Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

After all, this was the only group of people on the entire beach dressed in black. What normal person would wear all black to the beach?

Taking off his sunglasses, Chu Ming fanned himself with his hand. Wearing black clothes and sunbathing on the beach, he felt like he was about to catch fire. He wondered how those people could lie there so peacefully without moving. Didn't they feel hot?

He originally planned to invite Vodka to go out and have fun, but when he secretly went to find Vodka, he was discovered by Vermouth who had rushed back. At that time, Vermouth looked at Chu Ming with a half-smile and indicated that she wanted to join in too.

Chu Ming thought it wouldn't be bad for Vermouth to come along, because he still remembered this island. There was no treasure at all, just a ship built by the two female pirates that was hidden at the bottom of the sea. So this mission was purely a sightseeing trip, just like taking another person on a trip.

But because of this one wrong thought, Chu Ming looked at the six figures comfortably sprawled around him and rolled his eyes.

Good grief, are they having a team-building event at the winery?

Because she brought Vermouth along, she bragged about it in the group chat, and everyone packed up and came along. Even Cohen, who didn't want to go out in the heat, was brought along by Chianti. Vermouth and Lafitte even managed to persuade Gin for some reason...

Therefore, all members of the Japanese branch's action team were present.

Vermouth watched as Chu Ming fanned himself with his hand, then rolled over to continue sunbathing: "We're all just having fun, while poor Bourbon is still diligently doing his mission. What's your mentality in stopping us from calling him?"

Chu Ming retorted confidently, "He's one of Rum's men, from the intelligence team! What does our team building have to do with him? Besides, with everyone gone, who's going to complete all those missions?"

“However…” Chu Ming changed the subject, picked up the drink on the small table next to him and shook it, “We are able to enjoy our summer leisure time on the beach now, all thanks to Bourbon’s efforts. Come on, toast to Bourbon.”

The others also politely raised their glasses, saying, "To—Bourbon."

Chu Ming gulped down half of his drink. He couldn't stand the heat any longer. The people around him were used to wearing black clothes. Even in the middle of summer, they would be completely covered up in black and go out to stake out. He really couldn't compare to them.

"Aren't you hot? Don't you feel like people passing by are treating us like idiots?" Chu Ming sat up. Even with the parasol above him, he felt his black clothes were scorching hot.

"It's not hot." Gin lay back on the beach chair, fully dressed, with his eyes closed as if he were in an air-conditioned room, feeling comfortable and relaxed.

"..." Chu Ming's gaze gradually filled with disbelief. He quietly reached down and pulled his collar down a little, silently took a deep breath, and turned to look at Lafitte, "Aren't you hot either?"

Considering that Conan would see him this time, and he couldn't let Lafitte's identity be exposed by Conan, Chu Ming created a fake face for Lafitte that looked otherworldly, based on Lafitte's preferences.

At this moment, Lafitte lay upright, his face cold and indifferent, and his words seemed to carry an air of chill: "A calm mind brings coolness."

“What about Vermouth? Aren’t you cold—no, aren’t you hot either?” Chu Ming looked at Vermouth’s sweaty forehead and said in a low voice, “Your makeup is almost ruined.”

Upon hearing this, Vermouth took out a small mirror from her pocket and examined herself carefully: "Where is your makeup coming off? It's perfectly fine. Besides, didn't you suggest that we all wear black to the beach? When we disagreed, you threw a tantrum, and now you're the one who's hot?"

"What do you mean hot? I'm not hot at all. I was just asking because you all seem to be feeling hot."

Chu Ming stubbornly insisted that it was indeed his request; he was genuinely curious about how terrified Conan would be if the Black Organization appeared on the beach...

As a result, we suffered zero damage to the enemy but a million losses ourselves.

He had given Gin and the others a chance to change into swimsuits, and even picked out swimsuits for them that he had carefully chosen, but they all had their assassin baggage to carry, and none of them wanted to change except for Vermouth.

That's why he was so wicked that he decided to kill everyone equally and make them all wear organizational uniforms to the beach!

As a result, several people teamed up and changed all his clothes to black.

So, as hot as it may be, is this something that can be acknowledged?

Absolutely not. Doesn't he have any pride?

Chu Ming opened the mini-map, and the location of Conan and the others was slowly moving towards him.

walk slowly.

He can endure it a little longer.

Everything is for the sake of emotional value.

"Conan, Ran and the others are going diving later, shall we go treasure hunting together?" A lively, childlike voice came from not far away, "Ai, come along too!"

"Perfect timing! Xiaolan, you guys go diving, the kids go treasure hunting, and I'll just find a little tavern, hehehe..."

The voices of several people reached her ears, and Vermouth jolted awake, sitting up halfway and turning to look in that direction.

Seeing her like that, Chu Ming raised his eyebrows in triumph and deliberately teased her, "What's wrong? Did you get a heat cramp? Why did you suddenly sit up?"

Vermouth showed no emotion whatsoever: "Do you think I'm like you? I just sat up and moved around after lying down for too long."

"Stop being stubborn, you're obviously hot." Chianti lay there stiffly. She had actually been feeling hot for a while, but Vermouth hadn't left yet. If Vermouth left, it would mean she was showing weakness, which was absolutely unacceptable. However, if that woman couldn't take it anymore, she wasn't unwilling to generously accompany her. "If you can't take it anymore, then forget it. I'll reluctantly accompany you back to the hotel."

Vermouth watched as Kogoro Mouri and his group drew closer, their destination clearly the beach. Then, glancing at the string of organization members around her, she lay down again.

