Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Conan keenly noticed the part that Chu Ming had concealed in his words, and his heart pounded like a drum.

What can't be hidden from the team?

organize?!!!

Is this someone from that organization?

No wonder, no wonder he was so familiar with the way blood flows after a person dies!

Can she disguise herself? Could this be Vermouth?

No, that's not right. This should be the person who disguised himself as Brother Chu Ming that day!

That Granbury!

Chapter 505 Detective, what should you do?

"You're talking nonsense! What makes you think Reiko killed her? It's impossible that my bullet just happened to hit her!"

"Oh, just a lucky break?" Chu Ming flicked his fingers dismissively. "Do you think Xiwei is stupid? He's got guns pointed at him and he's still sitting there acting all high and mighty, betting that your bullets might hit him?"

"..." Ito Suehiko recalled Nishio's motionless silence when he fired the shot, and suddenly understood something, but still stubbornly insisted, "It's also possible that I fired the very first shot—"

"Are you unwilling to accept the facts?" Chu Ming was getting annoyed by his stubbornness. If he hadn't promised Vermouth, he would have preferred to let him die with these questions unanswered. "The blood on the back of his chair is flowing downwards and has already congealed. If you shot him in the back first and then accidentally shot the wheel of the chair, there's no way that much blood could have been left on the chair in just over ten seconds. The only possibility is that he was already killed by a single shot earlier!"

For a long time, Ito Suehiko remained silent.

Hattori, seeing that he didn't speak, became a little anxious: "Alright, now that you have the information you wanted to know, shouldn't you remove Kazuha and the others' bracelets?"

"Reiko isn't dead, is she? She's definitely not dead! I want to ask her why this happened. Bring her to me, and I'll unlock the bracelet!" Ito Suehiko's voice rang out, bordering on madness. "Bring her here!"

"You didn't mention this before! You—"

"Beep beep beep—" The phone was hung up instantly.

"Damn it!" Hattori stared intently at his phone, wishing he could smash it on the ground.

"Alright, Hattori, we still have time, don't we!" Conan comforted him. "Besides—"

Before he could finish speaking, the roar of a motorcycle, mixed with the sound of shattering glass, began to ring out, growing ever closer.

Chu Ming turned to look at the doorway, his eyes gleaming with anticipation: "They seem to be coming this way; they might not be friendly."

The group hurriedly walked outside, and as soon as they stepped out, they saw a group of people on motorcycles wearing helmets chasing after them.

"Splitting up won't work," Conan said anxiously.

"Nonsense, gangsters are all armed. If you split up, you'll just get shot dead. Lead them to the narrow staircase at the back of this building! I have a plan," Chu Ming retorted. "You don't know anything about chasing people. If you don't want to die, listen to me."

After being scolded by Chu Ming, the three of them fell silent and ran forward. When they reached the narrow staircase Chu Ming had mentioned, Chu Ming threw down a handful of nails, flipped over, and slid down the handrail: "Stay close to me, don't step on the nails."

With three little tails following him, Chu Ming crouched down at the exit of the stairs on the first floor.

Before long, because the staircase was narrow and dark, the gangsters who were chasing them couldn't see anything. One by one, they tumbled down the stairs along with their motorcycles because their tires suddenly went flat.

The three men who were lying in wait at the bottom of the stairs came down one by one and took all the guns and weapons. Chu Ming also tied them up.

Conan looked at the familiar binding method and thought of his own experience of being tied to a tire, and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Suddenly, Chu Ming kicked Hattori aside and pulled Conan aside.

Three bullets struck the spot where they had just been standing. A gangster who had escaped the attack while hiding behind the wall was walking towards them with a gun in his hand.

Chu Ming tossed Conan and Hattori aside, then with a swift movement, hooked his fingers around a gun he had just confiscated. Taking advantage of his side-lying position, he fired a precise shot into the gangster's wrist.

"what--"

Blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by screams, and with a clatter, the gun fell to the ground.

Chu Ming leaped up and glanced at the minimap; there were no more red names upstairs.

"Kudo, um, you...you fired a shot..." Hattori stammered, "He...you—"

Hattori didn't know what to say. Chu Ming slowly tore a piece of cloth off the person lying on the ground and wiped the fingerprints off the gun.

Although he had taken precautions to prevent fingerprints from being left on the surface, he did it simply because he thought it was a cool gesture.

"What's wrong? Didn't we already confirm that I'm not the real Shinichi Kudo?" Chu Ming, using Shinichi Kudo's face, revealed a wicked smile. "Why are you still calling me Kudo? You can call me Matsu, Take, Yu, or Susuke."

Conan's pupils widened suddenly, and he murmured, "You are—Granbury..."

Chu Ming snapped his fingers: "It was me. Congratulations, you guessed right!"

Seeing Conan's somewhat pale face, Chu Ming tilted his head, looking troubled. "What's wrong? I saved your life before, so why are you acting like this when you see your savior? Tsk, that's just how famous detectives are, sigh~"

Conan composed himself: "I'm very grateful that you saved me back then, but there's no denying that you did a lot too—"

Chu Ming waved his hand: "Alright, famous detective, don't try to lecture me. If reasoning worked, I wouldn't be in the organization."

"Are you here to arrest me?" Conan's fingers trembled, and he unconsciously touched his tranquilizer watch.

"No, I'm here to stall you for someone's sake~" Chu Ming smiled maliciously, "After all, you're being protected, so no one will touch you for now unless it involves the organization's secrets. The person we're targeting is—"

"Haibara!" Conan's eyes widened. "You're going to arrest Haibara?"

"Yes, Detective, but..." Chu Ming's eyes crinkled into a malicious smile, "Aren't you in a hurry to save your girlfriend right now? It seems you don't have time to go back and save Sherry~ Or are you going to abandon your beloved Ran to save that woman? What should you do, Detective? Which one will you choose?"

