Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

[Obsessed with the goddess, crazy about the goddess, willing to bang my head against a wall for the goddess]: [Applause][Applause][Applause]

[The White-Haired Veteran Drama Queen]: [Applause][Applause][Applause]

[Where is the old servant's hair?]: [Applause][Applause][Applause]

【I want to become someone more beautiful than Kotoko】: Gin wiping his gun warning.jpg, look, I suspect my brother is now picking up a gun and getting ready to come find you guys.

[Thousand-Faced Witch]: Sweetheart, your expressions are pretty good! Anything else?

【I want to become someone even more beautiful than Kotoko】: If my sister talks about this, I won't be sleepy anymore, I'll be waiting!

[I want to become someone more beautiful than Kotoko]: Gin stares blankly.jpg

[I want to be more beautiful than Kotoko]: Gin covering his hat.jpg

[I want to be more beautiful than Kotoko]: Lafitte rolling.jpg

[I want to become more beautiful than Kotoko]: Vodka in horror.jpg

……

Chu Ming hadn't chatted online for a long time. Although he was usually quite good at flirting, people are separated by the internet. Now, many things that he couldn't say in real life could come out. He completely let loose and sent out all the things he had saved before, such as the funny faces he made after disguising himself as Gin.

So when Gin finished showering and took out his phone, he was greeted with 99+ chat messages. Gin casually opened one and glanced at it, only to find that the people in the chat were automatically scrolling through emojis at lightning speed. Different types of cat, dog, and tree emojis, interspersed with a few human emojis, were flashing rapidly across the screen. He clicked his tongue and casually closed the app, completely ignoring his username and the specific content of the chat in the group.

Chapter 452 Disguise

These past few days, Gin has felt that his subordinates are looking at him strangely. He has been leading his task force on missions quite often and has been rather lenient with them. He doesn't usually hold Chianti, that idiot who doesn't think before she speaks, against him, but overall, these people are quite obedient.

But in the short time it took to assign tasks today, Chianti and Cohen had already stared at his hat mysteriously for the seventh time.

"What exactly are you two looking at?" Gin frowned, somewhat impatiently.

Chianti shook her head quickly, then lowered her head, but still exchanged a glance with Cohen as she did so.

?

Could it be that Granbury has pulled some trick again?

If Gin has any problems right now, the first suspect is Granbury.

He didn't make a fuss. After finishing the task, while Cohen and Chianti were fiddling with their phones, he simply and casually took the phone from her hand and glanced at it.

That one glance made him freeze in place.

He slowly clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force, while his fingertips were flushed red with blood. He said, slowly and deliberately, "What is this?"

Chianti looked at her newly purchased phone with a hint of heartache, too guilty to take it back from Gin, and stammered, "It wasn't us, it was Granburgella's group chat. He posted this photo too. We were just curious..."

Gin, enraged, laughed and threw his phone into Chianti's arms. Then, he looked at the two of them menacingly and said, "The sniper's physical training is on the agenda. From today onwards, you two will go to the base for three hours of physical training every day."

!!!

The physical training at the base is unlike any other; it's all extreme training, pushing you to the brink of exhaustion. You train to the maximum extent within your capabilities. Basically, if you go for three hours, you'll be completely exhausted for the rest of the day.

Chianti opened her mouth as if to protest, but upon meeting Gin's gaze, she shrank back timidly, looking aggrieved: "We snipers are supposed to be good at long-range combat, barely passable in close combat..."

"What if we get surrounded? Are you planning to smash their heads with a sniper rifle?" Gin's sudden sharp retort made Chianti shrink back and nudge Cohen with his elbow, signaling him to go for it.

Cohen, unusually quick-witted, replied: "Three hours? That's too much."

Chianti nodded emphatically in agreement.

"Then four hours it will be." Gin was scrolling through the chat history in his hand, his face growing increasingly gloomy, and his murderous aura was practically overflowing.

Chianti and Cohen exchanged a glance, then looked at Gin, who was now radiating murderous intent, and ultimately held back and remained silent.