Gin has already met Sherry and Conan, but he didn't react much, clearly having forgotten about them. As for Conan, he'll keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't get too active and get caught.

And now-

When it comes to dignity, she will never admit defeat.

"Heh, I said it's not hot, so it's not hot, Chianti. Actually, you're the one who can't stand the heat, aren't you? Don't try to tough it out. It'll look ugly if all you see on your face is white, like the part behind your sunglasses."

"I was lying down, you're talking about yourself, aren't you?"

As everyone listened to Vermouth and Chianti's passionate banter, no one was willing to get up and leave first, silently vying for attention.

Meanwhile, Conan and his friends also arrived at the beach. From afar, Genta and the others saw a very conspicuous scene on the sand.

"Wow, those older brothers and sisters over there are even wearing black clothes on the beach, how cool is that? Aren't they hot?"

Upon hearing the name "black clothes," Ai Haibara instinctively grabbed Conan's arm. Then, remembering that the organization's members shouldn't be so idle, she and Conan looked in the direction Genta was looking.

puff.

Ai Haibara's legs went weak, and she knelt down on the beach, clutching Conan's clothes.

She must... probably... maybe wasn't fully awake?

Chapter 563 He Just Has a Bad Temper

Chu Ming received a large number of points, which told him that Conan and Ai Haibara had already witnessed the explosive scene.

He wiped the sweat from his brow. Fine, with so many points, he could tolerate the heat.

Seeing him wipe his sweat, Vodka, who had been staring at him, seemed like a stranded fish, barely breathing, and gently advised, "Granbury, it's too hot today? Why don't we go back?"

Vodka really couldn't take it anymore. He was the biggest and most sensitive to heat here, and he felt like he was about to dehydrate from the sun.

However, among everyone present, he had the lowest status, so how could he be the first to leave without anyone taking the lead?

Of the group, only Granbury kept wiping his sweat. He had seen Granbury pull down his collar because he was so hot he couldn't breathe, and that's when he spoke up and offered Granbury a way out.

"Ah Fu, are you hot? You can't move and you're about to get heatstroke? Fine, since you're in such a sorry state, I'll reluctantly take you back. Actually, I wanted to stay a little longer." Chu Ming sat up quickly, but still stubbornly insisted.

“Then, I’ll deliver it.” Cohen rarely spoke up, directly cutting in the way.

???

"No need, you can't do it. You can't lift Afu, and Afu wants to come with me, right?" Chu Ming looked at Vodka and gave him a threatening smile.

“Yes, uh, yes, yes, that’s right, I’ll go with Granburg…” Vodka swallowed and nodded vigorously.

Gin slowly sat up, giving Vodka a cold look that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Uh, well, big brother, I, you, how about—" Vodka understood, but because of Granburg, he could only stammer, not even knowing what he was saying.

"Hmm." Gin nodded, stood up, and prepared to follow, regardless of whether Vodka had made his meaning clear.

Seeing that the three were about to leave, and there were no more steps left if they didn't leave soon, Vermouth quickly got up and looked at Vodka with a smile: "There might be danger here. Shall we take Vodka back together? Hurry, we can't let him get heatstroke."

Lafitte and Chianti sprang off their chairs and surrounded Vodka, silently expressing their agreement.

Vodka's lips twitched. He had never experienced such treatment in his life. Look at the group of people surrounding him, how Granburg had tormented them...

The group pushed and shoved each other, all preparing to go to the hotel to cool off.

"Oh, Mr. Matsutake!" Ran looked up unintentionally and saw Chu Ming and the others, greeting them warmly. "Oh, and Mr. Kurosawa too!"

Vermouth was taken aback. She looked at Ran, then at Chu Ming and Gin, wondering when Ran had met the two of them.

Gin stopped and gave her a curt nod, while Chu Ming smiled and said, "Miss Mori, what a coincidence! Are you here on the beach too?"

"Yes, my dad solved the riddle in the daily newspaper and won the prize money, so he brought us here to play. Did your friends make plans to come and play together?"

"Yes, a few of my colleagues and I planned to go out for team building together. It's rare that we all have free time," Chu Ming said with a gentle smile.

Xiaolan, however, hesitated slightly: "Don't you guys feel hot?"

Chu Ming blurted out without even thinking: "Oh, it's like this, we were just having a contest to see who could stay on the beach the longest while wearing black clothes, and the loser would have to pay for dinner tonight."

"I see—" Ran didn't dwell on the question, but instead looked at Gin with some confusion, "Miss Bailey didn't come this time?"

Gin raised his eyes: "It's a company team building event, so it's inconvenient to bring her along."

Ran sensed the chill in Gin's words and assumed he was displeased with her for meddling. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Kurosawa. I was just curious. We're going to play on the beach for a while. Are you going back? Then I won't bother you any longer."

Chu Ming put his hand on Gin's shoulder: "Miss Mori, please don't take offense. Daijin just has a bad temper, and he was holding on to not lose the match, so he's a bit hot and in a hurry to get back. Don't worry about it. We'll be going now~"

Watching their departing figures, Conan finally regained his hearing. He had been silent the whole time, processing the information he had just heard.

Ai Haibara also completely hid herself behind Professor Agasa, following him step by step, without revealing herself at all.

Both of them are now deeply mired in self-doubt.

Team building, competitions, bad temper...

These words are nothing special on their own, but how come they sound so magical when they come out of Granburg and Gin's mouths?

Could it be that they really encountered an organized team-building activity this time?

It's really hard to imagine organizing a group of people to have a competition on the beach to see who can wear black and not feel the heat!

And Granbury!

You just casually put your arm around Gin's neck and said he had a bad temper?