Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

After all, it’s all about acting.

He casually opened a door to the room he had just carefully chosen. It had no windows, thick walls, and a double-layered iron door that was well-sealed and could only be opened from the outside.

Most importantly, he had casually tossed the robot in earlier.

After pushing the group inside, Chu Ming took an ampoule from Vodka's hand, smashed it on the ground, and then locked the door from the outside.

The moment the bottle shattered, Ran held her breath and quickly untied the ropes from Conan and the other children's hands.

Conan then tore his clothes to shreds and made himself a makeshift three-layer mask, while also gesturing for the children to follow his example.

Only after everyone had covered their faces with homemade masks did they have the mind to observe their surroundings.

The room had few amenities, only a curtain pulled up from the middle.

Xiaolan tried to open the door, but found that it wouldn't open, so she casually pulled open the curtain.

"Brother Chu Ming!!"

Behind the curtain lay Chu Ming, who was unconscious.

Red rashes were slowly appearing on his face. He was breathing rapidly, his body was burning hot, and he was unconscious.

Chapter 545 Hero

"Brother Chu Ming!" Ai Haibara rushed over, pushing aside Conan and the others, and carefully checked on Chu Ming's condition.

Only then did they realize that besides his face, Chu Ming's body and hands were also covered with large patches of red rashes and blisters, especially the scars from his previous injuries, which were severely infected areas.

It's probably because he had suffered serious injuries before and hadn't fully recovered, resulting in a low immune system. He also inhaled a large amount of the virus, causing him to lose consciousness and become completely powerless against the virus's invasion. He was in a deep coma in bed.

Ai Haibara's fingers trembled slightly as she examined the body, and she stood frozen in place, overwhelmed by intense self-reproach.

If it weren't for what happened to her that caused Chu Ming such serious injuries, he wouldn't be so defenseless against the virus now.

Just as Vermouth said, instead of bringing disaster and misfortune to others everywhere, she might as well just go back to the organization...

Mingming is clearly a member of the organization, so how did things turn out like this?

Could it be Granburg's doing? Did he feel that Chu Ming was constantly threatening him with his own affairs, so he secretly sabotaged him and killed him?

Or perhaps Gin felt that Chu Ming's behavior was inappropriate and just wanted to teach Chu Ming a lesson, but he didn't expect Chu Ming to have such serious injuries.

Ai Haibara felt overwhelmed by too many negative emotions, and she felt like she was suffocating.

Conan, noticing Ai Haibara's deeply furrowed brows, cautiously inquired, "How is Brother Chu Ming doing?"

Although it was obvious at a glance that Chu Ming's current condition was not optimistic, Conan still consulted a professional, hoping to get the answer he was looking for from Ai Haibara.

Ai Haibara was heartbroken. Looking at Chu Ming's unconsciously furrowed brows, she remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "It's not good. His old injuries haven't healed, and the virus is spreading rapidly. Chu Ming is barely conscious right now. If we can't bring his fever down in time—"

Conan frantically searched the entire room, but there was nothing there, let alone any tools that could offer any help.

What to do now?

The people in the room could only sit around Chu Ming, watching his suffering and feeling anxious, but they were completely helpless.

*

Chu Ming leaned against the doorway, feeling his points steadily increasing, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Vodka, who was standing to the side, saw Chu Ming pressing his face against the door with a crazy smile on his face, but he didn't dare to ask. He waited until Chu Ming looked at him before cautiously asking, "So what do we do now?"

"Notify the Institute of Microbiology that once the virus starts spreading from here, contact the authorities to express our desire to join the vaccine research. As the institute that developed the virus, the authorities won't refuse." Chu Ming was a little disappointed that he didn't have any cigarettes on hand, otherwise lighting one would have made him look incredibly stylish.

"By now, that officer named Nakamori should have secretly contacted the police as well. After all, I didn't take back the phone those kittens gave him. Compared to the US intervention, Japan definitely prefers to save itself domestically. It's one thing to like licking boots, but another to have to."

