Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Sakihara Kei has woken up and is describing the appearance of the suspicious person she saw to a police officer who is good at drawing.

Chu Ming's eyes flickered slightly. After the policeman who drew the portrait left the ward, he quickly went over to borrow a piece of paper, picked up a pen he had just picked up from the office, and went to the corner to roughly draw Judy's appearance.

"An FBI investigator has entered the country and was seen on the street opposite Mihana Hospital. A sketch follows. — Granbury"

Chu Ming sent the drawing he had just made to Gin. Since he only had a black pen, he made sure to mark the color of the hair and eyes next to it.

Stuffing the paper into his pocket, Chu Ming couldn't help but sigh, thinking how easy it must be for Gin to have a subordinate like him.

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T18 Outpost.

"Brother, the only thing I can tell from this picture posted by Granburch is that it's a woman."

Vodka looked troubled.

Gin sat in his chair with a cold expression, unusually not smoking.

He had just finished a call with Rum. The people he had stationed at the airport were all arranged by Rum. He was almost at his doorstep, but there was still no sign of them watching him.

Were they all killed? A bunch of useless trash.

"Bring it over and let me take a look."

Gin had only read Chu Ming's message before going to talk to Rum. He hadn't even looked at the picture yet, and had Vodka print it out to send to the members later.

Vodka handed over the printed picture.

FBI Investigator — by Chu Ming

"..."

After a long silence, Gin finally spoke: "Female, blonde, blue-eyed, wearing black-rimmed glasses. Based on this standard, send someone to Beika to check her out first."

"As expected of the eldest brother, he can even understand this." Vodka said with a proud look on his face.

Gin didn't say anything, but after Vodka left, he silently crumpled up the picture in his hand and threw it into the trash can.

If you have trash, just throw it in the trash can.

Take Granburg's paintings, for example.

Gin: I need to tell Granburg that it was drawn very well, and that they shouldn't draw it again next time.

Chapter 144 Specialization is Key (Bonus Chapter 2)

"Officer, is my wife alright? I received a call from the police saying that my wife was involved in a car bombing."

Kazuo Sakihara arrived quite late, much later than expected.

"You must be Mr. Kazuo Sakihara. Don't worry, your wife is alright," Inspector Megure reassured him.

Unfortunately, Kazuo Sakihara was not comforted at all. When he heard that his wife was alright, he exclaimed in surprise.

"What's wrong? You seem disappointed that your wife is alright?" Chu Ming leaned against the door frame, looking at him suspiciously.

Kazuo Sakihara's eyebrows furrowed: "How could that be! I'm just relieved for Kei! It's really, really fortunate that there were no casualties in the bombing. We're so lucky, hahaha, hahaha."

"No, Mr. Sakihara, I regret to inform you that your wife's younger sister, Ms. Hiromi, tragically died in this bombing."

Chu Ming narrowed his eyes, seemingly informing him out of kindness.

"!!! What did you say! You said Kuanmei, she..."

Kazuo Sakihara's voice suddenly grew louder. Seeing that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, he lowered his head to restrain himself and then straightened his tie in an attempt to cover it up.

"H-How could this be... What happened?"

"You wouldn't happen to be in love with your wife's younger sister, Kuanmei, and that's why you tampered with the car to try and kill Miss Xiaohui in the bombing, would you? Oh right, that way you could live happily ever after with her sister~ Maybe you could even get a huge insurance policy for your wife or something, tsk tsk, you'd have the best of both worlds~"

Chu Ming clenched his right fist and slammed it into his left palm, looking as if he had seen through everything.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could I possibly kill my own wife? Besides, I've been at the company all day today, and everyone in the office can testify to that!"

Kazuo Sakihara was so angry that his face turned red, and he roared at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming continued to provoke him: "So far, this is the only sentence that makes the most sense. How many times have you practiced it at home?"

"you--"

Inspector Megure quickly separated the two, avoiding any mention of Chu Ming's question: "Mr. Sakihara, you're still in the hospital, please keep your voice down. Ms. Hiromi was helping your wife back up when the car exploded. By the way, do you remember this person?"

Inspector Megure unfolded a portrait, and Kazuo Sakihara's eyes narrowed sharply. He then tried his best to remain calm: "No, I don't know him. I'm going to check on my wife. Excuse me."

After saying that, he opened the door and went into the ward.

Inspector Megure watched him enter the ward: "This is just too suspicious..."

"Yes, even Inspector Megure could see he was suspicious. It seems he really is the murderer. So how did he manage to create this alibi?"

Chu Ming stroked his chin, deep in thought, ignoring Inspector Megure's resentful and aggrieved gaze.

