Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Does Conan, that troublemaker, think that this will erase his dark history?

Hmph! Impossible! He has a backup in the system!

Chapter 118 Maybe we should just kill them all?

Not long after, Inspector Megure, who had received the report, arrived at the scene. The perpetrators demanded that only a few children be allowed to deliver Minami Takayama's personal belongings.

Chu Ming and Inspector Megure sat in the car, following the Shinkansen all the way.

The criminal remotely directed the children to run around, and finally found an opportunity for them to rush onto the Shinkansen and drop their bags.

Inspector Megure quickly ordered the children to be taken off the bus, only to discover that among the group of children, Conan was actually Ayumi in disguise, while Conan himself was wearing Ayumi's dress and had disappeared.

!!!

Inspector Megure hurriedly dispatched people to search, while Chu Ming slapped his thigh in regret. Conan in women's clothing! They didn't get a picture! What a loss!

"What? Conan and Ayumi swapped clothes? Doesn't that put Conan in danger?"

Ayumi pulled out a pair of glasses: "Conan said these tracking glasses—"

"Shh." Genta quietly pulled Ayumi away. "If we tell the police, all the credit will go to Conan!"

“That’s right, that’s right. It’s not too late to tell the police after we find some clues!” Mitsuhiko chimed in.

A few mischievous kids started fantasizing about the scene where they saved TWO-MIX and were then widely reported on.

"Alright, our Junior Detective Club is going to catch the thugs!"

"Good~"

Inspector Megure turned his head in confusion: "Huh, what's good about it?"

"Uh—I'm hungry, hahaha, we said we were hungry and needed to find something to eat." Genta gave Mitsuhiko a wink.

“Yes, yes, we’re starving!” Mitsuhiko chimed in.

The children talked as they quietly backed away.

"stop!"

With a stern face, Chu Ming carried Mitsuhiko and Genta back, one in each hand.

"Brother Chu Ming, what's going on here—" Inspector Megure asked, somewhat puzzled.

Are these kids trying to harm his beloved tool?

Chu Ming stared intently at the children, releasing a precise burst of killing intent towards them.

"Are you really not hiding anything? What else did Conan say?"

Mitsuhiko and Genta huddled together in fright: "He-he-he—whoa!!"

The two looked at Chu Ming, who seemed like a devil, and burst into tears.

Inspector Megure quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Brother Chu Ming, Brother Chu Ming, don't be angry. What's wrong with these kids? Why don't you all tell me what you're hiding?"

The two children were so intimidated by the murderous aura that they didn't dare to speak and just kept crying. Only Ayumi, seeing that Chu Ming was angry, quickly took out the tracking glasses from her pocket.

"It's this! Conan also gave me these tracking glasses so I could give them to the police and find his location and the culprit. Waaah, I'm so sorry—"

Inspector Megure's expression changed, and he quickly handed his glasses to his subordinate: "Quick, get someone to follow this signal and give chase!"

He turned around, about to yell at someone, but seeing how frightened the children were, he couldn't help but soften.

Unfortunately, Chu Ming's heart was made of stone; would crying help?

If no one comes to rescue Conan, and his tool is lost, he'll be so angry he'll blow up those brats' house.

"Shut up, try crying again!" Chu Ming's expression showed no sign of softening.

The three of them were so frightened that they hiccuped and shut their mouths tremblingly.

Chu Ming calmly explained the possible facts to them: "To put it mildly, what happened today was your attempt to disrupt the police investigation without knowing the seriousness of the matter; to put it more seriously, it was your collusion with criminals to attempt to murder three people!"

"It's Conan who's risking his life right now, not you! You're willing to disregard your comrades' lives for a little credit? What kind of lousy young detectives do you think you are? He entrusted you with the hope and trust to escape, and what did you do?"

"Do you know what would happen if the police couldn't rescue you in time because of your delay? Conan and the two members of TWO-MIX would die, the criminals would go free and do more evil deeds in the future, and because of the accident that caused three deaths during the rescue, Inspector Megure would resign, and the Metropolitan Police Department's reputation would be damaged! From then on, you would have three lives on your shoulders!"

"Just because you want to show off! Want credit that doesn't belong to you! If you're not capable, then stay put! What Junior Detective League? Holmes' detective team is not like you. They are brave and smart, while you are always dragging Conan down, causing trouble, and making Conan clean up your messes!"

The three mischievous children turned pale with fright at Chu Ming's words, tears welling up in their eyes.

Inspector Megure watched this scene and had to admit he felt a little satisfied. He was also very angry; the kids clearly wanted to investigate on their own, which was like sending themselves to their doom.

"And if you two get caught too, the criminals will have killed six people—" Inspector Megure added quietly, no longer trying to persuade Chu Ming.

Chu Ming's eyes were sharp. He didn't care about six lives. Although he had wanted to use these few brats as tools before, eight hundred brats couldn't compare to one Conan.

So, should we just kill all these brats? They'll stop dragging Conan down. What if one day he doesn't have time to save them and they kill him?

Wouldn't he have lost his most beloved magnetic field generator...?

Conan in a skirt

Chapter 119 Review

After the police arrested several criminals, Conan was also brought over. When he arrived, the three brats were writing self-criticisms while standing in a horse stance, sobbing, under Chu Ming's death ray gaze.

