Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

“Then make a call and check.” Chu Ming pointed to the phone on the side. “The phones here are all encrypted, so don’t worry about being tracked. I’m going downstairs to get something. We’ll come over after you make the call.”

Vodka was exceptionally skilled at making threatening phone calls, so Chu Ming didn't worry about it anymore. He went directly to the basement to get the equipment he would need later, and by the time he came back up, Vodka had already hung up.

When Vodka saw Chu Ming come up, he desperately tried to convince himself that this was his older brother, this was his older brother, this was his older brother. Then he calmly turned around and asked Chu Ming for credit: "B-brother, we've already arranged a time to meet at four in the morning in front of the lockers in the basement of Xianqiao Station."

Chu Ming nodded. He remembered that just before Conan arrived to meet him, he had captured a jewel thief, used up all his equipment, and was still preparing to fight him head-on. If Gin hadn't inexplicably failed to open the cabinet at the last moment, Detective Conan would probably have ended right then and there.

"Brother, I've also arranged for outside members to surround and flank him. That old bastard Itakura suddenly changed the agreed time, maybe he wanted to call the cops over to embolden him. After this deal is over, he won't be of any use anymore, so we can take care of him then."

Chu Ming waved his hand: "What are you afraid of? If he calls the cops, we'll rush in and kill them all. I'll take care of the killing, and you take care of the killing."

???

!!!

Vodka's eyes widened in horror. "Brother! Help me!" Granburg had finally revealed his intentions; he really wanted to kill me!

No one knew what Vodka was imagining, nor did they see his pupils dilate violently, since he was wearing sunglasses the whole time.

Chu Ming gestured for him to leave, since the transaction was scheduled to begin in an hour.

Chu Ming jumped into the driver's seat before Vodka could get there, and gestured for Vodka to sit next to him: "I'll let you enjoy yourself today, get in the car."

……

Regardless of how terrified Vodka was on the way, he finally arrived at his destination safely.

"Go check if the person has arrived yet. I'll go park the car. We can't just leave Brother's car on the street like this."

When Chu Ming parked his car and went to the basement, he saw a cigarette butt that Vodka had been holding on the ground, and his gloves were also lying on the ground. He was now picking at the tape on the software CD with his bare hands.

Chu Ming instantly understood Gin's feelings: he couldn't carry him, he really couldn't...

It gives off a Border Collie-Husky vibe.

Without wasting words, Chu Ming imitated Gin and pressed a gun directly against the back of Vodka's neck: "What are you doing?"

Vodka, holding the disk, turned around dumbfounded, momentarily stunned by the murderous aura and thinking it was really Gin in front of him: "Big brother, I found the disk..."

"Heh, you've been following me for so many years and haven't improved at all." Chu Ming took the disk from his hand with his gloved hand and gave him a light kick. "Go pick up the cigarette butt you just spat out. You've been set up. Once the cigarette butt is picked up, your blood type can be identified. Plus, the tape holding this disk together has your fingerprints on it, so your identity will be exposed!"

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Vodka's forehead as he crouched down to pick up the cigarette butt he had just spat out.

Chu Ming shook the tracker attached to the disk: "Hmph, this cunning rat actually plans to track us to the organization's base."

Vodka chimed in indignation, "That old bastard Itakura! I..."

“It wasn’t him.” Chu Ming tapped the hard drive. “I just received news that Itakura Taku is dead. Someone took advantage of the time difference and plans to make a move against the organization.”

"Could it be the FBI?"

Chu Ming shook his head: "The FBI doesn't have that much power. The news that came out is that Itakura Taku was murdered in a hotel, and it was Kogoro Mouri who solved the case. The report hasn't come out yet, so there are only a few people who know about Itakura Taku's death and can use this information. Hmph, this rat is not hard to find."

Chu Ming glanced at the system panel. Because Kogoro Mouri had just been mentioned, Conan had contributed most of his points.

Chu Ming bit off his glove and tapped it on the disk: "That rat didn't go far. The disk is still warm, which means the person is still here."

Conan huddled at the very back, watching the two organization members slowly approach him. He quietly opened the cabinet door behind him and slipped inside.

Chu Ming and Vodka checked all the way to the last cabinet, but it was still empty. Chu Ming started opening cabinet doors everywhere, opening every single one of Conan's cabinets, and only after accumulating enough emotional points did he get up and call Vodka to leave.

Conan heard the footsteps fading into the distance and quietly let out a breath. He had been holding his breath the whole time and almost passed out.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to wipe his sweat, the cabinet door creaked open.

He stiffly raised his head.

Gin, standing in front of him, was propping his chin up, blocking the doorway of the counter, staring at him with a smile on his lips.

"caught you."

!!!

It's over! It's all over!

Gotcha, little mouse!

Chapter 332 It's a dream.

Seeing Conan's eyes widen in an instant, and the points on the system panel rising rapidly, Chu Ming silently thanked Gin.

As expected, Conan was most afraid of Gin, who had hit him with a stick.

Chu Ming grinned maliciously as he dragged Conan out: "Look what I found? A sneaky little mouse. Long time no see, Shinichi Kudo. Oh no, I should call you Conan Edogawa now."

Seeing Conan's pale face and his stiff body due to the sudden change, Chu Ming reached out and pinched his mouth, pressing him firmly against the cabinet.

"Do you really think the organization can't find out your identity, Steamed Egg?"

