Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

The children watched in horror as Chu Ming easily disfigured the robbers' faces, leaving them twitching on the ground before falling still. Terrified, they huddled together, trembling. Chu Ming pulled out some ropes from nearby and tied the robbers together. He dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, letting out a long sigh of relief; thankfully, his skills hadn't diminished.

He took out his phone and dialed 110. Soon, Inspector Megure arrived at the scene: "Fujino, it's you!"

"Inspector Megure, I've caught several armed criminals who are looking for some gold coins."

The juvenile detectives also joined in, whispering the clues they knew, glancing timidly at Chu Ming as they spoke, afraid he might kick them.

Having learned the whole story, Inspector Megure nodded: "This was an Italian gang of robbers, and their leader has been arrested today. But they can't be so reckless next time; what if some children get hurt!"

"Hi—" the children replied listlessly.

Chapter 8 Who do you want to beat to a pulp?

With the matter settled, Chu Ming asked Inspector Megure to take the other children home, while he and Conan prepared to take him home.

"Brother Chu Ming, don't you find it strange?" Conan asked as they walked. "That's clearly where the gold coins were hidden, but the police searched there for a long time and couldn't find them. And what bothers me most is that circular blank space in the dust, as if gold coins had fallen there and been picked up by someone..."

"Alright, Conan, after all, Inspector Megure also said that, according to the leader of the robbery group, he hid that gold coin there a long time ago, and it's possible that some thief found it and stole it."

"But it's still strange. Would an ordinary thief really be able to leave no trace at all? And—well, Brother Chu Ming."

Chu Ming shoved the helmet he was holding onto Conan's head, forcibly interrupting Conan's rambling: "Alright, thinking too much at such a young age will make you bald."

He sped off on his bike, dropping Conan off downstairs, then politely declined Ran's invitation to come up for tea and simply waved goodbye before leaving.

I need to go to bed early tonight so I can withstand the beating tomorrow.

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At 7:30, Chu Ming arrived at the training ground, already prepared. He huddled on the sidelines, quietly encouraging himself: "Chu Ming, you can do it! How can a mercenary be afraid of getting beaten up! Don't let Fujino's memories affect you! What's Gin? Go for it!"...

When Gin arrived at the venue entrance, he saw Chu Ming squatting on the ground like a mushroom, muttering something to himself.

He narrowed his eyes, suppressed his murderous intent, and slowed his pace, preparing to teach Chu Ming a lesson so he would never turn his back on danger. But then he heard Chu Ming whisper, "...Go for it! Beat Gin to a pulp!"

Unable to contain his murderous intent, the surge of emotions triggered a system notification—Gin's emotional value: 85 points.

"Damn it." Chu Ming thought to himself, "This is bad." He rolled away on the spot, and sure enough, as soon as he moved, Gin's leg appeared where he had just been crouching. Before he could react, Gin's next attack came. He could only roll backward again, trying to explain, "Big brother, did you hear what I said? You actually misheard—ouch, I said you're going to...ouch, beat me to a pulp—ouch, big brother—"

The attack, fueled by rage, left Chu Ming with nowhere to retreat. He could only grit his teeth, take the kicks, and scramble to his feet, managing to stay far away.

Gin stopped his attack and chuckled cryptically, "Why are you dodging? Make your move and let me see how much you've improved, how you'll make me crawl on the ground."

Chu Ming felt guilty. "Big brother, let me explain—no, let me explain..."

"I'm only giving you this one chance to strike first. If you say another word—"

Composing himself, Chu Ming threw a punch at Gin's neck. Gin dodged it several times, and found that Chu Ming's fighting skills hadn't declined much; in fact, they had improved considerably. He was somewhat satisfied.

His satisfaction was manifested in deliberately creating an opening when Chu Ming attacked, then kicking him sideways, sending Chu Ming flying and crashing into the training ground railing with a loud bang.

"Cough cough—" Chu Ming sprang up from the ground and continued his attack on Gin. After all, it wasn't the first time Gin had beaten him up under the guise of giving him guidance. If he gave up and lay on the ground after taking a couple of hits, he'd probably be waiting for his brother's bullets. But Gin's hits really hurt! Damn it, tonight I'm going to go back and add more chapters to your melodramatic story! Extra chapters! I'll write him as a melancholic, sentimental, literary killer!

With this meager momentum, Chu Ming was kicked against the wall by Gin for the nth time, slid down, and managed to sit up on the ground: "Big brother—cough."

Gin approached slowly, his mouth still dripping with sarcasm: "You've been training for years and still haven't improved. How many times have I told you not to be reckless and never expose your back to your enemy? Knowing I was coming, why did you turn your back to the door?"

Chu Ming leaned against the wall, feigning weakness: "I'm sorry, big brother, I was wrong."

Seeing him skillfully slide to his knees to apologize, Gin irritably took out a cigarette. Chu Ming knew at a glance that this meant the end of today's instruction, so he immediately jumped up and lit it for him.

