluffing him? In situations like this, it was even more important to stay calm...

Keep Chu Ming calm, your acting is flawless!!! Absolutely, absolutely no flaws!!!

Stay calm, he's definitely lying to you, don't be fooled!

So even though Chu Ming's heart was in turmoil, he maintained the status quo on the surface.

Chu Ming raised his head, tilted it, and chuckled foolishly, his eyes revealing a clear naivety: "Hehe, I'm not drunk."

Then, pinching the end of Gin's hair, she flicked it upwards with her fingers: "You must be using Pantene, so ordinary yet so confident~"

Gin was caught off guard and almost got his face covered in strands of hair that he had thrown up. His face darkened, and he didn't want to say anything more to him. He reached for the gun at his waist, but after glancing at Conan, who was sneaking around, he silently rolled up his sleeves instead.

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Knock!! You're showing no sportsmanship, resorting to torture to extract confessions!! This is inhumane!!

Chu Ming took two steps back, then realized he shouldn't have... because a drunk person shouldn't be afraid...

QAQ Is there still a chance for him to rewind and start over?

Chu Ming gave a sheepish laugh to Gin, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and made a big heart shape with his hands over his heart: "Gin-sama, Bailey's loves you! (。?ω?)ノ?"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out.

What a joke! What Baileys does has absolutely nothing to do with Glenbury.

Even if you don't run away, Gin will interrupt you.

Vermouth strolled off to ride her motorcycle, and Gin, after Chu Ming ran off, also called Vodka to leave, without even thinking of taking her along the way. What a petty man, he has no chivalry whatsoever.

Conan saw that he had encountered four members of the organization at once, but this time he had no intention of following them. He thought he might not have woken up properly... otherwise, how could he have witnessed such a horrifying scene?

Without waiting for the still-sleeping Kogoro Mouri, Conan dragged himself to Professor Agasa's house, called Ran to tell her he was going to play at the professor's house for a while, and then told Ai Haibara about his encounter with Gin that day.

Seeing Ai Haibara's pupils lose their luster from fear, Conan, with a bewildered expression, recounted the details to her and asked, "Have you seen this Bailey's before?"

Ai Haibara shook her head blankly: "No, maybe it's a new member, no,... if it's a new member, Gin shouldn't be like this... are you sure you saw Gin?"

“I will never mistake Gin for someone else,” Conan said firmly.

Ai Haibara fell into deep thought. After she escaped, what dramatic change occurred within the organization?

First, there was Bourbon in a revealing crop top, then there was the suspected new member who was faking drunkenness at the bar, and then there was Gin who didn't even draw his gun when faced with this kind of blatant disrespect...

……

On the other side, Chu Ming took off running, but before he could run a few steps, Vodka caught up with him in his car. As soon as the door opened, Gin dragged him into the car as if he had been kidnapped.

"Big brother!! Don't be so rough! My wig is going to fall off!!!" Chu Ming shouted loudly in the car, protecting his hair.

Looking at that face, Gin felt a throbbing pain in his head. Without saying a word, he delivered a karate chop to Chu Ming's neck, and Chu Ming fell to the ground.

Seeing Gin lower his head to look at the intelligence, Chu Ming quietly opened his eyes. He had recently gained a lot from his magnetic field and was no longer the same as when he was drunk last time. Gin's chop to the neck had not knocked him unconscious at all. He just fell down and let Gin calm down.