Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Conan was completely confused.

WTF?

Collection?

The collection you mentioned...

Is he serious?

Shaking his head, Conan tried to shake off the inappropriate thoughts. No, no, he's still a child, he can't think about this.

"Then you guys—" Before Conan could finish speaking, he saw the person in front of him suddenly spread out black wings and fly into the sky.

Chu Ming, feeling embarrassed after showing off his skills but getting no results, said he didn't want to play with the detective anymore.

? ? ? ? ?

Conan rubbed his eyes and looked up at the sky. Chu Ming was flying very fast, and with Conan's eyesight, he could only see a blurry black shadow.

He must have been mistaken, right? Kidd's accomplice was probably using a black hang glider, wasn't he?

However, considering that the hang glider looks like a wing, Kidd's accomplice must be quite young; he looks rather immature.

Those wings are actually quite realistic, not bad. I wonder if the professor can make them; maybe we could get him one too…

Chu Mingfei noticed the system panel constantly refreshing his points in the night sky, guessing that Conan was explaining his doubts to him using a materialistic worldview.

Goodness, this is a classic case of "the flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant unintentionally may thrive."

Chu Ming originally wanted to go find Kidd, but then he thought that Kidd was probably still figuring out how to steal the gems tomorrow night, so he didn't go.

He needed to find a place to stay tonight. This place was a bit far from Beika Hospital, and he didn't want to actually stay at Shinichi Kudo's house, lest some famous detective sneak into his bedside in the middle of the night without him noticing. He had no choice but to find another place.

After thinking about it, he still had to go to the safe house, but the BOSS had originally assigned him three safe houses.

But now, the place he usually lives in is covered in blood because it was splattered everywhere when he was testing the new wing skin. There's no place to step inside. It's like a scene of a murderer dismembering a body. Chu Ming doesn't want to go there to clean it up. Pass.

The other safe house was used by him to store the alcohol he had bought before. He had many kinds of alcohol stored there. He had practiced his drinking capacity there a few times. Unfortunately, he didn't have Ai's pills at the time, so he didn't remember what he had done there after he got drunk. Anyway, the house is now a mess, like a storm has passed through it. He didn't want to clean it, so he passed on it.

Therefore, only one safe house remains, which is also the only safe house that Chu Ming has not yet visited.

Chu Ming pulled out the address he had written down and flew towards it.

Choosing a deserted alley without surveillance cameras, Chu Ming folded his wings and landed. He brushed off the cobwebs that had gotten on him as he landed and walked straight out of the alley.

The more he walked, the more familiar the road seemed, and his steps became hesitant.

Looking at the Metropolitan Police Department headquarters across the street, which looked familiar to him, Chu Ming blinked.

Looking at the safe house hidden in the bustling city, and then at the Metropolitan Police Department which was still brightly lit even though it was night.

Good grief, so the most dangerous place is the safest place, huh?

Across from the Metropolitan Police Department, on this bustling street, a large storefront was set up, with the entire building used as a safe house?

Can't such a large storefront be rented out?

This prime location boasts a high level of security, rapid police response, and ample store space—it's practically every business's dream store!

Damn it, I'm shocked again by how extravagant the BOSS is.

After unlocking his iris, Chu Ming entered the house and looked around at the facilities. The property ownership certificate and other documents were still on the cabinet in the entrance hall. The BOSS was still very reliable in this regard.

As usual, he took the pills Ai gave him. In his previous life, when his alcohol tolerance wasn't so bad, he still liked to have a little alcohol to perk himself up. But in this life, due to his drunken antics, he was essentially forced to quit drinking.

It was so hard to finally get Ai's medicine, allowing him to experience the feeling of drinking heavily again.

Unfortunately, Chu Ming has used quite a bit of alcohol over this period, and now he can drink less and less. Chu Ming has decided to cherish this long-awaited time to drink.

Take moving into a new safe house, for example. Isn't that a big deal?

It's definitely worth celebrating with a drink!

Chu Ming poured himself a glass of rum, which was already in the liquor cabinet. Looking at the amber liquid in the glass, Chu Ming swirled the glass, hummed a song, and drank it down.

While idly watching TV programs and enjoying a drink by himself, time slowly passed by.

After emptying the two bottles of wine beside him, Chu Ming shook the bottles, which were no longer making a sound, and casually threw them on the ground.

He felt his consciousness was a little hazy. When he drank rum, it was sweet and rich, and the subtle sweetness left on the back of his tongue was irresistible. It was neither bland nor pungent, and the taste was delicate. So he drank one glass after another without feeling anything. But after he finished drinking it, the aftereffects made Chu Ming's consciousness a little hazy.

Thanks to Ai's pills, even when Chu Ming is a little drunk lately, he doesn't seem to be behaving wildly anymore; at most, he might slur his words. But it doesn't matter, since he's all alone here anyway.

Suddenly, he felt his phone vibrate. Chu Ming took out his phone, squinted, and brought it closer, fiddling with it for a while before randomly tapping the screen a few times.

He leaned back on the sofa, his face upturned. The demon king face he had created was originally sharp and wicked, and his blood-red eyes were even colder and darker, as if they were mixed with blood.

But at this moment, because of the alcohol, his red eyes were misty, and his face was wrinkled from the drunkenness, looking just like a pitiful little thing crying because he didn't get any candy.

