Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"Ding," the door opened, and Chu Ming looked down at the door and saw a little detective standing there, clearly stunned. He couldn't hide the fear and shock in his eyes. Before Gin noticed the little guy at his feet, for the sake of the magnetic field fragments in the future, Chu Ming casually picked him up and put him aside: "Kid, a good dog doesn't block the way, get out of the way."

Turning his head, Chu Ming met Gin's gaze. He puffed out his chest, gave Gin a proud look, and wore an expression that said, "I'm proud of my brother Qingdao."

Gin ignored his underling's outburst and went straight to his seat.

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Conan returned to his seat, head down, and stealthily glanced back. The two men in black were sitting not far behind him, seemingly talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. That's it! The bugging device the professor made for me! He had to figure out a way to slip it over there. He absolutely had to find out who these people were. If he could get the drug that shrunk him, he could turn back into his normal self! Once he regained his identity, he would bring these people to justice!

Conan, who was dreaming, noticed the two men in black getting up and leaving. Hmm? Where are they going?

Conan immediately turned around and chased after him.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Gin went in and casually found a window seat to sit down. Chu Ming looked around, trying to see which person was there for the transaction, but Gin suddenly pressed him down into his seat, giving him a warning look: "Behave yourself during the transaction. If you act crazy again, hmph—"

Okay, the more unfinished the words, the greater the threat. Chu Ming sat down obediently.

A moment later, a short-haired woman wearing high heels and dragging a suitcase came over. She went straight to their table, put down her suitcase, and said in a low voice, "The money is all here. Where is what I asked for?"

Gin gestured for Chu Ming to hand over the briefcase, saying, "Here you go. To ensure the security of the transaction, call at 3:10 to confirm the briefcase's combination."

The woman left with her suitcase and a serious expression. Chu Ming lingered at the restaurant with Gin for a while, had lunch, and then went back with Gin, completely satisfied.

As soon as I sat down, I noticed that the ashtray on the armrest had been moved. Conan must have already planted the listening device.

However, he had to maintain his public image and couldn't pretend he hadn't seen anything and arouse suspicion, so he frowned slightly and carefully looked at the armrest: "Brother, the ashtray looks like it's been moved."

Conan, who was eavesdropping in the distance, was almost scared out of his wits, because Chu Ming had gained the largest amount of emotional points to date: 980 points.

Wow, looks like I'll have to bring Gin around in front of Conan more often next time, within a safe range. This sheep is too fat; it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

Gin's hand was already reaching into his coat, but since it was on the Shinkansen, it wasn't appropriate to make any big moves. He slightly raised his chin, gesturing for Chu Ming to take out the ashtray. Chu Ming opened it and relaxed a little: "I wonder who spat out their chewing gum. Damn it, they have no sense of public decency. Can't they spit out their own ashtray?"

Gin stopped caring and Chu Ming started sending information to Conan. Although there would definitely be a lot of people going crazy over the bombing of the Shinkansen, he was sticking to a sustainable development strategy and couldn't let Conan be buried here as well. Otherwise, wouldn't he be as stupid as a farmer who kills the goose that lays the golden eggs?

For a better future, Chu Ming still extended a helping hand to Conan.

"Does Big Brother usually get his missions this easy? Just a few words and a briefcase and he gets 400 million. What's in that briefcase?"

Seeing that Chu Ming hadn't messed things up during the transaction, Gin was still kind enough to speak up: "It's valuable intelligence. With this, they can earn more than 4 million."

"Then why don't we do it ourselves? Rum seems pretty free lately, let's give him something to do~" Here's a free code name tip for you, little detective, quickly say thank you Chu Ming.

"Do you think it's really intelligence? She's no longer of any use to the organization. That bag is full of bombs."

"No wonder my brother told me to handle it carefully—" My brother is so good to me~

Gin's murderous intent surged, his malice almost overflowing: "At 3:10, she will press the starter without even realizing it, and 10 seconds later—"

Chu Ming's eyes lit up as he imagined the scene of the ground filled with magnetic fields, and he couldn't help but chime in: "It would explode into ashes with a bang—" Unfortunately, with Conan around, we won't see such a scene.

"Ashes!!!" Conan, who had been eavesdropping nearby, couldn't help but shout.

Gin and Chu Ming looked at him with solemn expressions.

Conan realized something was wrong and quickly stammered an excuse: "An airplane! I just saw an airplane~~ Ran-neechan, look, in the sky~"

Gin withdrew his gaze and scoffed, "Boring brat. We've arrived in Nagoya, get off."

