Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chu Ming suddenly turned around: "Mr. Masuo, you said you were going to the living room as soon as you came in, but there were at least five or six minutes between when you entered the living room and when you exclaimed in surprise. What were you doing during those five minutes?"

Masuo Keizo wiped his sweat with a handkerchief: "I... I looked around the other rooms before finally coming to the living room."

"What did the living room look like back then?" Chu Ming pressed on.

"Yes, yes, it looks just like it did when you came!"

"Oh? Mr. Masuo, you'd better not lie to the three officers." Chu Ming's sharp gaze was fixed on him.

"What exactly are you trying to say! Are you trying to accuse me of being the murderer again? I already said, I was in the Metropolitan Police Department when Kayo died! I was on the phone with her at the time, wasn't I?"

"Tch, let's not even talk about alibis. We just encountered a case yesterday, a murder swap. And you can hire someone to kill someone, right? What's the use of an alibi? It only means you might not have killed the person, but it doesn't mean her death has nothing to do with you!"

Chu Ming took out his phone: "Some people just won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

He turned on the video and turned the screen to show everyone.

In the video, Masuo Keizo went straight to the living room without pausing at all.

On the living room floor, Kayo Masuo lay sprawled on top of a huge bookshelf, with books scattered all over the floor.

After entering, Masuo Keizo ignored his wife lying dead on the ground. Instead, he first lifted the bookshelf, removed the tape and nails from the top, and then neatly arranged the books and put them back.

After he finished doing all this, he wiped his sweat, sat down on the ground, closed his eyes, and exclaimed in surprise.

After watching the video, the three police officers completely understood the killer's method. Officer Sato asked with a serious expression, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Keizo Masuo took out nails and duct tape from his pocket: "That's all. I admit, I only did that for my wife's high-value insurance policy—"

Conan leaned closer to the photo album beside him, preparing a hint: "Oh dear—"

Chu Ming snatched the photo album from Masuo Keizao's hand: "Is that so? I don't think so. When your wife was kidnapped, you saw the robber's face and realized he was actually your friend, so you circled him in the album to show Officer Takagi the next day, right? Did you orchestrate the bank robbery?"

Keizo Masuo collapsed to the ground, nearly crushing Conan beside him.

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Chapter 147 Brother Chu Ming is so good at this!

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"What? The person escaped? Are there any other clues? Okay, I understand."

On the way back, Takagi received a phone call and turned to Sato, saying, "Inspector Megure wants us to issue an arrest warrant. The two men who robbed the bank with Masuo have disappeared. They set fire to the villa and fled with the money."

Conan frowned and leaned closer: "Why did they run away? Did someone notify them?"

After saying that, he glanced at Masuo Keizo, who was handcuffed behind his back.

"I didn't notify them!"

“It shouldn’t be Mr. Masuo. He was in our sight from the moment he entered the Metropolitan Police Department and had no chance to report anything. According to the investigation, the fire started around 3:30 p.m., and Mr. Masuo didn’t have a chance to notify them at that time.”

Chu Ming looked at Masuo with sympathy: "Then it must be that from the very beginning, they never intended to share this money with Mr. Masuo."

Masuo Keizo looked annoyed. He had even thought of covering for his friends and taking the blame for them.

And what was the result? And what was the result?

Those two bastards ran off with the money!!

He's all alone now. He lost his wife, got no money, and is going to jail!

His eyes turned red with anger, and his short, stout figure became even more hunched over.

"That's really tragic," Chu Ming murmured.

"Yes, but justice will prevail. Those two will definitely be caught." Conan said with a righteous expression.

Chu Ming nodded. Yes, he's been caught. He's probably suffering in Potter's hands right now.

So it seems that Masuo is the luckiest one.

After all, going to jail is better than being a human experiment.

By the time they got back to the Metropolitan Police Department, it was almost dusk. After getting out of the car, Takagi hid in a corner and muttered to himself for a long time.

Chu Ming couldn't help but lean closer: "What's going on, Officer Takagi? What lines are you practicing? Are you trying to ask Officer Sato out? Go for it, Officer Sato won't beat you up."

When Takagi met Chu Ming's encouraging (encouraging) gaze, he straightened up, gave himself a pep talk, and strode over to Sato Miwako.

