Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

After causing trouble, Chu Ming always puts on an innocent face, as if he wants to tell everyone with his eyes that he did nothing wrong.

Karasuma Renya looked at Chu Ming, who was standing straight with clear eyes, looking like he was just trying to scam someone with that wheelchair. She said helplessly, "You were staring at my wheelchair just now. Do you like it? I'll have someone make one for you according to this standard and send it over later."

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate..." Chu Ming tried to remain composed, but he was still captivated by the wheelchair's cool appearance. He changed his tone, "Thank you, BOSS. Just have someone take it to Base Three."

Karasuma Renya couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, I'll have someone send it over later."

At this moment, the surgery next door was also coming to an end. Through the one-way glass, Chu Ming could see that the experimental subject was lying silently on the experimental table, without any sense of 'being alive'.

The test subject lying there was an FBI agent whom Gin killed when he was searching the streets for FBI agents. His physical condition was much better than those of the previous weak test subjects. At least after soaking for so long, you could still see his eight-pack abs.

The researcher in charge of the surgery pushed open the door next door, took off his dirty sterile gown at the lab entrance, and came in to report the results of the surgery to the BOSS.

The entire experiment is now complete, and the BOSS can be awakened at any time if needed.

Chu Ming was very curious about how a person could be brought back to life through such strange scientific methods even though they were already dead. He stared intently at the BOSS, trying to urge him to hurry up with his eyes.

The BOSS didn't hesitate either. He cared about the result even more than Chu Ming. Upon hearing this, he signaled the researcher to continue the operation to wake the person up.

Perhaps for security and to keep his identity confidential, the BOSS did not go to the next room, but continued to watch the researcher wake up the person through the transparent glass.

The hole in the FBI agent's head had just been stitched up, but not a drop of blood was seeping out, or rather, there was probably no blood left in his body.

The experimental subject, who was helped up, had a sunken face and skin that clung tightly to the bones. His body organs were kept alive by a special solution. The skin on his chest rose and fell continuously with the beating of his heart, which carried this special solution throughout his body.

When he stood up, his bones were stiff, and he sat up straight, looking just like a zombie.

Chu Ming looked at the FBI agent who had stood up, his features almost unrecognizable. His entire body was stiff and rigid. Without any instructions, he stood there dumbfounded, unable to speak or think. His body was pale and bluish-white, without a trace of color, and he didn't feel like a living person at all.

Is this what you call resurrection?

This is called "corpse driving" in ancient China!

Chu Ming instantly lost interest in Karasuma Renya's research. He had imagined all sorts of grand and magnificent resurrection scenes, but this was all?

Did he and Gin spend all the money they earned from doing missions on this kind of thing?

Damn, that spendthrift boss.

Karasuma Renya keenly sensed Chu Ming's emotional fluctuations and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ming pointed through the glass wall at the FBI agent standing like a wooden stake and asked his question: "Can this be called resurrection? Doesn't it seem a bit... uh, not quite right?"

“Of course not.” Karasuma Renya’s eyes darkened. “But after so many years of experimentation, the best we’ve achieved is that the subject can sit up and walk. The last test subject could even make ‘ah ah’ sounds. I wonder how far 8795 can go.”

Chu Ming thought for a long time about what 8795 meant before he realized that it was the number of the FBI agent who was sent out.

Could this be the 8795th experiment in all these years?

Wow—the BOSS looks so upright and honest, why is he going so crazy?

With the continuous guidance of the researcher next door, 8795 slowly began to move its legs like a puppet, taking a stiff first step, a second step, a third step...

Chu Ming stared intently at the scene next door, watching what resembled teaching a child to walk. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and he turned to ask Karasuma Renya, "Boss, can these bodies be reused?"

Karasuma Renya uttered a questioning syllable: "Hmm?"

"If this test subject dies for whatever reason you mentioned before, can we take out his brain, put his body back in the water, and repeat the process to maximize our profits?"

"Of course not. The death of experimental subjects is usually due to complications and rejection reactions caused by internal organ disorders. By the time they die again, their organs are usually necrotic and their cells are severely aged. Even if they are put back in, it will be useless." Karasuma Renya was amused by Chu Ming's rare naive idea and slowly explained the science to him.