Conan snapped out of his daze and reached for his tranquilizer watch. He suddenly remembered that he had used up the tranquilizer dart to catch the jewel thief. He struggled desperately, but the child was too weak to move at all.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. The organization needs a test subject." Chu Ming's eyes were filled with malice and madness, making Conan shudder. "But don't worry, your girlfriend and your family will go to the underworld to join you. Vodka has already gone to silence them, and you will stay in the organization's laboratory forever."

Chu Ming tightened his grip and grabbed Conan by the throat.

Conan was out of breath, his face flushed red. He weakly grabbed Chu Ming's hand, only to find that the hand that was choking him had turned into a demon's claw.

???

Before he could even wonder, he felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Ming's strength seemed great, but it was actually all skillful. Conan's face and neck didn't turn red, and there wasn't a single mark left.

He put Conan back in the cabinet as it was, then sat down on the floor and took a picture of himself and Conan using the system—no, it was a picture of Gin and Conan together, and happily made a peace sign (＾－＾)V.

Chu Ming put the photo into the system. He couldn't keep this photo on his phone anymore; he should keep it for himself and treasure it. Now it was time to go out and give Vodka a talking-to, warning him not to say things he shouldn't have.

He cleaned up the traces, restored everything to its original state, and then, looking at Conan who was still asleep with a furrowed brow, he hummed a song and happily left.

In the car, Vodka was making a phone call to inform the outer team to check if anyone had been there or if anyone was lingering nearby.

Chu Ming calmly opened the passenger door and got in. After he finished his call, Chu Ming asked, his voice full of threat, "If Big Brother asks about this today, what will you say?"

Vodka's mind only works quickly in such critical situations: "I told my brother that Granbury was with me on this mission."

Chu Ming nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's right. Don't say things you shouldn't say. Things like disguise and driving are unimportant and don't need to bother Big Brother. Let's go back to the base. I have a few missions that are quite far away, so you can drive me there. Big Brother is going back to China next week, so let's finish the missions before he gets back."

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On the other side, Conan groggily opened his eyes, still immersed in the panic of being caught by Gin. He suddenly tried to stand up, but because he was curled up in the cabinet, his head hit the metal panel above hard, making his face contort in pain.

Ai Haibara happened to see this scene as she opened the cabinet door. She looked at Conan, who was self-harming, with a puzzled expression, and hesitated before asking, "Edogawa, are you... under a lot of pressure lately?"

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Conan scratched his head, looking at Ai Haibara with a pained expression: "Were you caught too? Damn it, what about Ran? How is she! She—is she…?"

゛('◇')?

Ai Haibara reached out and pulled the person out: "What nonsense are you talking about? What are you doing hiding here?"

Conan was pulled out stiffly, almost with his hands and feet moving at the same time, and sat down on the ground with a thud. After spending the whole night crammed into the small storage locker, his legs were completely numb and he couldn't move them. He looked around and found that he was still in the same storage locker as before.

What happened? Wasn't he discovered by Gin? How come he's still inside?

"Edogawa? Edogawa? What's wrong with you?" Ai Haibara shook Conan, who was often lost in thought.

"Haibara, did you see anyone when you came here?"

Ai Haibara shook her head: "I found you through the tracking glasses you left at the doctor's house. I saw you staying here, so I came to check on you."

He's been staying here... Gin clearly found him and said he was going to take him to the lab, so why didn't he?

Could it be—a nightmare he had in the locker?

Conan quickly looked at the wall. When Gin had pinned him against the wall, he had cut his hand and used his blood to draw a code representing Gin on the wall, so that if he were kidnapped, at least he would have left some clues.

But now, the walls are empty, there's nothing there. And when I look at my hands, my fingers are perfectly intact, without a single mark.

Conan secretly pinched himself; it hurt...

He let out a long sigh. He must have been in the locker for too long and was short of oxygen, which caused him to fall into a coma. Meeting Gin was just a dream he had while he was unconscious. He probably had such a ridiculous dream because he heard Gin mention Uncle Mori's name when he was hiding in the locker...

That makes sense. How could a normal person suddenly grow demonic claws? It seems that his subconscious was reminding him that this was a dream.

That was terrifying; thankfully it was just a dream.

However, this time it was far too dangerous. He hadn't expected that there would be someone in the organization so skilled in counter-tracking and reasoning. He had indeed been too reckless. He had calculated Vodka's personality, but he hadn't expected Gin to be so cautious.

If Gin hadn't thought that an adult couldn't fit into such a small closet, his dream would probably have actually come true.

Chapter 333 Unbearable to Look At

Conan didn't tell anyone about this experience, deciding to bury this embarrassing incident in his heart, while secretly criticizing himself for having such a vivid imagination and how could he have such a dream.

On the other side, Vodka was equally terrified.

He watched Granburg, that little madman, causing all sorts of trouble while Gin wasn't around. One minute he'd hang the target on a short bamboo pole, saying the bamboo would grow at least a meter after the rain, so the target would experience the feeling of hanging himself; the next minute he'd stand 800 miles away with a fishing rod, trying to smash the target, who was tied up in place, to death with the stone on the rod...

What could have been solved with a single bullet, this little madman went to great lengths to satisfy his twisted psychology.

And all this trouble was caused using the eldest brother's face!!!

How will he ever face his older brother again?

Chu Ming clapped his hands, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and winked at Vodka, whose face was blank: "How is it? Isn't it very artistic?"

Vodka turned ashen-faced as he watched Chu Ming use Gin's face to act cute, and felt a wave of nausea wash over him.