“Okay, but this virus basically heals itself within seven days. Wouldn’t it be suspicious if we produced an antidote within seven days?” Vodka sometimes doesn’t like to use his brain, but that doesn’t mean he has no brain at all.

Chu Ming glanced at Vodka, intending to give him a hint: "I never said we could develop an antidote on our own. Besides, you didn't pay attention to the information, did you? The Institute of Microbiology claimed to have bought this virus from a research institute in the United States. Although it was just a matter of the organization transferring it from one hand to the other, outsiders wouldn't know that."

Vodka stared blankly for a long time, then tentatively asked, "You're not trying to shift the blame to the FBI, are you...?"

Chu Ming patted Vodka on the shoulder and praised, "As expected of you, A-Fu, I knew you understood me!"

Vodka winced in pain, somewhat speechless.

This isn't about understanding him; it's clearly about knowing that Granbury can't come up with any good ideas and is always cunning.

"Try to leak a little bit of this to Bourbon. Once he knows that the FBI is behind this, he will strongly encourage the cooperation between the Institute of Microbiology and the government." Chu Ming said with great interest, telling the story he had written and directed.

"The FBI, with its ambitious intentions, attempted to use a tiny virus as a pretext to infringe upon Japan's economic and political sovereignty. At this critical moment, an unknown hero (Bourbon) stepped forward, successfully obtaining the antidote from the FBI and handing it over to the authorities. With the concerted efforts of the research institute and the Japanese government, the antidote was successfully developed during the optimal period for virus control, saving the entire nation from disaster."

"Wow, I heard that America loves these kinds of individual hero movies! I've discovered that besides my talent for writing, I also have the potential to be a screenwriter. It's time to put the TV series I've been planning on the agenda." Chu Ming stroked his chin, quite excited.

Vodka's lips twitched. As expected of Granbury, the drama of this plan was simply off the charts.

Chu Ming turned around and instructed, "By the way, Gin and I have already discussed it. This time, the highlight will be Bourbon. We'll tell Bourbon that we need a member with a good public image to expand the organization's business and make it easier to gather intelligence. Tsk tsk, a double agent. Bourbon should like it, right?"

"Is Bourbon really an undercover agent? But didn't you say you wanted to try to bring him into the organization? Why did you let him go back?" Vodka was a little worried. Although Bourbon was an undercover agent, he was so efficient at completing missions that he really hoped there would be more of them.

Since Bourbon started taking on most of the complex tasks, he no longer had to stay up all night working non-stop with his older brother.

Back in the day, when I was working with my older brother, my record was seven whole days and seven nights spent on missions. By the end, my mind was a complete mess, and driving had become an instinct.

Now, I can get a good night's sleep almost every day, and I can even occasionally go to an idol meet-and-greet.

Furthermore, most of the action team members have had time to accompany Granbury to perform scripts in the past few days.

All of this is thanks to the man who silently dedicated himself—Bourbon, the best drinker in the intelligence group.

So when Vodka thought about all this, he was worried that Bourbon might have changed his mind and no longer wanted to be an undercover agent. Wouldn't that mean he would have to go back to his dark and hopeless mission?

"Impossible. Don't worry, Bourbon won't leave the organization. He has an obsession with this place that he can't let go of." Chu Ming was very confident about this. Morofushi Hiromitsu died in the organization, and someone like Bourbon would not give up his infiltration of the organization.

And even if something unexpected happens—

Chu Ming thought of the corpse of Morofushi Kagemitsu that he had seen in the BOSS's laboratory, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Even if Bourbon really gives up and wants to leave the organization, it depends on whether he agrees.

After all, Bourbon was someone he planned to "cultivate" so that he could become a model worker's son in the future.

Moreover, he also has a clever way of controlling Bourbon.

If Bourbon didn't want his best friend to become a walking corpse—

Chapter 546 Do you want to be a good person?

After arranging things, Chu Ming returned to the hall with Vodka.

As soon as he entered, he felt Kogoro Mouri and the others staring at him with murderous intent.

