Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

I wonder if the organization can tolerate the addition of the Son of the World.

Is he going to turn from Detective Conan into Conan the Wine Masterpiece...?

Looking at Conan in front of him, Chu Ming regarded him as a lab rat, a hint of mockery slowly appearing in his eyes.

If Conan could be brought into the organization, wouldn't that mean he could change the entire timeline all by himself?

Just thinking about it is so exciting!

But there's no rush. We need to wait until he has complete control of the distillery.

Otherwise, it won't do to be too restrained by the BOSS.

Tsk, another day of plotting to usurp the throne.

Granburg's inner monologue

Chapter 526 The King's Ring

Just as the two were staring at each other, a soft knock came from the door.

Conan knew it must be Ai Haibara who brought the clothes. He looked at Chu Ming warily, unsure of what to do.

You can't have two Shinichi Kudos going out together, can you?

Seeing Conan's occasional glances over, Chu Ming jumped down from the windowsill.

Considering Conan provided him with tens of thousands of points, I'll give him face today.

He gently tugged at his face, peeling off a disguise. After fiddling with it for a while, he stuck it back on, revealing it to be Chu Ming's own face.

"How about it? Not bad, right?" I pretended to be myself.

Conan was momentarily speechless: "Why do you like using other people's faces so much?"

"Because my own face looks a bit older, I like this face; it makes me look younger." Chu Ming praised himself without reservation.

"..." Faced with such a powerful, occasionally crazy, and shameless person, Conan was speechless.

After a long while, Conan didn't open the door, and she could faintly hear voices inside. Ai Haibara was a little confused. She knocked gently again: "Do you need any clothes? If not, I'll leave. You can stay inside."

"Coming!" Conan quickly replied.

He glanced at Chu Ming, knowing that he had no way to stop this member of the organization. He also didn't know what this member of the organization wanted to do by returning to the scene. For now, he could only deal with whatever came his way.

Ai Haibara waited listlessly at the door, and just as she was about to knock again, the door suddenly opened.

Her eyes widened, and before she could see anything, she quickly turned her head away, simultaneously pushing the clothes forward: "Why did you open the door like that! Couldn't you have just opened a crack and taken it? Take it away!"

"..." Conan's eyes twitched, and he took the clothes from Ai Haibara with trembling hands, his voice full of despair, "What kind of clothes are these?"

"Isn't it enough to have something to wear? Why are you making such a fuss?" Ai Haibara was in the wrong, but she still didn't hold back.

"You can't just give me this to wear!" Conan waved the white coat in his hand, which was clearly left behind by some nurse in the infirmary. "You expect me to wear this one directly? As a dress?"

Good grief, Ai Haibara has gone astray like Chu Ming, she's become unreliable...

"That's better than having nothing to wear!" Ai Haibara turned her head to retort, just in time to see Conan dressed neatly and Chu Ming standing behind him.

"Brother Chu Ming!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you here? Is your injury all healed? Did Edogawa send you to deliver clothes? Why are you paying attention to him? Why aren't you resting at home?"

To portray the effect of not being himself, Chu Ming deliberately exuded the aura of someone in the organization, and said with a half-smile, "So you care about me that much?"

Ai Haibara's expression changed, and she instantly realized something was wrong. She turned to look at Conan in shock, her eyes asking, "Could this be Granbury?"

Conan nodded slightly, indicating that her guess was correct.

Ai Haibara's smile vanished, and she instantly became aloof.

Aside from Chu Ming, she had no friendly attitude towards anyone from any organization.

—Of course, this was under the condition that she knew Granburg wouldn't harm her and that she was already safe.

"I'll go check on Ran. You—" Conan wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

The person in front of me is a member of the organization. I can't keep an eye on him, but I feel like something will go wrong if I leave him alone. I can't even find someone to help keep an eye on him.

Like I said before, I wish I hadn't let Vermouth leave so soon!

"What, you still want to keep me by your side?" Chu Ming raised an eyebrow, his tone nasty. "Detective, you'd better know your place. Anyone who can control me is long gone. Want to try? Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Conan stopped in his tracks, looked at the organization member in front of him with a sneer on his face, who was wearing Chu Ming's face, turned around, went out and blended into the crowd, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Stop spacing out! Aren't you going to see Ran?" Ai Haibara urged Conan, who hadn't moved for a while. "We don't know when the drug will expire. If you don't go now, it might be too late."

Conan then looked away and hurried to find Ran.

*

Chu Ming followed the robot's location and walked towards Kidd's vicinity.

From afar, he could see Kidd talking to the robot. He randomly chose a bungee jumping spot that was currently under maintenance and walked in. Because it was undergoing routine maintenance, there was no one there.