"Hey, your conflicted expression is so funny! I love these kinds of melodramatic choices!"

Chu Ming looked at the points that had been credited to his account with satisfaction, and put on an even more energetic performance.

Chapter 506 Are you a sore loser?

"What if I want to choose both!" Conan's competitive nature resurfaced.

"You can't be so greedy, Detective," Chu Ming said leisurely, leaning against the stair railing. "Vermouth should be with Sherry by now. Admittedly, if you rush over there, given your relationship with Vermouth, she'll probably let Sherry go again. But then you won't have time to find Shimizu Reiko, and your girlfriend's bracelet will—bang—"

Chu Ming made an explosive gesture, which made himself laugh. Seeing the unpleasant expressions on the faces of the three people around him, he asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Isn't it funny? Why aren't you laughing?"

How could they possibly be laughing?

Conan's face turned ashen. He glanced at Hattori and Kid beside him. Upon meeting his gaze, Hattori stepped forward: "Don't worry, Hakuba and I will definitely find Ms. Shimizu, so you can go without worry—"

Chu Ming interrupted him directly: "That won't do. Don't get involved in things that don't concern you. If you insist on getting involved, I can give you two options: do you want to get involved to help your brother, or do you want to hurry back and find Miss He Ye, who you haven't become girlfriend yet?"

"This is our business, don't involve others!" Conan said urgently, standing up with a serious expression. "This has nothing to do with Hattori!"

"I know~" Chu Ming said innocently, "Did I want to drag him into this? No way, I think you were the one who wanted to drag him in just now. I saw it, you and Mr. Hattori exchanging glances~"

"How can it not concern me!" Hattori blurted out. "Kazuha is also trapped in the amusement park. I need to find Shimizu Reiko to unlock the bracelet on Kazuha's wrist. Fine, I'll investigate my own then!"

Chu Ming chuckled lightly: "Of course you can, but Shimizu Reiko is already in my hands. If you want to do something futile, I won't stop you."

"you--"

Chu Ming looked surprised: "Mr. Hattori seems really angry. Why? Why are you yelling at me? If you want to save your girlfriend, you should talk to Mr. Kudo! If he promises not to interfere with Vermouth's operation to capture the traitor, I'll immediately have someone deliver Shimizu Reiko to you, so your beloved can be saved. See, one for two, what a bargain!"

Conan clenched his fists tightly. Even today, the trolley paradox is still a topic of discussion for many people. Faced with a speeding trolley, should one choose to save one person or five? Many people cannot make this decision.

So even though Conan is a famous high school detective, and even though he enjoys a great reputation at a young age, he is still thrown into a state of confusion when faced with the question of which person to save.

His breathing quickened slightly, and his defiant spirit resurfaced. He glared at Chu Ming with hatred: "I won't be led astray by you. I'll save everyone!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the amusement park.

Hattori and Kid quickly followed.

Chu Ming leaned back, smiling, and waved him away, saying loudly, "I admire the detective's vibrant spirit~ Keep it up~"

The next second, once Conan was out of sight, she quickly jumped up, drove off to the amusement park.

If I arrive at the amusement park a step after Conan, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

How can I still act cool?

Ugh, his damn competitive spirit.

While he was driving, the communication crystal ball that had been given to Kidd started shaking violently and flashing white light.

Chu Ming held the shimmering crystal ball, momentarily stunned.

Could it be that Kidd is calling him to ask for help?

Chu Ming quickly stopped by the roadside. This place was still far from the Fantasy Park, and Conan wouldn't be able to get there anytime soon. Chu Ming looked through the organization's safe houses in Yokohama, found a nearby public safe house, and went inside using the watch access card given to him before fighting the BOSS.

Practice makes perfect. After modifying the virtual environment, he switched to disguise and connected to the communication.

"What is it?" The black-haired, red-eyed demon lazily propped up his wings and leaned against the throne. However, this time the background was no longer the deathly silence of the last time, but a luxurious hall of a palace. Through the exposed corners, one could see some demons exchanging toasts.

"Lucifer, I need your help with something. Are you busy right now...?" Kid reverted to his original appearance. He had just made an excuse to separate from Conan and the others, and secretly hid on the top of the building to summon Lucifer.

Judging from Conan's tone earlier, this must be a vicious organization. He doesn't have any immediate solutions, so he can only rescue the person first before considering anything else.

But he had no clues at all, so he had no choice but to ask the demon for help.

“Speak.” Lucifer swirled the wine in his glass, the bright red liquid swirling within, a few drops of red clinging to the glass before slowly sliding down. “It’s because I love your soul that I don’t mind you contacting me whenever you want.”

"Oh, Lord Lucifer, is this the collection you've been hiding from us all this time?" A scantily clad, flamboyantly beautiful woman with devil horns squatted down beside the throne, pointed at the portrait of Kidd, and giggled. "What a dazzling soul! When you're tired of playing with it, will you give it to me?"

Lucifer raised his hand, and a black flame slowly ignited in his palm: "Asmodeus, do not covet my collection, you are not worthy."

The female demon, addressed as Asmodeus, slightly changed her expression: "Lord Lucifer, this is Lord Mammon's banquet. If you damage his palace, he will be very angry!"

"Hmph, so what?" The flames seemed to grow even larger, and Asmodeus finally didn't dare to continue his presumptuous actions. He retreated a few steps, showing weakness, and moved out of the range that the crystal ball could see.

Chu Ming used the editable projection of the crystal ball to patch up his identity again, staging a self-directed and self-acted performance.

It's time to scare the little pigeon again; why does he always come to us for everything?