Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Hattori is even more impulsive than him. If he finds out about the organization and gets involved, he'll probably rush in without considering the consequences, just like he did back then.

So all I could do was nod and say, "I understand."

At this moment, Ran happily ran down with the autographed jersey in her hand. She also handed Conan a ticket to Ray Curtis's game the next day and a radio communicator, saying that Ray Curtis had asked her to help everyone create a surprise by using the hotel lights above the restaurant to design the letter K.

Chu Ming pulled Gin against the flow of people and came to the outside of the building with Conan and the others, ready to join in the fun. Kogoro Mouri and Ran were quite happy, but Conan was so scared by Gin following behind them that he almost jumped out of his skin.

"Aren't you going back yet?" Gin, trailing behind the group, was running out of patience. "You haven't finished reading your file."

"Wait a little longer, we'll leave after we've watched the excitement." Chu Ming remained firmly rooted to the spot. "Just a little while!"

If he just holds on a little longer, there will be a murder! Then he can stay without any problem.

Just as K finished, a gunshot shattered the glass. Conan glanced at Gin out of the corner of his eye and noticed a cold glint in Gin's eyes the instant the gunshot rang out, as if he hadn't expected it. This ruled out the possibility that Gin had orchestrated the murder.

Then he took off running upstairs with Hattori.

The person was running ahead, but their mind was chasing after them. They were almost at the door when they belatedly realized and pretended to cover it up: "Hattori-nii, I want to go too!"

Hattori, who was suddenly called out by Conan, almost slipped and fell down the stairs.

"Shall we go?" Gin tensed up. Luckily, he hadn't listened to Granburg's nonsense and changed his clothes. There was no danger in having a meal. Isn't this danger?

Now that a murder has occurred, what if I get involved...?

"Why would we leave? It wasn't us who did it. We're attracting so much attention at the scene, wouldn't it be guilty to just leave like that?" Chu Ming waved his hand. "With Kogoro Mori here, the case will be solved quickly. We can just leave then."

When the police arrived and began questioning him, Gin finally learned who the deceased was.

"Ed McKen is dead?" Gin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something. After the police left, he took out his phone and looked through Chu Ming's various mission records. He turned to Chu Ming and lowered his voice, "You did it?"

"No, why do you ask that?" Chu Ming curiously peered at Gin's phone, only to find it contained the tasks he had previously completed. "Brother, why are you looking at my previous tasks?"

Gin tapped his phone screen: "The way you completed your missions before is very similar to today's. Every mission target is killed by someone close to them. I always thought you were secretly instigating the murderous intent of those around you, but today you were inseparable from me... When did you do it?"

...If I say I didn't do it, does that mean all my previous missions were exposed?

Chu Ming coughed lightly: "Big brother, you know what? Luck is actually part of ability! As the saying goes, man proposes, God disposes. You can't deny that there really are people with great luck in this world. They don't need to think too much or plan anything. What they want to accomplish—hey, it just gets accomplished..."

After listening to Chu Ming's long-winded rambling, Gin gave a cold laugh and summarized it for him.

"You mean, you just got lucky and completed all these tasks on your own?"

Chapter 384 Silence is Okay

Chu Ming nodded vigorously, indicating that Gin's summary was completely correct.

Although it relied on Conan's scientific knowledge, there was also an element of luck involved. Why weren't other people's targets Conan visited?

He was just lucky to have caught the Grim Reaper's aura!

So, rounding it off means he was just lucky!

He was the last lucky one in the distillery!

However, it was obvious that despite Chu Ming's many words, Gin did not believe him at all. Instead, he believed that Chu Ming was just pretending to be crazy and talking nonsense.

Gin lowered his eyes, pondering to himself what method Granburch had used to subtly suggest that someone commit murder right in front of him.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't find any clues. Ever since he learned that Ed McKin was the target of the mission, Granbury seemed to have been by his side the whole time, and he hadn't had any verbal or physical communication with anyone, nor had he made any extra movements or said anything. Could it really be a coincidence as he said?

One mission might be a coincidence, but every mission can't be a coincidence!

Gin, who never believed in luck and relied solely on his abilities, was 800% skeptical of Chu Ming's words.

