Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Karasuma Renya sometimes thought that it was a good thing this kid wasn't around all the time, otherwise he wouldn't even need to plot any power grabs; he would have driven her to her death one day.

Chu Ming had no idea what Karasuma Renya was thinking. He squatted down, looked at Bourbon lying on the ground, and poked his cheek with a finger: "Is this enough? Isn't it a bit hasty? Don't we need to take him to Rum and reinforce him with some brainwashing machine?"

Chu Ming gestured back and forth on his head, trying to convey his message to the BOSS through body language.

“Rum brainwashed Bourbon the day he got his codename, and this time it’s been reinforced.” Karasuma Renya knew what Chu Ming was worried about. “Normally, brainwashing doesn’t need to preserve his other beliefs; it’s enough to make him loyal to the organization. This time, you asked to change his loyalty target. Although it’s been laid out for a long time, it’s still not 100% stable. When you use him, keep a degree of vigilance.”

"I know, but even with traditional brainwashing, it's possible to break free, isn't it?" Chu Ming said dismissively. Curaçao's brainwashing was one of Rum's more successful achievements, but in the end, Curaçao was still won over by the Red Team's love...

Anyway, there's no such thing as 100% brainwashing. He doesn't ask for anything else. As long as the brainwashing effect is stable in the early stages, even if Bourbon breaks free later, he won't be able to return to the sunlight by then.

Chu Ming cheerfully said goodbye to the BOSS, reached out and picked up Bourbon, carried him out the door, and then tossed him onto the sofa.

Gin glanced at it indifferently, but Vodka curiously leaned over and peered inside: "Is this what it looks like after brainwashing? I didn't hear any brainwashing noises outside. Granburg, do you have any strange feelings in the room?"

"Sure, Afu, do you want to try it? This stuff sounds amazing!" Chu Ming strongly recommended, while pulling out an earphone from somewhere and proactively putting it on Vodka.

Vodka's expression changed drastically, his face tilting back as far as it could: "No, no, no, no—I don't need it! I'm utterly loyal to the organization, even unto death!!! I don't need this!!!"

Chu Ming grinned maliciously and lunged at him: "Words are no proof. To verify your loyalty to the organization, let me put this on you and see!"

Vodka took off running, and Chu Ming gave chase.

When Bourbon woke up on the sofa, he saw two monkeys, one fat and one thin, dart from one end of the sofa to the other. Gin sat expressionless on the other side of the sofa, as if he had lost his mind.

Vodka's terrified cries and Chu Ming's shrill laughter echoed in his ears, making him feel as if it were all a dream.

He must still be dreaming; this dream is too bizarre.

Bourbon closed his eyes, trying to block out the nightmare, but when he opened them again, two monkeys were already around him, their eyes flashing with an eerie light. He lay there like an unearthed artifact being examined by a crowd.

"Bourbon, you're awake! Are you feeling unwell?" Chu Ming asked with concern. "Have you been working too hard lately, or were the BOSS's words too hypnotic? How did you fall asleep while listening? You didn't see the BOSS's expression then—oh, you didn't see it, tsk tsk, you're the first person in history to fall asleep while meeting the BOSS. Did you do that on purpose to make the BOSS remember you? You're so cunning—"

Bourbon felt a little dizzy when he woke up, and listening to Granburg's long, unending chatter made his head ache even more.

He couldn't help but interrupt Chu Ming's rambling, completely missing the point: "Who do you think is responsible for my recent hard work?"

Chu Ming looked completely innocent and bewildered: "How should I know? What you're saying is so strange. It sounds like a resentful wife complaining about a bad husband. And you're working so hard, it must be because of yourself. Look at us, we're not working hard at all~ It must be because you're so inefficient at completing tasks!"

Vodka stared at Chu Ming with a shocked expression. He would always admire Chu Ming's ability to lie through his teeth. "We're not working hard because the entire mission fell on Bo himself, right?"

How can you be so shameless as to turn around and accuse someone without feeling any remorse?

Even he, a senior member of the organization, felt inferior to him.

Bourbon gritted his teeth inwardly: "Really? Then don't assign your tasks to me, I'm sure I'll have an easy time too."

"You wish! Do you think the organization is paying you a salary for nothing?" Chu Ming's expression immediately changed. "This lazy, averse-to-work personality isn't good. You'll have to change it in the future."