Gin frowned, took a drag of his cigarette, and looked Chu Ming up and down: "Still got plenty of energy?" He knew his own strength when he made a move. It had been two years since he had trained him, so it seemed he had been training him quite a bit in private. This kid looked like he still had a lot of energy left. Gin nodded to himself. It seemed he could go all out next time.

Upon hearing that Gin seemed to still have more to say, Chu Ming immediately collapsed to the ground: "No more, no more! I used up my last bit of strength to light a cigarette for you, big brother!" Listen to that, how skillful he is in saying that. You hit me, and I still used up my last bit of strength to light your cigarette. He's practically the best brother of our time.

"Tch." Gin scoffed, ignoring the drama queen. "The boss wants to see you. Get on board."

Chu Ming got up from the ground and followed Gin into a hidden little room.

It wasn't his first time here, so Chu Ming knew his way around. He obediently called out to the dark figure on the computer screen, "Boss." Then, he added in a teasing tone, "Boss, my brother only went a little harder than before today. I'm fine. He was just trying to help me, so please don't blame him."

Gin was so enraged by Chu Ming's veiled complaint that he was filled with murderous intent. Even without checking the system notification, Chu Ming knew that Gin's emotional value was steadily increasing by 1...

Karasuma Renya was about to speak, but was momentarily speechless upon hearing this, and could only warn Chu Ming in a deep voice: "Chu Ming."

Chu Ming, who was about to say something, stopped talking. He belatedly realized that he felt a chill behind him and that Gin's cold gaze was fixed on him, so he obediently shut his mouth.

Karasuma Renya's synthesized voice continued to echo in the empty room: "I see you've done a good job reflecting on your actions lately. For now, follow Gin and do some missions. If Gin's evaluation of you is satisfactory, I will bestow upon you a codename. Chu Ming, I don't usually give two chances to just anyone."

Chu Ming snapped to attention and stood at attention, speaking clearly and distinctly: "Yes, boss, mission accomplished!"

"...I look forward to your performance."

After hanging up the call, Karasuma Renya looked at the child who had practically grown up before his eyes on the monitor. He wondered why the child was getting more and more mischievous. He rubbed his temples and thought, "Oh well, let Gin worry about it."

Chapter 9 Go ahead and sue him!

As soon as they stepped out of the base, Gin pulled out another cigarette from somewhere and put it in his mouth. He said casually, "Come with me to Saitama Prefecture tomorrow. We'll make a deal on the Shinkansen and then head to Tsukikage Island to take out a few drug dealers."

"Clean up drug dealers? Isn't that the police's job? Are we so righteous now?"

"It's a drug lord's stronghold in Japan."

Chu Ming suddenly realized that the Burmese drug lord had always wanted to cooperate with the organization, but Rum and Gin both looked down on these hedonistic people. It was rare for the organization's two second-in-commands to agree on something. But whether the drug lord was on drugs or simply not very bright, he was openly taunting the organization on the dark web. Could they tolerate that?

So Gin personally blew up their headquarters, leaving only a few minor leaders barely clinging to life. He originally didn't intend to pay them any attention, but they forgot the pain once they recovered and went back to the Black Organization's headquarters in Japan. So, he had to send them back home.

By the time Chu Ming came to his senses, Gin had already walked quite a distance away, showing no intention of waiting for him. Chu Ming didn't chase after him either. What a joke! Having finally escaped his older brother's clutches, he had to go find Conan to earn some points or something to make up for it.

—Mouri Detective Agency

"Brother Chuming, I didn't even have a chance to thank you for bringing Conan back yesterday." Ran had started calling Chuming "brother" at some point.

"Brother Chu Ming, you're here! Oh, why do you have bruises on your hands?" Conan put down his book and came closer. "The bruises are still fresh, it looks like you bumped into something, Brother Chu Ming..."

Chu Ming glanced at it indifferently: "Oh, this? I just went to my fighting coach's place and sparred with him. It was a really fierce fight, we fought for eight hundred rounds. Don't be fooled by the bruises on me, he was in even worse shape. In the end, he was practically begging me to stop."

Conan, half-asleep, stammered, "Is...is that so?" He just couldn't believe it.

Ran brought over a cup of tea and placed it in front of Chu Ming: "Wow, Chu Ming-ge is really good at fighting too! I was just about to discuss with Dad and Conan about going to that haunted medieval art museum. With you here, we'll have a better chance of success!"

"Haunted?" Conan asked curiously.

"Yeah, apparently it was two security guards who saw it. The medieval armor moves on its own! It looks really interesting. How about we go take a look?"

Kogoro Mouri and Conan were stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "This must be a trick used by that art museum to attract customers, specifically to fool idiots like you."

"That's right, Sister Xiaolan, that rumor is just for kids, I won't fall for it!"

Xiaolan clenched her fist and slammed it hard on the table. The iron table instantly dented a hole. Chu Ming was so frightened that he sat up straight. Conan's famous scene was indeed well-deserved. How many times must the Mori family have to replace their tables this year?