"Officer Sato!" The voice was unusually loud.

Chu Ming and Conan peeked out from the side to watch the commotion.

"Hey, Officer Takagi, is there something you need?" Sato Miwako turned around in surprise.

"Um, I'm... Officer Sato. If... if it's alright, um—"

Upon seeing Sato's eyes, Takagi's initial courage deflated like a punctured balloon. His face turned bright red, and he stood stammering in front of Officer Sato, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Officer Shiratori seized the opportunity: "Could you please join me for dinner? Let's raise a glass together under the night sky. My uncle is the head chef of a three-star restaurant in France..."

Takagi's face visibly paled, and his world was plunged into darkness.

"That's so kind of you, but I appreciate it nonetheless—"

Hmm? Takagi slowly straightened up and looked at the two of them.

"I never eat French food."

This time, the dejected person was Officer Shiratori. He waved his hand in frustration and left this sad place.

"So, Officer Sato, you don't like French food..."

Chu Ming, standing to the side, was getting anxious for him: "Go! Hurry up and go up there! Oh no!"

Conan was speechless: "Brother Chu Ming, don't get too excited! Come back quickly, your voice is too loud!"

"Yes, I don't really like those fancy restaurants that require all sorts of high-class etiquette, but I heard there's a really good noodle shop nearby, let's go eat there together later."

Takagi's face flushed red instantly: "Okay! It's my pleasure—"

Before he could finish speaking, Inspector Megure stretched and came out of the inner room: "This case is finally solved! Sato and Takagi, how about we go for a drink to celebrate?! Everyone else is already at the hotel!"

Officer Sato stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, Miwako Sato, I will follow your instructions!"

On the contrary, Takagi's smile froze on his face.

"Tsk tsk, Inspector Megure will probably get a sack one day, this is too bright."

Looking at the gleaming light bulb, Chu Ming couldn't help but sigh.

"Let's go, Brother Chu Ming. We can't go to the amusement park today. Let's go tomorrow! Sister Xiao Lan and Uncle have already gone back."

"The statement hasn't been taken yet, is it? Are we not going to do it again? Are we going to have to do it all over again?"

Conan pointed to Wataru Takagi, who was slumped over the table, deep in depression: "But Officer Takagi, in this state, probably can't do it anymore."

"I don't want to run it again, watch me."

Chu Ming, standing behind Takagi, coughed heavily: "Conan, do you remember what kind of boys Officer Sato said he hated the most?"

Conan paused for a moment, then asked, "What kind?"

Standing behind Takagi, Chu Ming spoke each word meaningfully: "Of course, it's the kind of person who neglects their work and wastes other people's time because of their personal emotions!"

Takagi sat up abruptly: "Mr. Chu Ming, Conan, wait, let's finish taking the statement today!"

Conan looked at the raging flames behind Takagi, then at Chu Ming, who was sitting down with satisfaction, ready to settle the matter with a few words, and couldn't help but secretly give him a thumbs up.

Brother Chu Ming is so good at this.

Chapter 148 Conan Needs to Train

"The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me~ The little bird says, 'Why are you up so early...'"

Chu Ming leaned against the platform, singing weakly.

Why do we have to get up early even on holidays?

Kogoro Mouri and Kogoro Mouri were in the same position, leaning against a pillar on the platform, their eyes lifeless, like two salted fish, one big and one small.

In contrast, Conan and Ran Mouri were full of energy and looking very cheerful as they waited for the train.

"It's understandable that Dad was hungover and lethargic yesterday, but Chu Ming, didn't you sleep last night? How come you're so tired?"

"Xiaolan, you don't understand. Making someone who's used to sleeping until nine or ten o'clock get up at five is such a terrible disaster—"

"But, Brother Chu Ming, didn't you always say that you get up to exercise at around 5 a.m.?"

Chu Ming's eyes sharpened, and his whole demeanor suddenly brightened: "I was just kidding. Usually, I'd already been running a lap outside by this time. This is just a reaction to overexertion—"

"Pfft," Conan couldn't help but laugh.

Chu Ming, expressionless, vigorously rubbed Conan's head: "Conan needs to exercise too. Look at his skinny arms and legs. Next time, Ran, you can take him out and make him run around Mika ten or eight laps."