Gin frowned slightly, looking up at the window shattered by the bullet, lost in thought.

——(゜-゜)——

Just now, when the police were questioning people, they took Chu Ming and Gin, who were following Hattori and the others, to the room where the deceased was located to ask for information. So now everyone is gathered around the body, watching Kogoro Mouri and Hattori examine the body.

Because the case involved his idol, and with Gin still around, Conan remembered Chu Ming's advice and wasn't as active at the crime scene as before. This made Kogoro Mouri a little uncomfortable, and while examining the scene, he would occasionally glance at Conan, seemingly puzzled.

Just as Gin was pondering how much of Chu Ming's words were true and how much was false, Kogoro Mouri, without Conan's help, began brainstorming based on the death message that the deceased had one hand holding a belt and the other making a three-pointing gesture, and came up with a series of nonsensical deductions.

Gin looked at Kogoro Mouri, who was completely unlike a detective and whose reasoning was full of loopholes, and expressed deep skepticism about Chu Ming's earlier statement that Detective Mouri would solve the case quickly.

Inspector Otaki shared the same question. He leaned close to Hattori's ear, covered his mouth, and whispered, "Is this really how Detective Mouri is when he's solving a case? He seems completely different from before. He doesn't have any of the charisma of a sleeping Kogoro."

Hattori's lips twitched. This behavior was, of course, because Uncle Mori was awake and hadn't been taken over by Kudo yet. But despite his complaints, he still had to cover for him, which was also to protect Kudo's identity.

"It's probably because the uncle was a little drunk today, and his mind wasn't as clear as before, so his reasoning was a bit muddled..."

After a forced attempt to save face, Hattori immediately changed the subject: "But shouldn't we immediately check if the guests have any signs of gunpowder? After all, we've already discovered that the murder weapon was a gun."

Gin, standing nearby, had already discreetly slipped his hands into his coat pockets after hearing Hattori's words, pondering the best way to break out later. Luckily, he was wearing a hat, which covered half his face, while Granburg was disguised, so there was no need to worry about his identity being revealed...

He wasn't afraid of gunpowder reactions; the organization had once developed a spray to eliminate them. The main problem was that he was carrying so many guns and ammunition that he could be considered a makeshift ammunition depot. If he were discovered during an inspection, it was better to prepare in advance and at least catch the police off guard.

Chu Ming was standing next to Gin. He instantly understood Gin's reaction of putting his hands in his pockets. He took the opportunity to lean on Gin while holding his arm, resting his head on Gin's shoulder. He moved his lips slightly and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, I'll handle it until it comes to that."

The solution is simple. After all, unless Conan is stupid, he would never allow the police to test Gin. The police are only there to investigate the case and don't have many people with them. If Gin is exposed during the test, none of the police officers or even the guests present might survive.

Even if Conan is incredibly brave, he wouldn't dare gamble with so many lives.

"Officer, we were all standing outside when the gunshot rang out. Do we need to be checked too?" Chu Mingrou leaned against Gin with a soft, boneless demeanor, her gentle voice and beautiful face making Officer Otaki blush slightly.

Conan really wanted to suggest that the police investigate them as well, but there were too many people here. If they found anything, these two members of the organization would fight to the death, and if a bomb fell, no one present would survive. It was better to wait until things were over before he quietly called to report them...

So he tugged at Hattori's clothes and said cutely, "Yeah, yeah, we were all outside at the time. I can testify that none of us fired when the gun went off, right, Hattori-nii?"

Although Hattori didn't know why Conan was suddenly acting cute, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, Inspector Otaki, go and investigate the guests who were inside at the time, especially those three athletes. Make sure to investigate them thoroughly."

Seeing that even his chief's son had said so, Officer Otaki didn't say anything more and turned around to arrange for people to conduct gunpowder reaction tests.

Seeing that the police had taken over, Kogoro Mouri felt that it was none of his business, so he took Ran and the others out. Hattori went to inquire about the investigation results and casually dragged Conan away. Although Conan wanted to stay and try to get some information out of him, he did not expect Hattori to be so uncivilized and simply take him away.

As innocent eyewitnesses, Chu Ming and Gin stood in the corridor outside the door after Conan and the others left, killing time until the guests finished their investigation and could leave, then followed the crowd.

