Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chu Ming was stunned by the amount of information Gin provided. So this was why Lafitte hated power struggles: "And then what? And then what? None of this has anything to do with Vermouth!"

“Lafitte’s status in the organization is actually higher than Vermouth’s,” Gin suddenly said, making a seemingly unrelated remark.

“But Lafitte clearly showed some respect for Vermouth. I thought it was because Vermouth was a relative of the BOSS, so he gave her some face. Turns out that’s not it…” Chu Ming suddenly understood something and guessed, “Lafitte was saved by Vermouth?”

Gin nodded slightly: "According to the file, Lafitte was introduced into the organization by Vermouth, and the experiment back then was also completed by the two of them together."

"Were only Vermouth and Lafitte involved in the experiment back then?" Chu Ming straightened up. "What exactly was that experiment?"

Gin took a deep drag on his cigarette, his usually sharp gaze unusually somber: "The experiment that broke through the shackles of life—there were probably tens of thousands of people who participated back then, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, but only Lafitte and Vermouth survived."

"The BOSS didn't participate in that experiment?" Chu Ming asked, somewhat puzzled. "I thought—"

“The boss is cautious by nature. He won’t take that step unless he’s completely sure.” Gin casually tossed his cigarette butt out the car window. “I’ve heard what I wanted to hear. Let’s drive.”

Chu Ming actually had many more questions to ask, but Gin clearly felt he had gone too far and stopped talking, so Chu Ming silently shut his mouth and started driving.

Never mind, I'll ask Vermouth about it when I have the chance.

Gin is getting more and more impatient. When I was his underling, he was quite amiable. But now that I'm in a higher position, Gin is no longer willing to tell me stories.

Alas, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Could it be that Gin is jealous of his status...?

Chapter 535 Artistic Creation

Doing missions with Gin is actually quite quick, since he doesn't need to do much. He just acts like he's Vodka now, only needing to be the driver. For some missions, he doesn't even need to get out of the car. He just takes Gin to his destination and then watches Gin get into the car amidst the cold, blood-scented wind.

I envy vodka every day (1/1)

When Gin returned after finishing one of his tasks, he saw Chu Ming slumped over the steering wheel, lost in thought, with a headache.

"Are you planning to be the driver today?"

Upon hearing the voice, Chu Ming immediately sat up straight with a beaming smile: "Hello, passenger, welcome to our company's oldest model taxi. Front-seat passengers, please fasten your seatbelts."

"Enough, shut up." Gin rubbed his temples. He might as well do missions alone next time; Granburch was really a bit too noisy.

"Okay passenger, no problem passenger, where is your next destination passenger?"

"...back to base."

Chu Ming stepped on the gas and sped back to the base.

When they entered, the base was still the same as when they left that morning. Vodka and the others hadn't slept all night and were now catching up on sleep. Lafitte and Vermouth hadn't returned yet either.

"They've slept until the afternoon, so they'll have to stay up all night again..." Chu Ming didn't feel like he was the culprit at all, but instead sighed, "They really don't sleep at night and don't wake up during the day."

Seeing that Gin ignored him, Chu Ming waved his hand: "I'll leave as soon as I'm done disguising myself. I'll see if I can snag a ticket for the airship. Gin, you can handle the rest. Let me know if anything changes."

Gin nodded slightly, then lowered his head to continue reading his intelligence.

Back in his room, Chu Ming used his points to disguise his injuries with freshly scabbed scars, and carefully left a trace of disinfectant on himself before setting off to find Conan.

There's no way around it; when facing Conan's keen sense of smell, you can't leave even the slightest opening.

It just so happens that it's a holiday today, so Conan stayed home instead of going out. I don't know why there are so many holidays in the Conan world.

"Brother Chu Ming!" Conan's eyes lit up the moment he saw Chu Ming. "Are you feeling better?"

"I can run and jump, I'm fine now." Chu Ming smiled and plopped down on the sofa.

Conan, smelling the faint scent of disinfectant in the air and glancing at Chu Ming's pale face, which seemed to be recovering from a serious illness, thoughtfully poured him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Why don't you rest more?"

"I've been lying in bed so much my bones are practically rusting. Watanabe even said I could get out of bed and move around more, but after wandering around for a bit, I didn't find it interesting, so I decided to come and visit you. After all, you guys usually have a lot of activities." Chu Ming leaned against the sofa, his slender fingers holding a water glass, his eyebrows slightly drooping, looking particularly melancholy.

Conan immediately suggested, "Why don't you come with us and ride Sonoko's airship? You've been cooped up in the hospital room for too long. Going to a place with a wide view will help you relax."

Chu Ming didn't refuse; his main purpose in coming here was to infiltrate the airship fleet.

However, even though he achieved his goal, he didn't leave just like that. Instead, he shamelessly ate dinner at the detective agency before leisurely heading home.

As soon as I got home, I drew the curtains, turned on the computer, and began a new chapter of literary creation.

He heard some gossip from Gin, and now he feels his inspiration flowing like a spring.

Isn't Lafitte's experience just a classic, old-fashioned trope for a male protagonist in a web novel?

Betrayed by a close friend in his youth, he was fortunate to be saved by a beautiful woman, participated in a crazy experiment, survived countless near-death experiences, and then returned in a powerful manner to slap the faces of all those who had bullied him...

Tsk tsk tsk, but the plot still needs to be modified a bit, otherwise Lafitte will definitely explode if he finds out.

