Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Chu Ming glanced at the crowd in front of him, then stepped back a few paces to answer the phone.

"Hello, this is Fujino Chumei."

"Are you not available to talk on the phone?"

"Um, something came up." [--..---....-..-/-..-----.-..--./--...---.-...-.] — There's a detective.

Chu Ming used his voice to mask the sound of him tapping Morse code.

"Then listen up. I just checked. Twenty years ago, Tsujimura Isao framed his then-superior, Yamashiro Kenji, for dereliction of duty and sent him to prison. Fifteen years ago, the organization found him and offered to help him kill Yamashiro Kenji in prison in exchange for him working for the organization. He's been bullying people for years, and recently he even threatened the organization to help kill his son's current girlfriend. Hmph, does he think the organization is something he can summon and dismiss at will? The organization doesn't need him anymore. Now he's a burden to the organization. I've asked the boss to make sure he dies quickly and doesn't expose the organization's existence."

"Okay. Don't worry." — After all, there are three Death Summoners here!

Hanging up the phone, Chu Ming quickly caught up with the crowd ahead. He breathed a sigh of relief. Great, the magnetic field hadn't gone away. He desperately needed to replenish his 1.5 points; he wondered how many points a diplomat would have.

Chapter 36 As expected, the distillery's medicine had to be neutralized with alcohol.

As soon as she entered the gate, the butler greeted her: "Madam, you're back."

"Where is the master?" Tsujimura Kimie asked, stopping in his tracks.

"I think the master should be in his study; he hasn't come out yet. And who are these guests?"

“He is an old friend of mine, Mr. Mori, and his family.” Kimie Tsujimura glanced behind him.

"Oh, Mom, you're back?"

A soft, melodious voice rang out. Chu Ming clearly saw Tsujimura Kimie pause for a second, and before she could react, Mouri Kogoro suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ah, it's from the photo—"

Hattori Heiji, standing behind him, reacted swiftly with a practiced chokehold and gag.

Kimie Tsujimura pursed her lips, trying to control her emotions: "How did you end up here!"

Takayoshi Tsujimura put his arm around Kyoko Katsura's shoulder from behind: "I asked her to come. I noticed that Dad was reluctant to meet Kyoko, so I finally got him to agree and let Kyoko come."

"Are these your mother's guests?" Kyoko Katsura asked with a smile.

Kimie Tsujimura suddenly erupted, her nails digging into her palms: "Whether it's right or wrong, it has nothing to do with you. I don't think you have any right to call me 'Mom' now!"

She took a breath, ignored the somewhat sad Kyoko Katsuragi beside her, and said to Chu Ming and his group, "Let's go upstairs first."

Just as everyone was climbing the stairs, an old man came down from downstairs.

Chu Ming looked at the old man in front of him, who looked almost exactly like Director Ochiai, with surprise. What's going on? Is this Director Ochiai's brother?

While the old man was talking to Tsujimura Kimie, Chu Ming leaned down slightly and got closer to Conan: "Hey, Conan, have you noticed that this old man looks a lot like Director Ochiai?"

Conan was covered in cold sweat, and it seemed like he was 30% complete in transforming: "No way, it's completely different!"

Chu Ming looked up again to confirm, and it really did look very similar. Moreover, he shared the same love for art as Curator Ochiai. Looking at the large fish painting unfolded in the old man's hand, Chu Ming muttered to himself.

Kimie Tsujimura knocked gently on the door, but there was no response, so she took out her key and opened the door directly.

As soon as the door opened, a loud theatrical performance rang out, and behind a tall stack of books, Tsujimura Isao seemed to be fast asleep.

Chu Ming glanced around the room. There was no magnetic field on the ground, so it seemed that Tsujimura Isao was still alive.

"Seriously, I fell asleep with the music so loud. Honey, honey, wake up, honey—" Tsujimura Kimie complained as she walked over to Tsujimura Isao's side.