Kogoro Mouri, who was about to leave, and Conan, who had already stood up, looked at each other in horror. When Ran asked them again, they nodded hurriedly. Chu Ming could even see the regret in Kogoro Mouri's eyes for sending Ran to learn karate.

Inside the art museum, Xiaolan excitedly ran ahead, admiring the diverse yet unique oil paintings and expressing various sentiments. Behind her stood three people, lacking any appreciation for art and showing little interest. The three followed behind Xiaolan with their hands in their pockets, maintaining the same posture. Chu Ming even yawned, a lingering effect of getting up too early that morning.

"Kuita! What are you doing! How many times have I told you to always wear gloves when handling your work! Why can't you remember!" The elderly voice was filled with anger.

"Hey, Director Ochiai, I forgot, I'm so sorry." Keita put down the painting in his hand with a nonchalant expression, leaving the old man standing there with a gloomy face.

"Hmph, still just these few people—if you ask me, you'd better hurry up and pack up and get rid of this junk as soon as possible." The deliberately drawn-out tone and sarcastic words made the curator's already unpleasant expression flash with a hint of murderous intent.

Xiaolan said with a look of regret, "Is this art museum going to disappear soon? Will we never be able to see these paintings again...?"

"Yes, the museum has been sold to Mr. Manaka because the previous owner went bankrupt due to mismanagement."

An employee standing nearby said indignantly, "The previous boss only agreed to sell it to Mr. Manaka because he wanted to continue running the art museum! But not long after he bought it, he actually planned to renovate it into a restaurant!"

"Then he breached the contract, why don't you sue him?" Chu Ming, who had been listening for a while, suddenly interjected, "I once audited a law class, and it seems that Article 100 of the Contract Law clearly stipulates that if one party fails to perform its contractual obligations or performs them in a manner that does not conform to the agreement, it shall bear the liability for breach of contract, such as continuing performance, taking remedial measures, or compensating for losses."

Director Ochiai stood there dumbfounded: "Contract law?"

Chu Ming leaned lazily against the wall: "Yeah, if the contract clearly stipulates that he must continue to operate the art museum, then wouldn't it be a breach of contract if he changed it into a restaurant? Let's find a lawyer and sue him."

The owner of the museum, Manaka, who had been mocking Keita, turned around and laughed arrogantly: "Sue me? Hahahaha, that's why you're so stupid, Director Ochiai. Your former boss was about to go bankrupt. He dared to make so many demands when selling this museum? He's just fooling you idiots. I'm a law-abiding citizen, hahahaha—"

Watching Mr. Manaka's arrogant figure disappear into the distance, Director Ochiai stood there in a daze, his figure seemingly even more hunched over. He probably had been holding onto Mr. Manaka for so long, and he didn't know whether he should continue to hate him.

Hiss, Chu Ming secretly gasped. He'd forgotten he came to collect magnetic field fragments; how did he end up doing legal education? Had Director Ochiai really given up on his murderous intent? = =

Following Ran, we toured all the exhibition halls. Just like in the original story, the Hell Hall was blocked by a sign prohibiting entry. It seems that Director Ochiai is finally going to take action; after all, the Shinigami aura couldn't withstand it.

As dusk settled, the dim sunlight slanted through the windows into the exhibition hall. Conan and Uncle Mori slumped in their chairs, exhausted. Faced with Ran's request to visit the last exhibition hall, the famous detective had completely forgotten his age, practically throwing a tantrum and yelling that he wanted to go back, fully utilizing his youthful advantage.

Ran Mouri had no choice but to narrow her eyes and threaten, "Look at Chu Ming, he's not like you guys. If you insist on going back, then you'll have to figure out your own dinner!"

The father and son, who had no choice but to go out to find a place to eat without Xiaolan, watched her smiling figure as she left and had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow.

Inside the Hell Pavilion.

As soon as Chu Ming entered, he smelled a strong stench of blood. In his eyes, the originally dim exhibition hall was illuminated by scattered silver crystals, and the Boss Zhenzhong, who was nailed to the wall with his mouth wide open, looked particularly ferocious.

"Ding, acquiring magnetic field - successful acquisition, points +2000"

"Ding—Unlocked the famous Detective Conan painting: Divine Punishment, reward points: 1000"

"Wow, this painting is huge!" Xiao Lan was about to go closer to take a look when Chu Ming grabbed her. "Wait."

Conan stared at Chu Ming in shock, his jealousy flaring up instantly. He quickly jumped over and pried Chu Ming's hands off, asking, "Brother Chu Ming, what's wrong?"

Chu Ming glanced at the famous detective, who was sulking with jealousy, and let go of his hand: "Don't go over there, Uncle Mori, look at the ground over there. Hmm, Ran and Conan shouldn't look."

"Ah—" Xiaolan, with her boundless curiosity, finally couldn't resist.

Chapter 10 The Shameless Shinichi Kudo

In Detective Conan, the police are known for their exceptional speed in responding to murder reports. Sure enough, not long after the report was filed, Inspector Megure arrived in his car.

"It's you again!" Inspector Megure exclaimed in disbelief.