Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chapter 141 A Day Forced to Shoulder a Heavy Burden

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“If the disk isn’t destroyed, I can just delete the organization’s records and wait for the police to investigate those companies. Then, can’t we take over their market share? After all, there are similar companies in the organization field.”

Gin pondered for a moment. He was good at completing tasks efficiently in the simplest way, but Chu Ming's suggestion was also good.

"Are you sure you can pull it off? Don't let something unexpected happen," Gin warned in a deep voice.

"No, don't worry, big brother, leave it to me. How many transaction records are there in total? The organizer should also have corresponding records, right? Vodka, send me the organization's records later."

The sound of a computer keyboard clicking could be heard, followed by Vodka's voice: "Sent to you."

"OK."

Chu Ming hung up the phone and jumped up.

Generally speaking, such disks are definitely encrypted. Conan isn't very computer savvy, so he'll definitely need to find someone to help him.

When it comes to computer-related matters, he only goes to Professor Agasa.

Chu Ming packed his things, grabbed some pastries, and headed towards Professor Agasa's house.

This is something I learned from Shuichi Akai, since later on he often liked to stroll over to Professor Agasa's place with a pot of potato and beef, whether he had something to do or not.

When the door was opened, Ran and Conan were standing next to Professor Agasa.

"Hey, it's so late, why isn't Conan going home to rest? Aren't you going to school tomorrow?" Chu Ming asked knowingly.

"Brother Chu Ming! You've come at the perfect time!" Conan's eyes lit up. He remembered that Chu Ming also studied computer science.

Do you have a way to crack the password on this disk?

"Password? You can try." Chu Ming took the disk Conan handed him. "Doctor, can I borrow your computer? What do you need this for?"

"That's great! Ran-neechan this morning..." Conan quickly told Chu Ming about what happened that morning.

"In short, Ran met an old man on the bus on her way home. The old man wanted to see Detective Mouri, but Ran fell asleep on the bus during their conversation. When she woke up, the old man was gone, and she found this disk in her bag when she got home."

"Yes, I plan to go with Sister Xiaolan to ask about the route of the bus from earlier in the day, and then go on the bus to take a look."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Chu Ming's slender fingers flew across the keyboard, moving so fast they seemed to leave afterimages.

While the people around him weren't paying attention, Chu Ming secretly deleted the organization's related information in the background before opening the entire document.

"All right."

Chu Ming stretched out his long leg, braced it against the table with a slight force, and the chair slid to the side a little, leaving a gap for Conan and Ran.

Conan and Ran quickly came over to look: "What is this?"

Chu Ming flipped through the pages: "These are Mihua Construction's ledgers. But there are two copies, one is the external account, and the other is a symbolic record of the actual account. Look here, the records of bribery of politicians and collusion with shareholders, the names of all the shareholders involved, tsk tsk, this is incriminating evidence, no wonder they're looking for Uncle Mori."

"Quick, let's go to the bus stop and ask. That old man could be in danger at any moment!" Conan suddenly stood up and ran outside.

"It's too late to take a taxi, I'll drive you there. You wait here for me, I'll go get the car. Doctor, you stay home and watch this disk."

Fortunately, they lived nearby, and Chu Ming drove over to pick up Ran and Conan and head to the station.

"Ok?"

In the rearview mirror, a car was following closely behind.

Conan noticed it too, and he peered out the rear window.

"Brother Chu Ming, there's a car following us."

"That's very likely the person who captured Mr. Shera. Let's go to the station and lure them out."

Chu Ming stepped on the gas and sped towards the bus stop.

"You go in and ask, I'll stay here and keep watch."

"Okay, Brother Chu Ming, be careful." Conan grabbed Ran's hand and hurried inside.

A moment later, a black car also stopped at the entrance.

A person dressed in white was putting on gloves and cautiously walking towards the station.

Chu Ming looked around and, seeing that there were no surveillance cameras, took out a baseball bat from his backpack, quietly circled around to the back, and grinned as he raised the bat.

'bang~'

It sounds good; it's a good start.

