Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

The thief instantly becomes a master thief; you're just like the old woman selling melons!

No, not Wang Po, she's a gaggi (a woman who works as a matchmaker) ←_←

Chapter 433 Why is the Prime Minister laughing?

Chu Ming watched as Kid, disguised as Suzuki Jirokichi, completely fooled Inspector Nakamori, and then brazenly claimed that he had racked his brains the night before and come up with a brilliant idea.

And this idea—

Chu Ming watched as Conan casually put the hat on his head and hid in the bag under Suzuki Jirokichi's car seat, while Kid, disguised as Suzuki Jirokichi, put the goddess statue in the bag, drove off, completely unaware that there was a little tail in his car.

Kid drove the car, Conan huddled under the seat next to him, and Chu Ming followed from a distance in the sky, flapping his wings. The three of them left the Suzuki Museum just like that.

On the way, Kidd looked at the goddess statue that he had easily taken from him and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Just as he was feeling happy, the cloth bag under the seat next to him began to wriggle. At the same time, Chu Ming landed lightly on the car, and with a little force under his feet, he popped out the mechanism on his shoes, which locked firmly into the gap in the car. This way, even without any protection, he wouldn't fall off the car.

Chu Ming opened his mouth, his voice synchronized with Conan's.

Why is the Prime Minister laughing?

"What's so funny? Phantom Thief, Kid, De."

Kidd was startled by the surround sound coming from behind and around him, and looked around.

On his left, Conan struggled to free himself from the bag beside him, revealing a head wearing a hat, with a tranquilizer watch on his wrist pointing directly at him; behind him, Lucifer stood steadily on the car wall, his toes lightly touching the car wall, despite the car's high speed, his long trench coat fluttering in the wind, staring at him with a mocking gaze.

"..."

Kid paused for a moment, deciding to address the issue of his identity first. He looked at Conan innocently: "What are you talking about? Why are you calling me Phantom Thief Kid? The reason I laughed is because I'm certain that thief can't steal my jewel, I..."

"Come on, I knew you were Kid the moment you arrived. After all, how could someone who wears contact lenses ride a motorcycle without goggles? Someone as rich as Mr. Suzuki, who runs around without bodyguards, you had plenty of opportunities to take him down. As for that dog named Lupin, you probably drugged it and left it under a tree in the park, right? I..."

Conan confidently recounted his deductions, brimming with self-assurance. Kid, staring at the hat on Conan's head, thought for a long time before finally saying, "Even though I drugged that dog, at least I didn't steal its hat. Unlike you..."

Conan paused for a moment, pulled off his hat, pretended to be calm and ignored him, and continued to talk about the methods Kid had demonstrated yesterday. He concluded, "Your accomplice's Unit-7 should be surrounded by the police by now. I'll take you to see him right away."

Upon hearing Conan expose all his tricks, Kid tore off his disguise: "Don't worry, the police should be confused by several Unit-7s by now, and my partner can take the opportunity to escape. This aerial escape performance can be called the Blue Miracle."

"You're wrong. The 'blue' in 'Blue Miracle' refers to the blue of the ocean," Conan retorted without hesitation.

"Isn't it the same? The blue of the ocean reflects the blue of the sky. Detectives and phantom thieves are the same. We're all playing with the key of curiosity. We're all birds of a feather." Kid looked at Conan beside him, a smile playing on his lips.

Chu Ming, taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, rolled his eyes openly. "You didn't say that before. What happened to the artist and critic? How come you're now the same as a phantom thief and a detective?"

Unfortunately, Conan failed to grasp the change in Kid's words, and gripped the tranquilizer watch tightly: "Don't be silly. The blue of the sky and the blue of the sea are different in principle, one scatters and the other reflects. Don't generalize. The fact that the water on the ground isn't blue is the best proof."

That's great. He talks to you about analogies, and you talk to him about physics.

That's amazing.