Gin pulled out a cigarette from his side, and just as he was about to light it, he frowned at Chu Ming beside him and put it back: "Who is the murderer?"

Chu Ming assumed Gin was interested in the case, so he shared what he knew about the plot with him: "Of course it's Ray Curtis. He has an old grudge against Ed McKin. His wife committed suicide because of a scandal that Ed McKin fabricated. Although I don't remember much—I don't know his methods—it doesn't matter. The deceased left a message, which is enough to get him arrested. Tsk tsk, two missions at once, as expected of me, I'm really lucky."

Chu Ming turned to show off to Gin, only to meet Gin's all-seeing gaze.

"What kind of look is that, bro...?"

Gin still couldn't figure out how Granburch instigated the crime, but judging from his tone and the extent of his intelligence, it was impossible for him to be completely uninvolved.

But that's good, because he didn't find any flaws in his eyes, so the police wouldn't be able to see anything wrong.

Moreover, he was very pleased with the efficiency of completing two tasks at once.

This is why he was able to tolerate Granburch's madness.

He is quick-witted, agile, skilled, and cautious... all these qualities are enough to deceive others when he is not causing trouble.

The premise is that he doesn't cause trouble, or the requirements are even lower, he can just stay silent.

Chapter 385 An Accidental Encounter with Hattori

Unaware that even though he had told the truth, Gin had still managed to create an illusion of him through his powerful imagination, Chu Ming was leaning against the wall, feeling the endless stream of points coming from Conan.

Conan must be feeling terrible right now. The more he investigates, the more suspicious his idol becomes, especially since his idol is actually using drugs.

These truths, which he uncovered himself and were enough to bring Ray Curtis to his doom, should leave Conan reeling for days.

However, if the idol's halo is broken, that's all the points he gets. If the little detective discovers that his beloved Chu Ming is actually a member of the organization, will he give him an enormous amount of points?

What to do? I'm a little tempted...

I really want to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs and drain the pond to catch all the fish...

——(っoωo)っ——

After waiting a short while, the police came to inform the two that they could leave. It seems that Conan has successfully persuaded his idol to turn himself in.

Gin was already getting impatient. He wouldn't have been bored even if he had to lie in wait at the mission site for a whole day, but standing next to Chu Ming, looking at his transvestite face, and listening to him ramble on and on about nonsense, his patience was about to run out.

He grabbed Chu Ming and quickly left the scene, leaving Conan, who rushed over to try and make a move, empty-handed.

Already feeling down because of his idol, the loss of Gin's whereabouts only made his already precarious mood worse.

Even when Xiaolan called him back, he seemed a little absent-minded.

However, Chu Ming was unaware of all this, as he was arguing with Gin about the mission reward.

"Brother, although you did assign these two tasks, if it weren't for my good luck, how could I have completed them without bloodshed in one go!"

"Brother, say something! I used up all my luck to complete this task, shouldn't I get paid?"

"Big brother, slow down. Don't try to shake me off. If you really can't, give me half?"

"..."

Chu Ming followed behind Gin, who was striding away, muttering to himself as he chased after him, trying to get Gin to have a change of heart and share some of the money he had taken for free with him, a hard-working worker.

But Gin ignored it, acting as if there was only a mosquito buzzing around him.

When Chu Ming saw that his pleading and cajoling had failed to get Gin to agree, and that Gin had instead slapped him back to his seat to memorize the materials, he felt a sense of desolation and lost all enthusiasm for memorizing the materials.

Unfortunately, there was Gin, the headmaster, watching him closely to see if he was daydreaming. If he was distracted, he would get a slap. Chu Ming muttered curses under his breath, but on the surface he looked serious, almost as if he was swearing to Gin that he would study hard.

To thoroughly digest this pile of information, Chu Ming spent a lot of points to enhance his memory and comprehension, which still took him a whole week.

A week later, when Chu Ming emerged from the underground base, he felt that the sky was so blue, the air was so fresh, and the person standing in front of him was so dark—hmm?

Chu Ming looked at Hattori, who was standing in front of him deep in thought, and patted him on the shoulder: "Hattori, why are you standing here in a daze?"