"Where did you take Ran and the others? If you have a problem, come at me! Don't hurt Ran!!" Kogoro Mouri said, trying to rush towards Chu Ming again, but Inspector Nakamori, Professor Agasa, and others stopped him from rushing over and getting himself killed.

"Hiss—by now, they should be face-to-face with the virus, too bad you didn't see how panicked they were when they went in, it was such a sight! I should have taken a picture and shared it with you all, otherwise it's such a shame I'm the only one seeing this!"

Chu Ming let out a sickly laugh, deliberately provoking Kogoro Mouri, "And when you see them again next time, their faces will probably be covered in blisters and rashes. Sigh, you won't even get to see your lovely daughter one last time. What a pity, what a pity—"

Sure enough, before Chu Ming's drawn-out voice had even finished, Kogoro Mouri's eyes turned bloodshot. His gaze was bloodshot, and he seemed about to break through the combined blockade of the group, even ignoring the guns pointed at him: "You beasts! Do you have any humanity? Those are just a bunch of underage children!!! You can even do this to children, you—"

"It's all one life. Is killing an adult humane?" Chu Ming feigned confusion, misinterpreting his meaning. "You really are a famous detective. Your logic is different from others. Why don't you join us? We'll do inhuman things, and you can do humane things."

Chianti listened to Chu Ming's nonsensical ramblings for a long time, but finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'll kill you all—" Kogoro Mouri roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot and his face streaked with tears, "Ran—"

Chu Ming looked at the almost frantic Kogoro Mouri, reached into his pocket, and pulled out another ampoule containing the virus: "I advise you to be quiet, okay? I'm going to pour the virus out of this bottle."

Kogoro Mouri ignored him completely. He was about to lose his own daughter, so who had time to care about the lives of others?

Officer Nakamori just secretly contacted the Metropolitan Police Department using the phone the red Siamese cat had given him. The police are currently working hard to evacuate the crowds along the entire route from Tokyo to Osaka, but Japan is only so big, how far can they evacuate?

If the virus is really going to spread, it probably won't take long.

Already extremely anxious, he was now sweating profusely as Chu Ming pulled out a virus from who-knows-where, but he didn't know what to do.

Chu Ming looked at the trembling crowd and Kogoro Mouri, who was struggling to stammer but was being held back by everyone, and couldn't help but laugh. Then—

He opened the window and dumped the virus out.

"What are you doing! Didn't you say he wouldn't collapse if he calmed down?!" Officer Nakamori felt like his heart was about to stop.

Virus!!

The virus has fallen!

The virus has spread to Japanese soil!!!

Oh my god, Japan is so dirty!

After pouring, Chu Ming casually tossed the bottle down as well, patted his hands to remove imaginary dust, and turned back with an innocent look: "I didn't say that, don't overthink it. What I meant was—quiet down, look, I'm about to pour."

Seeing that Chu Ming was about to incite the wrath of the crowd in the living room, Lafitte was afraid that Chu Ming would be unable to handle the situation and be torn to pieces by the angry mob, so he spoke up to help him draw the hatred away: "Alright, stop wasting your breath on these people. They'll all be test subjects sooner or later anyway, so why say so much?"

Chu Ming's disdainful gaze swept over the crowd: "Bored and looking for fun, why not play the monkey game? Don't you find it interesting to see all these different kinds of people?"

Looking at the group of people who were almost driven to mental exhaustion by Chu Ming, Lafitte twitched his lips speechlessly. He really didn't think so.

And now in Tokyo.

The tube of virus that Chu Ming poured down was blown away by the wind in the air. Some of it fell into the river, while the rest, like raindrops, scattered on the children running happily in the amusement park.

"Mommy, it's raining!" A little boy, holding a Kamen Rider toy, tilted his head and wiped a drop of water off his forehead. "I feel water falling on my head."

A woman in a skirt standing next to the boy looked at him with a gentle smile: "No, Xiao Ren, it'll be a sunny day all day, you—"

Before she could finish speaking, fear and panic involuntarily surfaced on her face: "Xiao Ren, your face—are you feeling unwell anywhere?"