These two are quite different. Kid is flamboyant, romantic, and imaginative, a typical example of someone who is emotional; while Conan, who pursues evidence and the truth, is a representative of rationality, and he puts all his emotional intelligence into things for Ran.

This clash between emotion and reason left him, an outsider, speechless.

He was striking such a cool pose, yet neither of them paid any attention to him; they were too busy bickering with each other. How annoying!

Kidd sighed helplessly, "You really don't know how to dream..."

"If you keep talking about your dreams all the time, you'll never see the truth." Conan scoffed. His dreams only revolved around Ran; he didn't need to consider anyone else. He continued the previous topic, "I've already notified Inspector Nakamori. They'll be here soon. Surrender, Phantom Thief Kid!"

Realizing something was amiss, he added, "And your accomplice behind you, just wait to be deported!"

……

Chu Ming was speechless. "Thank you so much! You finally remembered me at this crucial moment. I was just standing here all alone, and nobody paid any attention to me, but you remembered me when you were arresting people..."

Kidd raised an eyebrow: "Him? You can't catch him, but you won't catch me either. Wasn't that old man very proud of his modified motorcycle? He equipped it with an acceleration device. Alright, chat time is over. Goodbye, Detective."

He pressed a button on the motorcycle, and the half of the added seat that Conan was sitting on was suddenly thrown open. He was holding the gem and was spinning around with the seat due to inertia. Meanwhile, Chu Ming, who was prepared, had already put away the mechanism and spread his wings to fly up.

Conan didn't notice Chu Ming; he was only staring at Kid, who was propping up his motorcycle with his legs up. He lowered his center of gravity and used the friction between the seat and the ground to create sparks, instantly igniting a trail of gasoline stains on the ground. This was the gasoline that had leaked out from the gas tank he had just poked a hole in.

He originally poked the hole to make Kidd run out of gas and stop the car sooner, but he never expected it to develop like this.

The flames shot forward along the gasoline, and Kidd was so frightened that he twisted the throttle and drove forward. But no matter how fast the car was going, it couldn't keep up with the flames that were rising with the wind. He hadn't been driving for long before the flames engulfed the motorcycle. Chu Ming seized the opportunity, swooped down, grabbed Kidd's clothes, and flew into the sky.

Kidd seized the opportunity and threw the prepared dummy into the air. From afar, the headlights of the pursuing police cars began to shift towards the direction in which the dummy flew away.

Chu Ming picked up Kidd, glanced at the location, flew towards his house, and then casually dropped him off when he arrived.

Kidd grimaced as he got up from the ground, somewhat annoyed: "Next time I must come up with an even more amazing magic trick to stump that little detective!"

Chu Ming flicked the blue gem in his hand into the air, then reached out and grabbed it: "Next time you want to fly, I can help you too, so you won't be caught out."

Kidd was about to say something, but his gaze was drawn to the gem in Chu Ming's hand: "This gem—it looks familiar?"

Chu Ming looked down and said, "It's either familiar or something I just took from that goddess statue."

"???" Kidd looked puzzled. "Wait, why are you prying it off? Do you demons need gems too?"

Chapter 434 I, Rum, am the mantis unaware of the cicada.

"It looks good, I like it." Chu Ming stuffed the gemstone into his clothes and turned to leave, but Kidd grabbed a corner of his trench coat.

"No, wait a minute! Kid always returns the jewels after stealing them! You've taken away my persona—no, my image is ruined!" Kid's eyes widened.

"Don't worry, I hadn't pried it off when you returned the statue to that brat. Anyway, it was in good condition when you gave it to him. As for why there's a hole in it after he returned it... that has nothing to do with you. It must be that brat who stole it from the statue that Kidd returned..." Chu Ming irresponsibly gave him a bad idea.

How could Kidd possibly do something like that to his buddy? He rummaged around for a while and pulled out a clear, shiny glass marble: "Look, this one is also very shiny. I'll trade you this for it?"