"What about cloning? There's only one body, but can't we use cells to clone a person for experiments?" Chu Ming didn't know much about this, but he had read a lot of science fiction novels in the past.

“That won’t work either. Cloned humans are more prone to breakdown, especially since there’s only one brain, which can’t be cloned. Since we only have one chance anyway, why clone another human?” Karasuma Renya’s fingers also rested on the glass wall. The veins under his fair, thin skin were clearly visible, like towering mountains and rivers, revealing that Karasuma Renya’s heart was not as calm as his face. “There aren’t enough test subjects, and my time… is running out.”

Chu Ming looked at the hand, which was thin and slender with long fingers, and had none of the roughness and wrinkles typical of an old person. It was completely inconsistent with his age.

So it's quite obvious that he must have taken the same medications that Lafitte and Vermouth had taken.

Therefore, currently, the BOSS has three escape routes:

Firstly, regarding drugs, I heard recently that the US drug research group has made some breakthroughs. Porter has been away on business in the US for a long time and hasn't returned yet.

The second one should be this revival project. The progress is terrible. Chu Ming thinks that even if Ke Xue's time is equal to twenty years, he probably still won't figure anything out.

As for the third one, it's probably the software we got back from Itakura Takumi, which is likely related to the BOSS's attempt to achieve immortality through the internet.

Of these three paths, Chu Ming felt that only the last one had the highest probability of success. The first one had a slight chance of success, given the precedents of Conan, Ai Haibara, Sera, and Mary. Although it was only one in ten thousand, with effort, it might work. But the second one—

I really want to just tell the boss to give up, and that it would be better to use the money in a more suitable way, like spending it on him...

Anyway, as long as Conan lives, a year is longer than ten years. Protecting Conan is protecting an alternative path to immortality.

Chapter 367 I am the heir!!

After watching the FBI's corpse rehabilitation with his boss for a while, Chu Ming became increasingly bored, wondering how his boss could find it so interesting.

So this is what a boring life is like for a boss. No wonder he likes to stare at the surveillance cameras all the time.

Hiss—Chu Ming suddenly had a wicked idea.

Since Conan hasn't grown bigger yet, the BOSS probably has plenty of time to investigate. Maybe... he should help Conan out?

Once Conan transforms back into Shinichi Kudo and the Conan timeline is restored, a year will have passed in the blink of an eye. The BOSS, unable to withstand the passage of time, will rise to the position of BOSS as the organization's sole heir.

Once he becomes the BOSS, he'll make everyone, including Gin, Lafitte, and Vermouth, do missions for him, working overtime so no one can slack off!

Give him all the money!!

It sounds wonderful!

Chu Ming couldn't help but reveal a smug smile.

Karasuma Renya looked at the person standing next to him and suddenly burst out laughing. Then he looked at the next room where they were walking around with the test subjects in a boring and tedious way. What was so funny about that? He had a feeling that this kid was up to no good.

He lowered his voice, coaxing softly, his gentle tone completely arousing no suspicion: "Granbury, what are you thinking?"

"I want to..." Chu Ming, quick to react, slammed on the brakes, "...how can I make your wish come true, BOSS?"

Karasuma Renya looked at Chu Ming, who was smiling obsequiously at him. When he felt guilty, he would address him as "you" (formal), but when they chatted normally, he would just say "you" (informal). He had two faces at such a young age.

It's obvious he wasn't thinking anything good, but since we didn't get the truth out of him, let it go. After all, he's just a kid, and he must be bored standing here.

“If you’re bored, let Gin show you around.” Karasuma Renya took a watch off his wrist and put it on Chu Ming’s wrist. “This is your access card. If you’re bored, let Gin take you back. I have a recuperation appointment coming up, so go have some fun on your own. I’ll have someone come to you about the succession matters later.”

Chu Ming glanced at his watch on his right hand, nodded obediently, and looked reluctantly at the BOSS's wheelchair: "Um, BOSS, since you're going to recuperate, will you be able to leave this wheelchair for the time being?"