This is what Rum saw when he made a video call to Chu Ming.

Chapter 430 You are Little Bird Vodka?

Because Chu Ming had previously given some suggestions to the members of the network technology department, proposing all the relevant functions of QQ.

Rum took Chu Ming's words very seriously. After arriving in the United States and discovering that Hiroki Sawada had died, he returned to China disappointed and had been fussing over this ever since.

Unlike Gin, who knew there were many spies in the organization and was extremely impatient with it, Gin spent his free time capturing and killing spies. If he got intelligence about spies from Rum, he'd capture and kill them; if he was in a bad mood, he'd capture and kill them; if he had nothing else to do, or if he'd finished his missions, he'd continue capturing and killing spies…

You can't kill all the undercover agents, because both the government and other organizations around the world are very interested in researching the Black Organization.

Who is not afraid of death?

All sorts of undercover agents were continuously sent into the organization.

The lower-level members all believed that the organization deeply hated undercover agents and would never let them go once they were caught. But who could have known that catching undercover agents was just Gin's personal hobby?

As everyone knows, Gin and Rum are of equal status, and Rum always wants to be the first.

So Gin has hobbies, and so does Rum.

Rum's hobby is that he likes to have control over everything, including who the mole is and who the scumbags are in the organization.

He was very optimistic about the video chat feature that Chu Ming mentioned.

Imagine if an undercover agent calls during a rendezvous. If he doesn't answer, it means he has something to hide, and his identity is definitely questionable. If he does answer, his surroundings will definitely be exposed, right?

There's a good chance we'll catch a few undercover agents we haven't discovered before!

Rum's plan was shrewd. Once the organization successfully developed the software, he could use an internal program to send the installation package directly to everyone's email address. The installation package would be set to install automatically, so the program would run and install automatically as soon as the file was on the phone.

Furthermore, the installation package being sent should ideally not have any rejection permissions. As long as he makes the call, even if the other side doesn't respond or hangs up directly, he can still see the other person's image through the camera on their phone.

Now that these features are implemented, he needs to find someone to test them.

Rum had originally planned to try contacting Gin, but he was worried that if Gin was on a mission and a phone call from him could ruin it, it wouldn't be good.

So I need to find someone I'm familiar with, to avoid embarrassing him if there are any problems with the program; someone who's not busy right now, so the phone noise won't disturb him while he's completing his task; and someone who's open to new things, able to help him find any problems with the program...

—It seems like Granbury is the only one left.

The most important reason is that the idea came from Chu Ming, who certainly understands the function better than others, which is why this video was made.

After consulting with the BOSS, Rum sent the file to Chu Ming's email address. Without Chu Ming needing to receive it, his email showed that the installation was successful.

That's why he made the video call, and what he saw was Chu Ming in disguise, drunk and in a daze.

Wow, Granbury doesn't seem to be an adult yet?

How does Gin take care of his children?

Granbury was clever enough to know to bring a disguise when drinking, so that he could easily escape if something went wrong.

Knowing he was so drunk, he figured Chu Ming couldn't help him fix the software, so he decided to try Curaçao's function first.

Just as Rum was about to hang up, he suddenly stopped.

Vodka told me that Glenbury is a bit of a novice drinker who loves to party. They say people speak the truth when they're drunk, so I'll take this opportunity to learn more about Glenbury so I can better cater to his tastes in the future.

After all, a new emperor brings a new court. Once Granbury becomes the boss, things will be different if they get along better. Right now, Gin and Granbury are on the same level. What if Granbury promotes him out of consideration for Gin's mentorship? Wouldn't the intelligence team be relegated to the level of the action team?

No, absolutely not.

Rum lowered his voice. He knew that if he could research brainwashing videos, he must have a deep understanding of psychology. He knew that when people were drunk, especially deeply drunk, their brains became sluggish and confused due to the effects of alcohol. The excitement would stimulate their senses, giving them a sense of satisfaction and pleasure for no reason, and eventually they would lose their judgment and vigilance.

And this is especially true for someone like Granbury, who is said to be prone to drunken outbursts, so it's actually quite easy to get information out of him in this state, as long as you pay attention to your tone and manner of speaking.

"Glenbury, it's Uncle Rum. I called you a while ago, remember? How's the rum? I'll have someone send you a few more bottles later, they're all top-quality vintage, drink as much as you want, and I'll send you more if you need more..."

Rum spoke in a low and gentle tone, first stating his name directly. A drunk person's brain doesn't think in a roundabout way, so he announced his identity directly to lower their guard before making small talk. Once they were relaxed, they could ask any questions directly. Innocent questions generally wouldn't arouse suspicion. Of course, questions like "What's your bank card PIN?" or "Where do you hide your money?" would obviously not get any answers.

After all, he was just drunk, not stupid.

Only after seeing Chu Ming's facial expression soften and relax did Rum begin to ask questions.

"Granbury, what do you like? Shall I have someone send you some?"

"Like? There's nothing I like, it's boring." Chu Ming muttered to himself.

"So what do you like to do when you have free time?" Rum continued to coax softly.

Chu Ming looked conflicted and hesitant, but finally opened his mouth: "...Write some vulgar novels?"

???

Unexpectedly, Rum was initially confused, but then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he abruptly stood up, bumping into the chair behind him with a scraping sound.

Chu Ming rubbed his face in annoyance at the sound and threw his phone away.