Hattori and Conan walked over to the speakers to turn down the volume, when they suddenly noticed that Chu Ming, who had been following behind, suddenly ran forward, lightly braced himself on the table, jumped over the large desk, and grabbed Tsujimura Kimie's hand.

Chu Ming planned to expose Tsujimura Kimie's trick directly, lest with so many detectives here, Tsujimura Kimie's method be seen through by the detectives and he end up kneeling, sighing, and lamenting, revealing information about some organization.

"What are you doing! Xiaolan, call the police and an ambulance!" As Chu Ming's voice rang out, Tsujimura Isao's body fell heavily to the ground.

Conan and Hattori were shocked and rushed forward. Hattori reached out and checked his pulse: "No, he's dead."

Conan ran to Chu Ming's side: "Brother Chu Ming, what happened?"

Chu Ming's face was full of indignation, but inside he was screaming like a groundhog: 1 points! Oh my god! This diplomat gave me 1 points!

"I just saw something reflective on her hand, and then she stabbed the deceased in the neck with that reflective thing!"

Conan and Hattori quickly searched the ground and, sure enough, found a silver needle gleaming in the distance, with a faint blue halo around its tip.

Conan was about to pick it up when he bumped into Hattori, who was also groping his way over.

Hattori grabbed Conan and tossed him into Ran's arms: "What's this brat doing here? How can you let a child see this stuff!"

Conan nestled in Ran's arms, clutching her clothes tightly. He looked speechless, but inside he was bubbling with joy.

Kimie Tsujimura collapsed to the ground. All the preparations she had made, including hiring a detective to provide an alibi, had been ruined by this kid who followed the detective!

Hattori Heiji pulled his hat back rather sullenly. The culprit had been caught red-handed, and there was none of the fun he usually had in outsmarting criminals when solving cases.

Just as the bored Hattori Heiji squatted down in front of Tsujimura Kimie, trying to find out her motives, Inspector Megure arrived, his voice preceding his arrival.

"Brother Mori, I heard you've caught the culprit? Oh, and who's this?"

Inspector Megure spotted a stranger mingling among a group of familiar faces at the crime scene.

Kogoro Mouri casually introduced him: "His name is Heiji Hattori, he is—"

Inspector Megure became excited: "Oh—it's you! You must be the son of Hattori Heizo, the current chief of the Osaka Police Department, who is currently in high school!"

Chu Ming looked up knowingly. Wasn't that the son of Inspector Megure's superior's superior's colleague? No wonder Inspector Megure was so excited.

Inspector Megure pulled Kogoro Mouri aside: "Hey, Kogoro, did you solve this case or did Hattori do it?"

Kogoro Mouri looked somewhat bewildered: "Neither, it was Chu Ming. He saw the murderer commit the crime..."

Inspector Megure breathed a slight sigh of relief and muttered under his breath, "That's good. Chu Ming is one of us from Kanto too. Hmph, Hattori Heiji is nothing special after all. This time, Tokyo still won the showdown between Tokyo and Osaka."

Chu Ming's ears twitched; his keen hearing allowed him to clearly hear Inspector Megure and Kogoro Mouri's loud, secret plot.

Do others know about the duel you organized without permission?

Although the case has been solved, it is, after all, the murder of a diplomat, and the scene needs to be carefully examined and documented. Therefore, the group cannot leave yet. While taking testimonies, Detective Mori casually asked a question.

"Mrs. Tsujimura, why did you kill your husband?"

Kimie Tsujimura lowered her head, tears streaming silently down her face. Knowing she couldn't frame her father-in-law, she thought that since she was going to jail, she should expose their crimes. So, after hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke.

“I hate him. Actually, Kyoko is my daughter with my ex-husband. Twenty years ago, my ex-husband, Kenji Yamashiro, was framed and imprisoned by Isao Tsujimura. Fifteen years ago, he died mysteriously in prison. If he hadn't seen Kiyoshi and Kyoko dating and gotten so angry that he let slip that he wanted to hire those black-clad assassins to kill Kyoko, I would never have known that he was the one who hired Yamashiro to kill her…”

A killer in black? In black?! Conan's eyes widened. Just as he was about to ask more questions, a sudden, intense pain swept through his body. He clutched his chest and cried out in pain.