Judging from this, Gin is definitely going to settle scores with Gran Birch. They'd better behave themselves for now and wait until Gin has finished beating Gran Birch and his anger has subsided before they try to plead for them.

This is so unfair! They've been wronged completely...

The group was created by Granbury, the pictures were uploaded by Granbury, and the people laughing wildly below are Rum and Vermouth, who are clearly just quiet lurkers watching the show!

Given the sudden training, Chianti decided not to inform Granburg, after all, she was a vengeful woman!

-

"Gin, are you done with your mission? Did you bring me any food? I'm starving QAQ." Chu Ming was curled up on the sofa, playing Tetris with his legs crossed. The blocks on the screen moved extremely fast, and Chu Ming's fingertips moved nimbly across the screen, stacking them up layer by layer and then eliminating them one by one.

Chu Ming likes to pile up the left side high and leave a blank column on the right side, then eliminate them all at the end. This requires extremely fast hand speed when the speed is very fast. It looks like you're going to die, but you just can't.

Gin didn't say anything, but went over and pulled the person up from the sofa to sit up straight.

"Hey hey hey bro, wait wait wait, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, my block—" Chu Ming was suddenly lifted up, and his first reaction was to grip his phone tightly. He had just gotten a long, rectangular block that could clear four rows at once, but Gin interrupted him and poked it right next to him, game over.

"Big brother, what are you doing? I'm breaking a record! I was just a little bit away from breaking my own record from last time!" Chu Ming sat cross-legged, looking at him with an expression that said, "You have to give me an explanation."

Gin threw his phone at him: "Are you looking for death?"

Chu Ming opened his phone with a puzzled look, then looked at the screen—a bald man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, grinning greasyly as he looked at 'Gin'. He started to chuckle, but then remembered the real person was right in front of him. He tried to hold back, but couldn't, and finally let loose, collapsing onto the sofa and laughing like a hundred-pound idiot: "Hahahahahahahaha..."

Gin remained silent, trying to kill him with his cold gaze. He thought Chu Ming would eventually stop laughing, but after waiting for a long time, he laughed more and more exaggeratedly until he couldn't even laugh anymore. His mouth was still stretched out and twitching silently on the sofa.

Gin finally couldn't resist and pulled out his Beretta.

-

Amidst the chaos, Chu Ming, clutching his gunshot wounds to his arm and leg, sat pitifully in front of his computer. Under Gin's supervision, he photoshopped a picture of himself with a bald head and a bunch of emojis, then sent it to the group chat, trying his best to ignore the burst of teasing that erupted in the chat.

At the same time, facing the looming threat of Gin's dark gun barrel, I tearfully sent a copy of these pictures to the BOSS as well.

Damn it, they're killing me by destroying my spirit!

How could Gin have become like this!

You're out of character, you know that?!

Having vented his anger, and with today's training over, Gin leaned back in his chair, his face slightly tilted back, his eyebrows and eyes cold and his features sharp, allowing Chu Ming to apply makeup to his face and change his appearance. Chu Ming had told him before that the 'Cocoon' press conference required the two of them to attend together, but it was best not to reveal his true appearance, since the police would definitely be there.

He wasn't worried at all about Granburch taking revenge. So what if Granburch disguised him? It wasn't his face anyway. Gin was always easygoing when it came to completing the mission.

Chu Ming looked at Gin, who had his eyes closed and was letting him do whatever he wanted to him on his face. He couldn't help but smile when he remembered how Gin was uncomfortable being in the same room with him when they first started doing missions.

He's currently obsessed with teasing Gin because he wants to see Gin's expressions beyond his coldness.

He can't always be a task machine. People who don't care about anything don't care about their own lives. What if Gin gets killed because of this attitude when he becomes the boss? Where can he find another hard-working person like Gin who doesn't slack off and doesn't like to use public funds for eating and drinking?

It's good as it is now; it has a bit of popularity.

Chu Ming's current disguise is a combination of makeup techniques from his previous life and the disguise techniques he learned from Vermouth.

