Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Conan managed to utter a name: "Doesn't it sound like Brother Chu Ming?"

After saying that, Conan sat down beside him as if deflated: "The way he talks really is—"

Ai Haibara shook her head and said firmly, "He can't possibly be Chu Ming's."

She knew that Chu Ming was an outsider and there was no need for him to use a second face in the organization.

Ai Haibara's assertion completely disrupted Conan's train of thought.

"Does it really not look like it? Or am I just being paranoid?" Conan fell into deep thought.

"Don't panic just because you see people from the organization. It's hard for a normal person to imagine that we can shrink. Just don't be too aggressive in solving this case." Ai Haibara had already calmed down.

"Yes, that's right. And we already know who the culprit is. What we need to do is find the evidence." Conan's gaze was firm.

"Officer, now that we have no motive and have been confirmed to be innocent, can we go?"

Amuro asked loudly, clearly worried about leaving Chu Ming there, fearing he might suddenly go crazy and kill everyone present.

Upon hearing Amuro Tooru's suggestion to leave, Conan jumped up, wanting to say something to stop them, but Ai Haibara held him back tightly: "Don't be impulsive! And don't even think about planting any tracking devices. There are so few people here; if we're discovered, everyone here will die!!"

Having determined that Amuro Tooru and Chu Ming had no opportunity to commit the crime, Inspector Megure had no reason to keep stopping them. Chu Ming calmly led Amuro Tooru out, despite Conan's anxious gaze.

"Hey, Bourbon, it's not that I didn't give you a chance, but you came along this time and didn't contribute anything. Oh well, you call me 'big brother,' so I can't treat you unfairly. How about this, you can write this mission report. Give it to me tonight."

Chu Ming patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder, generously assigned him his own task, and turned to leave.

Amuro Tooru stared speechlessly at his retreating figure. Chu Ming's words had inexplicably reminded him of the novel he had been following.

He had been following a novel written by an author on the dark web, starting from the very first book, because he really liked the author's first book.

The love-hate relationships surrounding the number one assassin, especially that Hideko Moroboshi from back then, made him laugh so hard he collapsed on the bed.

But the author's second piece completely wiped out his initial appreciation; what kind of nonsense was it!

Especially the opening scene, which hit him like a ton of bricks: Amuro Namiko is pregnant? And with Akai Shuichi's child?!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Furthermore, although she later clarified that her pregnancy was fake, she pointed out that she and Shuichi Akai infiltrated the brewery for the purpose of obtaining the core formula.

Does this author know something?

In addition to the few people he was familiar with, a new name appeared: Fujino Ran.

As far as he knew, there weren't many people in the organization with the code name Lan.

Ireland, tequila, and Granbury.

Based on what Granbury just said, he must have read this novel!

As for the surname, the author probably used a real surname, and there is a high probability that Granburg's surname is Fujino!

He had previously mentioned that Yusuke Shochiku was his fake identity!

Therefore, this author must hold a high position in the organization, after all, he knows the surnames of so many members. Could he be in the intelligence group?

Last time I was in the intelligence team, I heard Rum asking people to check the backend to find this author's IP. It seems he'll find out who this damn author is soon!

Once he catches this author—

Meanwhile, Chu Ming left the mission report with Amuro Tooru and returned to the base with a stack of real estate documents, feeling carefree.

"There are six properties in total. I checked them out when I came back. One is in the center of Beika Town, one is on the border of Beika Town, and four are factories in the suburbs. I hacked into the Metropolitan Police Department's database and checked. None of these properties have any registration records, so they can be used directly."

Gin took the documents and carefully reviewed them: "Where's the middleman?"

“He’s dead. I didn’t even have a chance to do anything before he was killed in a revenge killing. I brought all the files with him, and I also went into his house on the way and searched through it, but I didn’t leave any records.”

Gin nodded. This was one of the reasons why Chu Ming repeatedly tested his bottom line but he didn't kill him.

His mission completion rate is 100%, and he is thorough in every aspect, leaving no clues and overlooking no details.

It's a pity he wasn't mute.

Chu Ming felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason. He looked at Gin with a puzzled expression and asked, "Big brother, are you planning something bad about me? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with your eyes?"

"Hmph." Gin lowered his gaze.

Why didn't she object, or even try to take him to the training ground?

Chu Ming stumbled back a few steps: "Did I tell you? Big brother, you—"

"Okay, shut up. Potter asked me earlier if you went to the research institute a couple of days ago. He needs to talk to you. Go find him yourself."

"Potter? I'm not going. He's definitely trying to get revenge on me! I clearly used Bourbon's face last time, how did he know it was mine?"

Gin paused, his hand holding the cigarette still: "What have you done now?"

"I didn't do anything. I just used Bourbon's face to loot—no, I mean, to take some of their newly developed drugs. I only took about two-thirds of the amount. Anyway, they don't need it, and I was just helping them test the drug's effects. It doesn't make sense. How did he know it was me in disguise?"