Conan walked up to Inspector Megure and tugged at him: "Inspector Megure, have you investigated this man in the sketch? Do you have any information?"

"Not yet. The portrait was just finished, and I showed it to Mr. Sakihara. When Takagi arrives later, I'll ask him to take it and investigate it."

As if on cue, Takagi came running over: "Inspector Megure, the scene investigation is complete. How's the sketch coming along?"

Inspector Megure handed him the sketch: "You've come at the right time. Here's the sketch. Go and investigate—"

“Huh, this man—I’ve seen him in the case file that Officer Sato was in charge of.”

"Quickly, go to the Metropolitan Police Department and retrieve that file!"

"Yes!"

—Metropolitan Police Department—

Inspector Megure pasted the man's photo on the whiteboard, next to the portrait he had drawn.

“That’s right, it’s him.” Officer Sato stood to the side. “His name is Hiromasa Takahashi, and he works at a chemical company. His wife, Sachiko Takahashi, was stabbed on her way home from a convenience store and bled to death. She had a huge insurance policy, and Hiromasa Takahashi was heavily in debt. We suspected that he might have killed his wife for insurance money, but he had a solid alibi for that day.”

"Hiromasa Takahashi works at a chemical company, so he can manufacture explosives. And these two cases have something in common: both involved the murder of the victim's wife, and both had alibis. Is there a possibility—"

"—The two of them were exchanging murder targets."

Chu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire office.

"Why would Mr. Sakihara kill Miss Xiaohui..." Xiaolan asked, her face full of confusion.

Kogoro Mouri sighed: "This can be seen from the few words Mr. Sakihara blurted out after learning of Ms. Hiromi's death. He and Ms. Hiromi must have had some unusual relationship before..."

Chu Ming nodded. Not bad, the uncle has a very keen sense for catching affairs and cheating.

This is what it means to specialize in something.

However, this case may take a turn for the better.

Chu Ming carefully recalled the look in Xiao Hui's eyes when she saw Kogoro Mouri that day; it didn't seem like she was seeing her teacher whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

—It's more like the panic of someone caught red-handed doing something wrong.

Could it be that she turned the tables on me?

Not bad, that was a brilliant counterattack, but it had nothing to do with him.

I should go back and wash up and go to bed early. I wonder if Gin has sent anyone to track Jodie down. Maybe we can find Shuichi Akai by following her.

Once Shuichi Akai arrives in Japan, things will surely descend into complete chaos, won't they?

Bourbon wouldn't bomb the Metropolitan Police Department, but he'd definitely be willing to go with me to bomb the FBI.

Chapter 145 Don't Buy Insurance for Yourself When You're in Mihua (Bonus Chapter 3)

“We were clearly at the Metropolitan Police Department last night, why didn’t we take a statement then? Why do we have to come back today?”

He goes to the Metropolitan Police Department every day; he's never this diligent when it comes to government offices.

"Besides, Professor Agasa is here, Uncle Mori is here, and Conan has been involved in almost all the cases, so why do I have to come here?" Chu Ming wailed, slumped in his chair.

"Alright, Brother Chuming, since we're already here, we agreed to go to the amusement park together later!"

"Ugh--"

Takagi came out carrying several cups of tea: "Haha, last night was really busy. After listening to Mr. Chu Ming and Detective Mouri's reasoning, we immediately went to arrest Takahashi Hiromasa. At that time, he was already packing his things to escape. Sakihara Kazuo saw the portrait drawn by the police at the hospital and realized that Takahashi Hiromasa had been exposed. He immediately called to tell him to escape, but was caught on the spot by Officer Sato."

When Officer Sato was mentioned, Takagi's eyes sparkled.

He continued, "These two confessed everything last night. They met while drinking, and it was around that time that Sakihara proposed the idea of ​​exchanging murders for insurance money with Takahashi. Sakihara fell in love with his wife's younger sister, Ms. Hiromi, and attempted to use the large insurance payout from killing Ms. Kei to open a clothing store for Ms. Hiromi..."

"Does Xiaohui know about this?" Maoli's eyes were full of worry.

Takagi nodded: "Inspector Megure went to her house this morning. She was incredulous when she heard this and kept crying. It's understandable, even if her husband didn't want to kill her, her sister betrayed her."

Conan felt like he'd overlooked something, so he looked up and asked Chu Ming, "Brother Chu Ming, don't you think something's off?"

"What's wrong? I just realized a principle from this." Chu Ming's face was serious.

"What's the point?"

"In Mihua, don't buy insurance for yourself unless necessary."

"..."

Conan immediately turned his head away; he shouldn't have asked Chu Ming.

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