"..." Chu Ming was speechless. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Kidd honestly shook his head, but his hand wouldn't let go of Chu Ming's clothes as his brain raced, trying to come up with a way to satisfy both sides.

"Alright, don't worry about your appearance. After I took the gem, I used energy to create a new one and embedded it in the gem. Humans won't be able to tell. Besides, the gem will only look more valuable."

Chu Ming was constantly reinforcing his public image. He looked at the points that Kid had just contributed with satisfaction, feeling that Kid was being a little too concerned about Conan.

A fleeting, fake sapphire could cause him such emotional turmoil. In reality, Chu Ming didn't pry the gem off; he wasn't a real demon, so how could he move that fast...

I really wanted to, but I didn't have the chance.

Having earned enough points, Kidd released his grip with some skepticism, and Chu Ming left without lingering.

He opened the system and checked the positions of the various nano-micro locators.

Vermouth is in the underground base, presumably with the boss; Laffitte is in Yokohama, probably on a mission; Vodka is at the base, and Gin is in Nagasaki Prefecture…

Huh, why did the two of them separate?

It's rare to see Gin go on a mission without vodka.

And Nagasaki seems to be a popular tourist destination lately. Could it be that Gin used a mission as an excuse to leave Vodka behind and go out to have fun by himself?

However, since Gin isn't home... hehe.

——(～￣▽￣)～ ——

Base 3

With a cold face, Chu Ming walked straight in through the gate and could see Gin's Porsche still parked in the garage from afar.

I knew he wouldn't drive when he went on long trips, but after the Porsche explosion incident, Gin is still comfortable leaving his car at the base when he goes on long-distance missions?

The heart is so big.

Just as I stepped into the base gate, I ran into Vodka hurrying out.

"Big brother? You're back?" Vodka's eyes lit up as he greeted Chu Ming.

That's right, Chu Ming disguised himself as Gin again.

Sigh, there are too few opportunities for Gin to be away from home, and even fewer opportunities for him not to be with Vodka. Chu Ming was thinking about the large amount of points Vodka contributed last time, so he decided to give Vodka another surprise.

"Hmm." Chu Ming kept his eyes straight ahead, walking past the vodka.

Vodka, used to Gin's style, adjusted his pace to keep up with Chu Ming's, saying as they walked, "I was just about to call my brother, Rum just arrived."

???

Why is Rum looking for Gin?

Haven't they always disliked each other?

Chu Ming was filled with questions, but he showed no sign of them on his face. He nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the main conference hall.

Rum was sitting in his seat with a sullen face. When he saw Gin approaching, a hint of malice and schadenfreude flashed in his eyes, but he quickly put on his habitual amiable smile: "Gin, have you seen Granbury recently?"

?

What a weird opening line! Doesn't Rum usually start with sarcastic remarks? Why is he being so peaceful today? And why ask about his recent situation? Can't he just ask him directly if he needs something?

"Just say what you have to say." Chu Ming mimicked Gin's tone, sounding impatient.

In the past, Rum would have jumped up like a pufferfish and pricked Gin with his thorns when faced with Gin's tone, but this time he is still the same as when he first started. Could it be that he needs something from Gin?

“Sigh, Gin, I’m not trying to be mean, but I’ll just say this today because I’m old-fashioned. I watched Granbury grow up. I only let him come here because he wanted to join the action team. But you should pay more attention to Granbury’s mental state. He… sigh—” Rum hesitated, looking troubled.

? ? ? ? ?

Chu Ming was even more confused. Was Rum trying to sow discord?

Seeing that Gin remained silent, staring at him coldly like an ice sculpture, Rum didn't care. The colder Gin was now, the angrier he would be when he read the novel. He was already this angry after being mentioned a few times in the novel, while Gin, from the male lead to the female lead, and then to the female supporting character... his status was dropping step by step.

Rum pushed the computer in his hand in front of Gin: "Hey, take a look for yourself, this was written by Granbury."

Chu Ming glanced at the screen.