"..." Bourbon knew he wasn't as thick-skinned as Granburg, and couldn't compare to his shamelessness, so he immediately changed the subject back to before, "Was the BOSS angry—"

Chu Ming waved his hand: "Don't worry, the BOSS isn't that petty. After I explained that you were tired because you'd been doing too many tasks lately, he even told me to remind you to get some rest."

Bourbon was somewhat flattered: "Really? The boss not only didn't blame me, but also told me to get some rest?"

A sudden surge of joy and affection welled up from the bottom of his heart, making Bourbon's eyes shine.

Chu Ming blinked, looking at the completely genuine expression. So this is the effect of brainwashing? Turned Bourbon into Gin 2.0?

After all, both of them seemed to idolize the BOSS...

Did he lose out this time? Did he just send someone to the BOSS himself, creating an obstacle for his own path to seize power?

He knew Rum couldn't make anything good just by knocking on it!

Chu Ming stared at Bourbon for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Bourbon, I was the one who found out about Scotland's undercover identity, the one you used to be on good terms with. Do you hate me?"

Chapter 561 Of course I hate

Bourbon's gaze shifted to Chu Ming, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Of course I hate him. The one I hate the most is Shuichi Akai, and then it's you."

Chu Ming raised an eyebrow, looking at Bourbon's completely candid face, and smiled with amusement. Bourbon's reaction was rather interesting.

Gin, who had been listening nearby, lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at Bourbon, and continued drinking with his eyes lowered. Vodka, on the other hand, couldn't hide the surprise on his face, his eyes darting between Chu Ming and Bourbon.

"Aren't you afraid I'll doubt you because you're so honest?"

Bourbon sat upright on the sofa, his back ramrod straight, but his tone was full of sarcasm: "Suspicion? Although I was an undercover agent sent by the police before, I have now abandoned the light and completely switched sides to the organization. Scotland was a good friend of mine in the police academy. No matter how he died, I hate his killer, but that doesn't mean I'm not loyal to the organization. What, does the organization require that members can't have grudges against each other and can only love each other?"

Chu Ming rested his chin on his hand and looked at Bourbon, knowing that this general was now completely handed over to the BOSS. He should have known better than to involve the BOSS and just used the brainwashing audio that Rum had given him.

"Of course not. Putting aside the fact that my status is higher than yours, you can only think about it in your heart. Besides, if you let personal grudges affect the organization's mission—" Chu Ming drew out his words, deliberately trying to disgust him.

Bourbon scoffed, his purplish-gray eyes gleaming with malice, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Hmph, I'll let the BOSS discover who's truly loyal to the organization. Right now, I'm infiltrating the Public Security Bureau for the organization. In the future, when I've rendered a great service, you'd better watch out, lest one day I trample you under my feet..."

Chu Ming wasn't frightened at all. He turned and nudged Gin, who was sitting quietly to the side: "Look, Gin, he's provoking you. Everyone knows that you're the most important confidant of the BOSS in the organization. Bourbon actually said to your face that he would trample you underfoot. Can you tolerate that? I can't tolerate it either—hey Bourbon, why aren't you smiling? Are you just naturally averse to smiling?"

Bourbon's smile slowly faded: "Is all you can do to sow discord?"

Chu Ming stared wide-eyed, looking completely innocent: "What provocation? That's a really awful way to put it. Aren't I just helping you issue a challenge?"

"you--"

"Alright." Gin pushed Chu Ming away from his shoulder, who was arguing with Bourbon, and turned to look at Bourbon. "You've met the BOSS. You haven't finished your mission yet, have you? Vodka, take him back."

Chu Ming, hands on hips, stood behind Gin, smugly saying, "Exactly! With so many missions to do, arguing here won't let the BOSS see your efforts!"

Although he appeared smug, Chu Ming still felt a pang of sorrow in his heart: "Sigh, not only has he added another member to the BOSS team, but since Bourbon was brainwashed, he thinks he is an undercover agent who has been turned by the organization, and he has become much more confident when arguing with him."

So angry.

Bourbon gave a cold laugh in anger, turned around and stormed off.

"Oh dear, what a loss..." After Bourbon left, Chu Ming let out a wail and lay on the sofa, crawling up and down, rolling around.