Chu Ming glanced at Conan with regret. It was a pity he couldn't join in on the case, but in the end no one died, so it didn't matter if he didn't get involved.

Chapter 13 What are you doing?

As Chu Ming followed Gin outside, he caught a glimpse of Conan rushing forward like a cannonball, only to be caught by Ran just as Conan was about to grab his clothes.

After getting off the car with Gin in Nagoya, Chu Ming was surprised to find Gin's Porsche in the Nagoya parking lot: "Brother! Your car has grown legs!" Could this be the legendary skill of marking the boat to find the sword?

"Don't make a fuss, I had Vodka drive over."

"Oh, I see—" Chu Ming had thought that the Ke Xue era had already developed such high-tech automatic navigation vehicles.

He dragged his slightly cumbersome body, still covered in vodka, and hurried forward eagerly: "Big brother, big brother, let me drive you!"

Gin stared at Chu Ming with a suspicious look: "You?"

"I can do it, I can do it! Vodka's driver's license should be in the car, right? I can drive, let me do it." Chu Ming rubbed his hands together, eager to get started. He wasn't an adult yet, and the timeline in the science fiction was so chaotic. If he wanted to experience driving, he had to cherish his time in disguise. Besides, this was a Porsche 356A! He had never driven one before.

Seeing Gin frown, seemingly indicating his reluctance, he said, "Brother, if we drive all the way to Saitama Prefecture! It's such a long journey! And you still have missions to do, it'll be so tiring...blah blah blah."

Gin, impatient with Chu Ming's rambling, walked around the front of the car to the passenger seat and said, "You'd better be careful."

"Don't worry, brother, I'm a very steady driver." Chu Ming rubbed his hands together and excitedly touched the steering wheel.

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Chu Ming leaned in to boast, "How was it, bro? I drove well, right? Better than Vodka, isn't it? Want to consider taking me on missions next time?"

Chu Ming had intended to chat with Gin on the way, but he wasn't sure if Gin genuinely trusted him or was just pretending to sleep to avoid his rambling. So, he closed his eyes and rested for a while, a rare occurrence for him. As soon as the car stopped, Gin woke up.

As if he hadn't heard Chu Ming speak, Gin completely ignored him, got out of the car and headed straight for the hotel.

"Hey bro, wait for me—"

"Welcome—um, would you two like to stay somewhere?" A sweet-smiling young girl approached, then turned away somewhat timidly, asking Chu Ming, intimidated by Gin's imposing manner.

"Two rooms."

"Gentlemen, since tomorrow night is the Greatest Night Festival in the World, there are quite a few tourists lately. We only have one double room left, is that alright?"

Chu Ming hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Gin. He seemed fine, but he was worried that Gin's alertness might prevent him from sleeping at night if someone was in the room.

"Okay." Gin irritably lit a cigarette.

"Okay, guests, here is your room card. Please keep it safe. Your room is room 203 on the second floor."

After taking the room key, Chu Ming followed Gin into the room, then stared in disbelief as Gin smoothly checked for listening devices and cameras, threw jammers around, and finally sat down at the table.

"Brother, what are we doing here?"

"The deal is tomorrow afternoon in a blind spot in the park near the hotel. The organization has some drugs that need to be traded. Keep an eye out when you get there; there might be an ambush. The people doing these trades haven't been very honest lately, so if there are any problems—" A cold glint flashed in Gin's eyes.

"I understand." Chu Ming nodded decisively. Killing anyone who causes trouble was Gin's, or rather, the Black Organization's, traditional skill.

Seeing Gin smoking and flipping through mission information, Chu Ming also pulled out his laptop, removed his disguise to reveal his true appearance, sat cross-legged on the bed, placed the laptop on his lap, and quietly started typing. He hadn't updated for a while, and his regularly scheduled drafts were almost exhausted. If he didn't update while on a mission, it would be easy for his secrets to be discovered.

"—Kurosawa Koto stood dejectedly downstairs at the apartment building, cigarette butts scattered at his feet. He had been standing there all night. But Uozuka Yoshiko hadn't sent him any messages all night."

As one of the world's top assassins, he can handle his mission targets, but he can't handle the person he loves most.

"Why? Why, Yoshiko? Even though I'm an assassin, my love for you is real!" Koto Kurosawa cried out to the sky amidst the swirling snow.