Chu Ming meticulously sculpted Gin's face. His eyes were too fierce and needed softening. He adjusted the eyebrows and eye makeup with makeup, and added colored contact lenses to slightly conceal them...

After working for half a day, Chu Ming looked at his finished product with satisfaction and happily took a mirror to show Gin.

Chapter 453 What Was Forgotten

In the mirror, his long hair was pulled back with a wig by Chu Ming, replaced by soft, silver strands of hair that fell around his neck. His slightly immature eyebrows and eyes, even with his cold temperament and strong killing intent, only showed a somewhat serious gaze. His youthful face was somewhat similar to his real face, but his temperament was completely different.

Gin glanced at the mirror and said in a straight-laced manner, "What's the difference between this and my own face?"

Seeing his efforts over such a long time being negated, Chu Ming angrily threw the mirror aside, stood in front of him, and argued: "How can there be no difference? Look here, I used special materials to fill it in a little to highlight the youthful look, and the eyebrows and eye makeup softened your eyes, and here..."

Chu Ming opened his mouth and rattled off the tasks he had done to Gin, finally concluding: "Let's put it this way, if you go out like this, even if someone has seen you before, they'll only suspect that you just look a little similar, but they'll never think you're the same person. However, you still need to change your clothes."

Gin took the shirt from Chu Ming and went into the room to change.

When he came out, Chu Ming's eyes lit up when he saw Gin, who looked somewhat childish because of his clothes.

From his angle, the boy, exuding a faint aura of indifference, stood backlit, his silver, shoulder-length hair cascading down his shoulders. He lowered his head slightly, his fine bangs covering his somewhat immature features. His white shirt, combined with his aloof demeanor, gave him the air of a cool and aloof school heartthrob.

"How about it? Don't you feel like you've become young again?" Chu Ming was very satisfied with his aesthetic sense and quickly snapped a picture of him and sent it to the BOSS.

Good things should be shared with the boss, and hopefully the boss can forget about his previous bald head photos.

After finishing with the gin, Chu Ming began to work on his disguise.

Each theatrical release is a source of huge amounts of points for him, so he must prepare well.

Especially since he's bringing Gin into the main storyline this time, he has to choose a good entry point.

-

"Big brother, I'm all done, let's go~" Chu Ming said as he fiddled with his wig and walked out.

“…Let’s try something different.” Gin looked at Chu Ming, his brows furrowed, clearly showing some disdain.

Chu Ming looked himself up and down: "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"You'd better remember, you're here on a mission." Gin looked at Chu Ming, who was dressed in a white dress, still sporting the familiar Baileys outfit. "Don't try to emulate Vermouth. She likes to disguise herself as a man and go to bars when she's bored. What are you doing disguised as a woman?"

Now increasingly adept at cross-dressing, Chu Ming proudly raised his head and said, "I'm doing this to avoid being recognized!"

"Change it." Gin said coldly.

"No." Chu Ming refused. He had already planned the script and was just waiting for the roles to be in place. How could he change the actors at the beginning? "The boss said to listen to me during the mission. I think it's okay. Let's go and get ready to leave. If we don't go now, we'll miss the press conference."

Chu Ming pushed Gin forward from behind, feeling like he had forgotten something, but couldn't remember it after thinking about it, so he scratched his head.

Never mind, if I can't remember, it probably isn't anything important.

——Bullshit!

As Chu Ming took out the invitation that the hacking system had added to him and walked into the press conference venue at the Beika Municipal Building with Gin, he caught a glimpse of Ai Haibara, who was standing with her hands behind her back, mingling with the Detective Boys and queuing up to enter with Conan. His vision went black.

He finally remembered what he had forgotten: he had forgotten to tell Ai Haibara not to go to the 'Cocoon' press conference, because Gin was going too. If he ran into her, even if he didn't recognize Conan, he would definitely recognize Ai Haibara. After all, she had lived in the organization since she was a child, and there was no way Gin hadn't seen her before...

It's all Gin's fault. After being forced by Gin to take those meme-worthy photos, he was busy secretly hacking into everyone's phones to delete the saved images, so he didn't notice anything amiss.