Even though Rum and Gin already know the truth, what does it matter? Neither of them are gossips.

His fingertips flew across the keyboard, and characters flashed rapidly on the screen.

"...

This is a typical story from the beginning. The old lord of Edo Castle is old and frail, but still holds great power. The young lord, Uchi, is young and strong, but he has been in the position of young lord for too long and thinks, "How can one be a crown prince for twenty years?" So he tries to win over the support of the famous General Wataru.

He sent his trusted lieutenant, Mr. Kuroko, to persuade him, but was met with a stern refusal from General Watari.

General Du Fei had only the greater good of the world and the safety of the common people in his heart. He believed that although Wu Qi was the city lord, he only wanted to fight for power and was not a wise ruler at all.

However, the young city lord Wuqi harbored resentment, believing that Dufei was a stubborn man who would rather die than listen to reason. So he planned to send his trusted and beloved second general, the dancer Ji'anzi, to infiltrate Dufei's side.

General Dufei had a beloved woman, Princess Bed, of the Empire.

In his heart, Princess Bedre was like the moon in the sky, a flower in the mist; he would be content as long as he could protect her from afar.

However, during one of Princess Bede's trips, she was assassinated by a small border country called the Kingdom of Good Look. This assassination was an operation that the Kingdom of Good Look had planned for a long time, and Princess Bede was traveling in secrecy and did not bring many guards.

When the assassination attempt came, the guards quickly led the princess away while fighting.

On the way, they encountered General Dufei, who was out of the city hunting. Seeing that his goddess was under attack, Dufei rushed forward immediately and fought the enemy forces alone.

During the battle, due to the overwhelming numbers of the enemy and the need to protect the princess, General Dufei was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

The young city lord thought that Du Fei was unwilling to help him, so he decided to take this opportunity to get rid of him. He sent someone to kill Du Fei while he was sick, and then he could take over Du Fei's military power.

So he took a two-pronged approach: on the one hand, he sent a large force to pursue Wataru, and on the other hand, he sent a message to the dancer Kianko, asking her to stay by Wataru's side during this time.

Even if a large force can't kill Wataru, Kimiko can still act from within.

......"

Chu Ming became more and more excited as he wrote, completely portraying himself as the villain, and even managed to infiltrate the chaos by placing Qin Jiu under his wing.

After all, it's artistic creation; it's okay to imagine some fictional events, right?

He posted what he had written on the dark web and went to sleep, completely disregarding the shock his novel, filled with the atmosphere of power struggles and usurpation, caused to people browsing the dark web late at night.

Chapter 536 The Fickle Man

Chianti tried to catch up on sleep during the day, but unsurprisingly, she couldn't sleep in the latter half of the night.

Just as she was yawning and walking out the door, she heard a loud crash from the vodka room, as if something had hit the ground.

?

Vodka's room was right next to hers. She peeked in with a puzzled look and found that Vodka's door was open. Vodka himself was grimacing, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, his whole body wrapped in a blanket, lying on the floor below the bed, while his other hand was tightly clutching his phone.

Chianti looked at him with disdain and speechlessness: "You... you rolled down while playing?"

Vodka was still staring at his phone as if he'd seen a ghost, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, completely oblivious to what Chianti was saying.

"What are you looking at? Why are you so terrified? Is your new idol in love?" Chianti said as she walked over and peeked to see what was making Vodka so shocked.

That one glance left her completely stunned.

"What are you looking at?!" Chianti frantically snatched the phone from Vodka's hand, scrutinizing it to see if she was seeing things. "Are you crazy?! What the hell is this?! What is Chianti?!"

Vodka then stared blankly at Chianti beside him, muttering, "You saw it too? Am I seeing things? How dare he…"

He knew that the novel was written by Chu Ming, and it was precisely because he knew that he was even more shocked by Chu Ming's audacity.

Is this something you can just write casually?

The old city lord is old and frail, while the young city lord plots to usurp the throne...

This person is truly fearless...

He even claimed that his older brother and Chianti were his people, just in case that person actually believed him...

And if he remembers correctly, Granburger's author name seems to be his pseudonym.

Oh my god! If this is discovered, will Vodka even be able to live?

Chianti sat cross-legged on the ground, quietly trying to get information out of him: "Do you know who this author is? Tell me, and I won't tell anyone else. At most, I'll go and beat him up myself, but I definitely won't say that you told me!"

Vodka's lips twitched, and he shook his head vigorously: "I don't know either."

Just kidding, I can't exactly tell you the author's name is Little Bird Vodka! Even though Granburg is trying to shift the blame onto himself, who would believe that...?

After much pleading, Vodka still hadn't given a hint, so Chianti stopped pressing him and instead walked absentmindedly toward her room.

"I must have slept too long, my brain is still foggy, I must be dreaming, I'll go back to sleep and see if I can wake up..."

……

Meanwhile, Chu Ming stayed comfortably at home for two days until Conan called him early in the morning to say that today was the day the Suzuki family's airship would take off.

By the time Chu Ming arrived, almost everyone had already gathered.

"Brother Chu Ming, are you feeling better?" Ai Haibara turned around and saw Chu Ming walking towards her, so she quickly went over to ask him.

Chu Ming gently rubbed her head: "Much better. You can eat, sleep, run, and jump. Don't worry, I'm recovering very quickly."

The group chatted and laughed as they boarded the airship. As the airship lifted off the ground and slowly ascended, the children peered out the windows, marveling at the scenery around them and shouting excitedly.