The person fell to the ground immediately.

Chu Ming put away the stick, tied the man up, and stuffed him into his car.

His movements were fluid and seamless; he was clearly a repeat offender.

When Conan and Ran came out, they were startled when they opened the back seat door.

"Brother Chu Ming, this person... is..."

Chu Ming gave an affirmative answer: "They should be the criminals who arrested Mr. Shele. I was a little too rough with him just now, and he hasn't woken up yet. But I already know who they are."

He reached out and lifted the man's white shirt, revealing a line of small black characters on the inside: Dragon God Economic Research Institute.

"This research institute just appeared in the ledger on the disk! I get it. Although the ledger belongs to Mika Construction, the companies involved will definitely suffer. This economic research institute must be trying to retrieve that disk." Conan suddenly realized.

As Chu Ming drove, he said, "That's right, we're heading to the research institute now. I've already checked the route on the map. I'll sneak in and take a look first. Ran, you and Conan keep an eye on that man in the back. If he wakes up, give him another boost."

Xiao Lan nodded solemnly.

Conan looked at Ran, who was on high alert, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

It bears the sign of the Longshen Economic Research Institute, but inside it looks like a factory.

This is probably just a shell company, used by those people to launder money.

Climbing over the half-open roller shutter door, you'll see a large open space and some scaffolding.

Chu Ming climbed up the shelf to the second floor and looked through the window. Inside, he saw a man with a fierce face and an old man who was tied up.

He knocked on the glass, and as the man looked over, Chu Ming swung his baseball bat. The heavy bat shattered the glass and, with its momentum, smashed into the glass—

—On the head of Setsuraku Shigekichi.

"Hiss—" Chu Ming helped him inhale a breath of cold air.

Oh no, I slipped and threw it off course.

He jumped into the room from the broken wall. The man was stunned by Chu Ming's sudden blow and had no time to react before Chu Ming knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck.

Chu Ming carefully looked at the unconscious Shirakawa Shigekichi, checked his breathing, and thankfully, he wasn't dead.

He carried the unconscious old man on his back, and with his other hand dragged the man he had knocked unconscious, he walked heavily down the stairs step by step.

Today is another day I'm forced to shoulder heavy responsibilities.

Chapter 142 Nigger?

The pale moonlight, like quicksilver, blanketed the earth, casting dappled light through the dense foliage. These dappled lights moved with the swaying branches, their shadows flickering and shifting.

A person dressed entirely in white, wearing a mask, hat, and sunglasses, completely covered up, stood in a pool of blood, listlessly tossing the person in their arms aside.

Bright red blood splattered on his white clothes, forming red plum blossoms that looked particularly eerie under the moonlight.

The knife wound on the man's neck was so deep that the bone was visible. He lay on the ground with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Alright, one last one," a hoarse electronic voice rang out.

He sheathed his knife, gave the distant camera a defiant look, and turned to leave.

"This is the video that Inspector Megure brought over to show you this morning. This person knew there were cameras, but still maliciously provoked the police. Moreover, there were five victims in total, all of whom were senior employees of Beika Construction. Apart from this common point, they had nothing in common. The killer was ruthless and seemed like a professional hitman."

Conan turned off the recording and turned to Chu Ming: "Brother Chu Ming, do you have any clues?"

Chu Ming frowned: "They're all employees of Mihua Construction. Could it be related to yesterday's accounts?"

Kogoro Mouri said with a serious expression, "We cannot rule out that possibility at the moment."

"What about Inspector Megure? Have they found anything else?"

"This man looks a lot like a professional assassin who was previously wanted internationally. He likes to wear white clothes and slits throats with a single stroke. His code name is Black Ghost."

"A black guy? He looks pretty fair to me..." Chu Ming couldn't help but complain.

Kogoro Mori glared at him: "What black guy! He's a black ghost! Rumor has it that he can move freely in the dark even in white, just like a ghost."

"...Isn't he just a show-off?" Chu Ming retorted in a low voice.

Conan nodded in agreement.