"..."

Before Chu Ming could finish speaking, Gin knew he couldn't say anything nice. He had heard Chu Ming's scheme from the doorway. He grabbed Chu Ming by the back of his collar and dragged him out. If they didn't leave soon, Chu Ming would probably just sit in his wheelchair.

"Hey hey hey, I'm the heir!!! Gin, you're just a lowly team leader, how dare you! Ugh, you audacious Gin, let go right now... Oh dear, I'm an heir after all, give me some face... QAQ Big brother, I was wrong, please let go first..."

Karasuma Renya stood in the laboratory, listening to the sounds of splashing and playing fading into the distance. He couldn't help but chuckle. After being underground for so long, he always felt that he was getting closer and closer to death. It was rare to have a living person by his side, which made him feel like he had returned to the human world and was still alive. His mood relaxed a lot.

On the other side, Chu Ming was being dragged away by Gin. No one knew what method Gin used, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Gin didn't teach him this technique! He's keeping it a secret!!!

Even when he swallowed his pride as heir and begged desperately, Gin didn't let go.

hateful! !

However... being pushed around in a wheelchair and being dragged around by Gin doesn't seem to make much difference. Anyway, the tiles here are quite slippery, and being dragged around doesn't require any effort from him. So Chu Ming simply gave up and slumped down, letting his legs slide on the ground.

That's roughly what a lazy bum looks like. Just imagine it, cuties!

As Gin dragged his arm around, he suddenly felt it get heavier. He turned around and saw Chu Ming lying limply in his hand, like a salted fish.

Seeing that Gin wasn't moving, Chu Ming lazily glanced up from his position and said, "Let's go."

This cheeky look really made Gin itchy to punch that face.

Gin suppressed his anger. This was the successor the BOSS had just chosen; he couldn't make a move, at least not today.

Gin himself felt that his temper had been mellowed and improved. In the past, if someone had spoken recklessly in front of the BOSS, he would have been shot dead long ago, let alone secretly trying to steal the BOSS's personal belongings.

But judging from the BOSS's demeanor, he clearly didn't feel offended; on the contrary, he indulged him.

At the time, he thought Vermouth had spoiled Granbury into the way he is now, but today it seems that the boss also bears some responsibility!

When they're spoiled, they pamper them to death. But when problems arise or they cause trouble, they all blame him, saying that they were normal when they were handed over to him, and that it was all because he damaged Granbury's brain that they became like this.

What kind of blame-shifting rhetoric is this!

In the entire organization, everyone was counting on him to straighten out Granbury's personality, but when he finally did it, they all ended up dragging him down!

What? He's just a kid and he's spouting nonsense. How can he possibly beat him up?

Gin rarely vented his frustrations in his mind, but he couldn't kill him or fight him. If he ignored him, all sorts of trouble would probably arise. He could only curse in his heart.

He let go of Chu Ming, letting him fall to the ground with a thud. Luckily, Chu Ming was alert and otherwise landed on the back of his head.

"Gin, I'm very unhappy with your behavior!" Chu Ming got up from the ground, raised his chin, and tried to show Gin his domineering aura. "I am the successor to the BOSS!"

Gin slapped his raised head back down: "Do you know that the action team is specifically under the BOSS and directly commanded by the BOSS? In other words, I only take orders from the BOSS."

???

No, why didn't anyone tell me about this setting?

Oh no! If I had known this earlier, I would have just asked the boss for command authority!

"I think I still have some things to discuss with the BOSS. You can wander around by yourself for now." Chu Ming turned around quickly, intending to find the BOSS to ask for a decree that would allow him to enslave Gin.

Seeing Chu Ming causing all sorts of trouble, Gin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped forward to stop the person who was fidgeting with his legs and quickly turning around: "Don't go, the BOSS is already recuperating, don't disturb the BOSS!"

“Then I’ll wait for the BOSS at the door. The BOSS likes me so much, he’ll definitely want to see me as soon as he finishes his treatment.” Chu Ming said shamelessly, “I really do have something to discuss with the BOSS, really, more real than gold.”