Chu Ming quickly grabbed his body as he was falling and asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you have a cold? Why do you suddenly have chest pain?"

"I—that—black—" Conan felt his vision blurring, his heart throbbing with pain, large drops of sweat sliding onto the ground, and then he collapsed to the ground.

Inspector Megure quickly called for officers to call a doctor.

"He has a high fever, let him lie down first. Are there any empty rooms here?" Chu Ming picked up Conan, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, and turned to ask.

"Yes, I'll take you there." The butler stepped forward and gestured for Chu Ming to follow him. Xiao Lan thought for a moment and then hurriedly followed.

Because the records still needed Chu Ming's testimony as the person who exposed the case, Chu Ming didn't stay long. He settled Conan down and left the room. Before leaving, he glanced meaningfully at Conan, who had woken up and was suddenly sitting up in shock, breathing heavily and coughing. He knew that Conan's transformation progress bar was about to be completed.

So, the distillery's medicine really does need to be neutralized with alcohol? (o ωo )?

Chapter 37 I'm not this kind of person

After leaving Ran to take care of Conan, Chu Ming ran back to the study. Tsujimura Kimie had finished telling her story and asked Tsujimura Takayoshi to take good care of Kyoko.

But after going from lovers to bitter enemies, can the two still get along well?

After Inspector Megure finished taking notes, he prepared to leave. Chu Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If he had known that Tsujimura Isao was connected to the organization, he shouldn't have allowed Conan to drink in the first place.

"Is Conan here?" Ran asked, peeking in from the doorway.

Chu Ming's heart skipped a beat; it seemed Conan's main account had logged in.

Sure enough, Inspector Megure and the others came downstairs.

"Wait a minute—" a hoarse voice came.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ran turned around in shock, "Shinichi..."

She ran to Shinichi's side, staring at the man who had disappeared for several months with almost greedy eyes, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Where did you go! You left me with just one sentence at the amusement park and ran away. Do you know—do you know how worried I would be about you?! Do you... do you really have another girl...?" The last sentence was almost a murmur.

Shinichi Kudo smiled gently, not quite hearing the last sentence: "Silly girl, why are you crying—"

Immersed in the joy of regaining her lover and the anxiety of losing her again, Ran forgot why she came in the first place, and poor Conan was instantly forgotten.

Hattori Heiji's eyes lit up: "You're Kudo Shinichi? I'm here to challenge you! I—"

Seeing that Inspector Megure was about to leave, Shinichi Kudo comforted Ran slightly, ignored the chattering Hattori, and hurriedly called out to Inspector Megure.

"What's wrong, Brother Kudo?"

"I have something I'd like to ask Mrs. Tsujimura. How much do you know about the black-clad assassin that Tsujimura Isao hired? The case I'm currently investigating is related to him."

Kimie Tsujimura looked up, somewhat bewildered: "All I know is that Isao Tsujimura was very wary of them; in his words, those people were all desperados..."

"Anything else! Anything related!" Shinichi Kudo pressed anxiously.

"Let me think—I don't know if this is related, but the last time I heard Tsujimura Isao arguing with someone on the phone, he seemed to shout something like 'vodka,' which left a deep impression on me because it was the first time I'd heard of someone using a liquor name as their name."

The name of the liquor! Just like what Miss Yami said before! The people in the organization all use liquor as code names!!

Before Ran could ask any more questions, Shinichi Kudo suddenly knelt on the ground and coughed violently. Before she could react, Heiji Hattori rushed over: "Hey, Kudo, are you alright!"

Shinichi Kudo leaned against the bookshelf, looking somewhat weak: "I just have a bad cold, nothing serious."

"Hey, Kudo, what brings you here all of a sudden? You weren't actually spying on this place from the side, were you?"