Although Chu Ming really wanted to just load the bullets, Inspector Megure wouldn't leave, so Chu Ming could only mentally torture them first, making them squat there and write self-criticisms.

"Brother Chu Ming." Conan, still wearing that red dress, handed her phone to Chu Ming, looking annoyed. "Your phone, where did you hide the photos? I can't find them."

On his way back, he tried to delete all his embarrassing moments, but unfortunately, he searched through Chu Ming's phone thoroughly and couldn't find any photos.

Seeing that Conan was unharmed, Chu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took the phone, and grinned mischievously: "Then I have to hide it. How could I let you find me so easily? What exactly happened in this case?"

"It was TWO-MIX who overheard Satoshi Miyahara shooting a member of their group on New Year's Eve, and even wrote about it in their lyrics. So, Satoshi Miyahara planned to kill them to silence them and destroy the cassette tape. Luckily, the police arrived quickly. Genta and the others were pretty quick-witted, weren't they?"

Conan looked pleased, and then noticed the children squatting in the corner, their legs shaking but still writing furiously.

"Uh, what's going on with Genta and the others...?"

Chu Ming's expression changed instantly. He cracked his knuckles as he clenched his fists. "They were afraid you'd steal the limelight, so they planned to investigate and rescue you themselves. They even took your tracking goggles off. If I hadn't discovered it in time, you'd probably be done for. That's why I'm giving them a good talking-to, making them realize their mistake."

Conan's eyes widened. He had been in a close call this time, almost getting locked in a room and burned to death by Miyahara Satoshi. If the police hadn't arrived quickly, he probably would be at a banquet by now.

"Didn't I tell you to come and find the police right away? This is such a dangerous thing—!" Conan was also a little angry.

Ayumi timidly rubbed her eyes: "I was going to say something, but—"

"We really know we were wrong..." Seeing Conan return, Mitsuhiko, who thought he had a savior, looked up and handed Chu Ming a letter full of apologies.

Chu Ming glanced at it, then tore it up in a flash: "You wrote so little, it's obvious you're not sincerely admitting your mistake. Rewrite it! What are you looking at? Watching Conan won't help. Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, he couldn't save you."

Conan quietly tugged at Chu Ming's clothes. Although he felt a little relieved seeing the three brats in such a miserable state, he was also back safely, so he hinted to Chu Ming that he was probably all set.

Chu Ming rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "You think they'll learn their lesson like this? Do you believe I could set a trap and they'd still fall into it? A leopard can't change its spots—"

"Hey, hey—Brother Chu Ming, you wouldn't be thinking of..." Conan thought of the two times he had been tricked.

"I'm not that bored..."

Actually, I'm not interested in it. Why should I bother to devise a script for a few naughty kids? If they really die at some crime scene, I won't have to do it myself. As long as it doesn't involve my interests, I don't care what happens next.

Conan was pulled aside by Inspector Megure for more details. Chu Ming bent down slightly, put his arm around Mitsuhiko and Genta's necks, and stared at Ayumi.

"I don't want to ask you if you know you're wrong. I'm just informing you that if there's a next time you put Conan in danger just to show off your stupidity, I'll embed you in the wall as specimens."

Even though Chu Ming's voice wasn't loud, and he even had a gentle smile on his face, from a distance, people who didn't know the truth would think he was still comforting the children.

The three of them were trembling and almost out of breath, nodding hurriedly.

Chu Ming patted their faces: "You look so well-behaved now. Naughty children get killed, you know~"

"Have Conan bring me your 10,000-word self-criticisms in three days, one word short—" Chu Ming smiled gently and waved for the three to get lost.

Seeing that Chu Ming let go and let them leave, the three children quickly and quietly left, afraid that if they made any noise or were too slow, Chu Ming would keep them there.

Chu Ming watched the three figures leave, his eyes narrowed as he pondered something.

"Brother Chu Ming, Brother Chu Ming...?" Conan had just arrived when he saw Chu Ming's face half-hidden in shadow, the darkness swallowing his expression, as if there was boundless darkness behind him.

A strange feeling flashed through his mind: "Brother Chu Ming, you...you don't mean to beat them up, do you?"

"Hmm? You found out?" Chu Ming withdrew his gaze, a half-smile on his face. "Then it seems I have no choice but to—"

Conan frowned slightly; Chu Ming seemed a bit off today…

"Click——"

Conan crossdressing done.

"!!! Brother Chu Ming!!"

Conan then noticed that he was still wearing a skirt. Ignoring the fleeting thought that had just crossed his mind, he glared angrily at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming joked and teased Conan, silently crossing the idea of ​​sending someone to plant a bomb at the three brats' house in his mind. There were plenty of ways to deal with a few kids; with their reckless behavior, he didn't even need to plan anything. For now, it was best not to arouse Conan's suspicion.

After sending Conan back, Chu Ming took out his phone and sent a message to Amuro Tooru.

"Miyahara Satoshi has been captured. Seize the treasure quickly, or things may change. — Granburg"

Chapter 120 My name is Haidilao

"You're hiring someone to kill you? And you're paying them? Uncle, do you have too much money to burn?"

Recently, news suddenly appeared on TV about the innocent little girl who died when Silver Fox killed his target half a year ago. Chu Ming decided to go to the Mouri Detective Agency to see if Kogoro Mouri had any clues about Silver Fox.