Yoshiko Uozuka pushed open the window, revealing her red and swollen eyes from crying, and shouted downstairs, "Aqin, don't wait for me! You're the world's number one assassin, and I'm just an ordinary little girl. I'm not good enough for you. Amuro Namiko in your team is so much better. She's so strong and wonderful, unlike me. I can't do anything right. I'll only cause you trouble QAQ"

Kurosawa widened his eyes: "No, I won't allow you to say that about yourself. I don't like anything about being strong or beautiful. I only like the purest and kindest you!"

......"

Chu Ming's inspiration kept flowing. In order to get revenge on Gin for beating him up, he specially added two jealous couples to the protagonist of the novel—the lonely assassin. Especially when writing in the style of Qiong Yao, his thoughts flowed like a spring, and a strange smile appeared on his lips as his hands kept tapping on the keyboard.

While reviewing the intelligence, Gin suddenly felt a chill. He glanced around warily and saw Chu Ming with a gleam in his eyes and a slightly neurotic smile. Luckily, he was good-looking, otherwise he would have been a complete disaster.

He approached Chu Ming and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

Chu Ming, who was engrossed in writing, was startled by the approaching protagonist and slammed his computer screen shut. He gave Gin an innocent smile and said, "N-nothing."

Seeing Chu Ming's guilty look, Gin gestured with his chin toward the computer: "Open it."

Chu Ming thought for a moment about what he was writing, then awkwardly tapped the back of his computer: "Big brother, I'm trying to write a novel. My writing isn't very good, so please don't read it."

Gin bent down, used some force to pull the laptop from Chu Ming's hand, and flipped it open:

"—At this very banquet, Namiko Amuro heard that the powerful man she admired had found love, and her heart ached beyond measure."

She wouldn't allow it! This woman of unknown origin was no match for him!

No one knew that from the very first moment they saw that man, they had fallen hopelessly in love with him. The way he held the gun; the way he smoked melancholy; the way he gazed at the sky at a 45-degree angle…

No, I must defeat that woman and show him who truly deserves him!

Gin frowned, glanced at a few lines of text, and then looked away: "Amuro—Namiko?"

Chu Ming was so embarrassed he wanted to dig a four-bedroom apartment out of his toes. He was as happy as he was when he was writing it, and as embarrassed as he was when he was caught. Luckily, Gin hadn't seen the beginning of the story, and luckily he wasn't interested in this kind of writing: "Just borrowing this, just borrowing this. Please don't tell anyone, bro."

Gin seemed quite intrigued. He and Bourbon didn't get along very well, so although he wasn't interested in this kind of vulgar writing, he was happy for his underling to use his arch-enemy's name. So he generously offered his advice: "If you want to publish this book, you can contact Vodka."

Chu Ming's eyes widened: "Uh—I think I'll pass, I didn't write it well."

Gin didn't say anything more. Given his personality, it was already quite rare for him to suggest that Chu Ming contact Vodka. He was just routinely suspecting whether Chu Ming was secretly sending out intelligence, although the possibility was extremely low.

Seeing that Gin didn't delve deeper, Chu Ming silently sighed. This chapter couldn't be used, and since it was going to be posted on the dark web, it seemed the name Amuro Namiko needed to be changed. Perhaps it should be changed to—

—Hideko Moroboshi!

It's a pity that such a good name as Namiko Amuro can only be used next time.

Chapter 14 Gunshots Next Door

"Haaah!" Chu Ming leaned against the door frame and yawned again.

Chu Ming looked at Gin, who still had that murderous look on his face—he clearly hadn't slept well either, but it was impossible to tell. Was this the basic skill of a model worker?

He thought it would just be a normal night's sleep in the same room, but who could have imagined that Gin would be this uncomfortable? He would sit up every now and then in the middle of the night, unleashing a murderous aura at Chu Ming, which would wake Chu Ming up in the process—this cycle repeated itself, and neither of them got a proper half hour of sleep. In the end, Chu Ming had no choice but to leave the room and spend the night in his sports car.

Gin handed over the information he had compiled the night before: "The person involved in the transaction is called Gomachi Yamato, a high-ranking executive at Deya Pharmaceuticals. He's in charge of some of the drugs that are unavailable on the market in the organization's labs. But recently he's been making excuses about the transaction. The external members here who are monitoring him have reported that people who look like police officers have been coming and going from his house. Go and scout it out."

Chu Ming took the documents, flipped through them, and memorized the transaction location and the appearance of the people involved. He put on his headset, and seeing that no one was passing by outside, he climbed out the window.

At noon, several elderly people were still strolling leisurely in the park. Chu Ming pretended to be a young man who came to the park to relax. He moved around for a while and even watched a few old men playing chess for a while, but out of the corner of his eye, he kept analyzing the people around him.