"...Because Bourbon is from the intelligence group, he doesn't have permission to enter the drug storage room."

"I see. Then next time I'll disguise myself as—" Chu Ming's eyes quickly swept over Gin, meeting Gin's murderous gaze.

"Who are you disguised as?"

"Uh, Vermouth!" Chu Ming quickly corrected himself.

"Oh, really? Do you want me to teach you?" A cheerful voice came from behind.

Chu Ming was taken aback for a moment. Did he have some kind of debuff that would make any secret plot overheard?

Chapter 139 Something is very wrong

Having escaped Vermouth's clutches by selling his body, Chu Ming immediately decided to go home.

As for Potter looking for him? Who is that? I don't know him, I don't know him, I'm not sure.

On the way back, he received a call from Conan.

"The movie theater? Shall we go now? It's okay, I'm shopping. Okay, wait a minute."

After hanging up the phone, Chu Ming stood by the roadside with a frown.

Something is wrong, very wrong.

Conan wouldn't call him over in the middle of a case for no reason, unless... he became suspicious again.

Did I just see my own Shochiku Yusuke pseudonym? Or is it something else?

Chu Ming immediately found a public restroom and went in. Luckily, he was used to keeping a few sets of clothes in his system inventory as spares.

After changing out of his black trench coat, Chu Ming removed his disguise and casually put on a tracksuit.

"What's wrong, Conan? Why did you call me over so urgently? Is something the matter?" Chu Ming walked briskly into the movie theater.

"Brother Chu Ming, where did you go today?" Conan tilted his head back, trying to look cute.

Chu Ming chuckled, pinched Conan's cheek, and whispered, "You always use this cutesy tone when you question criminals. What? Did I do something wrong?"

Conan blushed. He was used to acting cute to lower other people's guard when he saw something suspicious, but he forgot that Chu Ming knew that he was Shinichi Kudo.

"Brother Chu Ming, we just ran into the Black Organization. It was the same two we encountered before. One was codenamed Bourbon, and we don't know the other's codename, but his name is Matsutake Yusuke."

Chu Ming's eyes narrowed: "You and Xiao Ai didn't attract their attention, did they?"

"No." Conan kept staring at Chu Ming, but couldn't find a single flaw. "Brother Chu Ming, the way he talks sounds just like you."

"I was wondering why you were acting so strange today. You suspect it's me?" Chu Ming crouched down to look Conan in the eye. "Then next time you see him, call me. I was watching a street performance in the shopping district today. The security cameras should have captured me. I'll take you to the mall to check the security footage."

Anyway, all the surveillance footage has been taken care of. (〃'▽'〃)

Hearing Chu Ming confidently prove himself, Conan felt a little embarrassed: "I just—"

Chu Ming stood up, rubbed his head, and winked at him: "You're just being suspicious as usual, I understand."

Conan scratched his head: "Those two people said they saw Mr. Furuhashi kill the person before they left, but I haven't found any evidence yet. The tape wasn't cut and played. Mitsuhiko said he saw that girl crying in the bathroom, which is also a clue. I feel like I've missed something..."

Conan recounted the details of what had happened to Chu Ming, deliberately only mentioning names without specifying who the people were, while intently watching Chu Ming.

Chu Ming remained expressionless, but inwardly he chuckled to himself: Such petty tricks are really childish.

"Mr. Guqiao? Which one?" Chu Ming looked up and glanced around the theater, his demeanor perfectly normal, and the doubt in his eyes was quite natural.

Conan completely abandoned his last shred of doubt. He pointed to the tall man standing against the wall, his face full of anger: "It's him."

"Let's go to his workplace and see if we can find any clues."

Chu Ming and Conan stood in the projection room. Chu Ming looked at the broken mirror inside, tapped it twice, and turned to Conan, saying, "Is it possible that he used the mirror to reflect the image onto another window? Did you learn this in Hawaii? With this wall, is it possible to reflect the image?"

Conan stepped forward, and Chu Ming handed him the broken pieces of the mirror that had been removed.

After fiddling with the projector for a long time, the two finally managed to project the image successfully.

"That's it! He must have used this method to kill Mr. Zhang Tian and hang him up first, and then take the lens away when he returned to the projection room, so that the image could be played out from this window as his alibi."

"Do you know the evidence?" Chu Ming asked Conan, looking down at him.

"I think the evidence is in the photos Mr. Ide took!" Conan smiled confidently. "Come on, Chu Ming, let's solve the case!"

Chu Ming pushed Professor Agasa forward, saying, "You want Professor Agasa to put on a double act? I can't do that."

Dr. Agasa scratched his head: "Let me do it, I can do it. You can also ask the children for help."

He pointed to the three children who were standing timidly to the side. The three children stood obediently in place, showing none of their usual liveliness as they used to run around the scene. Instead, they stared at Conan with resentful eyes. They had heard that Chu Ming, the Great Demon King, was summoned by Conan through a phone call!

Conan quickly ran over and invited them to join in the crime scene simulation.