Finding an empty office, Chu Ming tore off his disguise, directly fabricated Lucifer's face using points, and then turned on the robot's listening device.

"Around when did you start working for your master?"

"How did he turn himself into a puppet?"

"Are you volunteering?"

"What's it like to be turned into a puppet? Do you need to eat? Or should I treat you to cake?"

……

Goodness, this is a veritable 100,000 Whys...

The puppet silently followed behind Kidd, hovering at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, and did not respond to his endless stream of questions.

Kidd couldn't get a response no matter how he asked, and in the end he could only regretfully shut up.

He had just muted his microphone when the robot spoke up: "The master wants to see you."

Kidd paused, looking around. "Where? Are you taking me to hell? Are we starting directly from here? But isn't this a bit too fast? I'm not ready..."

The puppet pointed to the facility beside it: "There."

Kidd followed the robot into the office. As soon as he entered, he saw a man with red eyes and black hair lying on the office chair, his feet propped up on the desk, leisurely swinging around, looking every bit the capitalist.

Kidd looked around furtively like a thief, then quickly ran into the room, closed the door, and looked at Chu Ming, who was slumped in a chair like a salted fish: "You wanted to see me? Do you need my blood drawn now?"

Hmm, those words brought back memories of old-fashioned angst novels. He felt like the male lead who had to take the female lead's blood to save the wicked female supporting character...

Chu Ming waved his hand and secretly pressed the switch on the robot.

The robot emitted a plume of black smoke, and as Kidd watched the smoke dissipate, the enormous figure vanished.

He looked at the spot where the robot had disappeared, then at Chu Ming, scratched his face, and straightened up: "Come on."

He assumed that Chu Ming put the puppet away so he could take his heart's blood.

But it's obvious that Chu Ming wouldn't take it now.

You can't exactly stab someone with a knife, can you?

Wouldn't that mean Kidd is doomed to die...?

“No rush. I’m not in a hurry to get your blood right now. After all, if I take your blood, you’ll need at least a year to recover in your human body. After that year, your soul won’t be as perfect.” Chu Ming put down his crossed legs, stood up and looked at Kidd. “I won’t let my collection, which is about to mature, be damaged. I’ll leave your heart’s blood here for now, and I’ll come back to collect it when you come of age.”

"Then why did you come to me?" Kidd wasn't a masochist, and since Lucifer didn't need to give blood, he wasn't eager to do so.

"Since I'm not taking your blood now, in order to repay me, wouldn't you like to do something for me?" Chu Ming waved his hand, and the system projected a 3D projection in the void.

On the projection was an antique-style gold ring, with intricate patterns engraved on the gold band. Upon closer inspection, the patterns resembled mysterious characters. A dark red light surged across the ring, and faint flames clung to the inside of the ring, making it appear dark and mysterious.

"What is this...?" Kidd blinked as he looked at the ring.

“This is the Ring of the King of Hell, symbolizing the identity of the Lord of Hell. But I lost it when I broke through the void to the human world many years ago. Once the Ring of the King is deprived of its magical power, it becomes very ordinary.” As Lucifer spoke, he waved his hand lightly, and the characters and light on the ring disappeared, leaving only an ordinary-looking, very cheap-looking golden ring. “It will become like this, and I will not be able to find it.”

Kidd, whose gold ring wasn't even plain enough to be considered unadorned, fell silent: "How am I supposed to find this? You can find tons of these kinds of rings in any jewelry store..."

“If it were a simple task, do you think I would need to come to you?” A hint of impatience appeared in Lucifer’s delicate features. “You possess magic that allows you to form a temporary bond with me. Once you touch that royal ring, it will briefly reappear in its original form. Of course, only you can see it.”

Kidd nodded helplessly, "Alright, I'll try to be careful..."

Chu Ming waved his hand to disperse the projection, creating an ethereal royal ring. Now he had enough excuses to visit Kidd from time to time.

Come to think of it, he hasn't actually taken any of Kidd's points yet...

Chapter 527 Shameless

After deceiving Kidd with a illusory royal ring, Chu Ming didn't linger any longer and prepared to leave the Fantasy Paradise.

His meticulously planned classic two-choice scenario brought him a rich reward; indeed, the hard-working bird catches the worm. What kind of script should he come up with next?

Back at Lafitte's safe house, Chu Ming, carrying dinner he had brought for Lafitte, opened the door feeling refreshed.

"Lafitte, dinner's ready!"

After a long silence, Chu Ming tilted his head. Was he really not there, or was he pretending?

He tapped the bowl and continued calling out, "Hey, Lafitte, come eat!"

After waiting a while longer, there was still silence.

Chu Ming put the food on the table. Well, it really wasn't there.

Otherwise, a throwing knife would definitely have been thrown.