Gin frowned, completely ignoring Chu Ming, but he couldn't resist Chu Ming's constant poking and patting as he rolled over. Chu Ming would even braid his hair from time to time, making Gin's aura grow increasingly cold. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and pulled his long hair back from Chu Ming's grasp: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I should have known better than to arrange for Bourbon to meet the BOSS. Now, although Bourbon will work diligently on his missions, it will be much harder for me to assign him more missions QAQ." Chu Ming wiped non-existent tears with the corner of Gin's clothes, his face full of sobs.

“…Then you can do it yourself.” Gin remained unmoved, expressionlessly pulling out the hem of his trench coat and ruthlessly swatting away Chu Ming’s outstretched hand.

"Big brother~ How can you be so heartless and cold-blooded? I still call you big brother, can't you help me?!" Chu Ming threw a tantrum.

Gin stood up abruptly, looking down at him condescendingly: "If there's nothing wrong, Gin. If there's something wrong, brother, do you still think I can help you?"

Chu Ming was somewhat surprised to see Gin, who had become more talkative lately and seemed to have nothing better to do. He had thought Gin was going to leave, but he hadn't expected him to have the leisure to ask him questions.

"Why not, Big Brother? Once a brother, always a brother. Even though I don't call you Big Brother sometimes, you will always be my Big Brother. In my heart, Big Brother's image will always be so great!"

A string of older brothers showered Gin with gifts as if they were free, and then, seeing Chu Ming's sincere expression, Gin suddenly gave a cryptic chuckle: "Really?"

Chu Ming nimbly got up from the sofa: "Of course!"

"Alright, in that case, I have a task for you." Gin tossed a stack of documents out of a drawer under the coffee table.

? ? ? ?

"Huh?" Chu Ming instinctively caught the documents that were about to fall to the ground. "Wait, something's not right..."

Seeing Chu Ming's discomfiture, Gin's mood suddenly improved: "What's wrong? Didn't you say you would help me?"

Without giving Chu Ming a chance to refute, she turned and left.

Chu Ming and Er Kang watched Gin's retreating figure as he went straight upstairs, feeling like crying but having no tears.

Oh no, I've gotten myself into this mess.

When exactly did Gin become like this?

In the past, Gin never hesitated to complete tasks, let alone joke around!

Who! Who taught Gin to give up?!

Chu Ming was indignant and opened the intelligence report that Gin had thrown at him.

This information came from the intelligence team. The organization always sends people all over the country to search for information about the treasure. After screening, information that is of certain value is submitted to the action team for review.

This time, the news is about an ancient ruin called "Underwater Palace" near Shenhai Island. It has been making headlines recently, with rumors that it contains treasure left behind by two female pirates.

In reality, these kinds of legends are usually not very true, but the missions are often taken by the team members when they are bored, since the places with these legends are usually scenic and they can take a trip while they're at it.

Tsk tsk, is Gin bored lately and was planning to take Vodka out for fun?

Chu Ming fanned himself with the documents in his hand and nodded.

He remembered that Conan seemed to go to the Shinjima Island sometimes.

Chu Ming is currently recovering from his injuries and cannot appear, so perhaps—

Let's use our organization's identity to take Vodka out for fun?

Who should I dress up as this time? Gin, Gin's brother, or Gin's girlfriend?

How about using Gin's girlfriend? Perfect for taking Abu to a secret rendezvous? ?(＞?＜?)?

However, if it involves going underwater, women's clothing doesn't seem very suitable, and Vodka's acting skills might not be enough to finish the act in front of Conan and the others; he'd probably be scared to death. No way.

Or should I just impersonate Gin?

Sigh, too many identities, it's so confusing!

Chapter 562 She must be dreaming

Blue waves, rolling in layer upon layer, surged toward the shore, carving silver edges on the sand and shattering into splashes on the rocks.

Chu Ming, wearing sunglasses, lay on the beach sunbathing. Considering that he might have to wear a diving suit to go underwater this time, and that it would be too easy for him to be exposed if he was dressed as a woman, plus he had so many people with him, he could only stick to using his old name, Matsutake Yusuke.

Beside him, several figures lay in a circle, their black outfits standing out starkly against the beach.