Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

"Well, brother, once you're my brother, you're my father for life! What's wrong with wanting to let our father enjoy his old age? I just feel sorry for you! For the organization, countless days and nights you've left at dawn and returned at dusk. I don't know when, but your jet-black hair has turned into strands of silver, and wrinkles... well, no, anyway, the years have left deep marks on you. Ah~ dear brother, my old father... uh, no—ah, oh—"

Chu Ming spoke more and more fluently. All those excellent essays he memorized back then weren't for nothing; this was putting what he learned into practice.

Gin rolled up his sleeves. It was his mistake. Next time, he'd just gag him and beat him up.

Chu Ming remained motionless on the ground like a lump of mud. He had absorbed too much magnetic field, and even though Gin hadn't held back, his physical strength had increased, so he wouldn't be easily beaten into serious injury.

But it still hurts—

Gin tossed the car keys to Chu Ming, retaliating maliciously: "Get up and drive the car."

"No, I'm seriously injured and can't move—" Chu Ming said weakly, as if he was about to run out of breath.

Who gets beaten twice a day? Is that even scientifically possible?

Gin stared at him for a long time before bending down.

Chu Ming's eyes lit up, and he reached out to Gin to pull him along.

As a result, Gin grabbed his wrist with one hand and dragged him out like a dead dog.

???

No, this plot is wrong.

This is clearly Gin's way of dragging someone down!

He's not dead yet!!

"Big brother, there's a staircase ahead!!!! Aren't we taking the elevator?! Wait—"

Seeing that Gin was about to throw him off, Chu Ming grabbed Gin's hand tightly and wouldn't let go: "Big brother, I was wrong! It's my honor to drive for you—"

He gripped Gin's arm and slowly stood up like climbing a tree, still harboring wicked intentions. He glanced at Gin's back, imagining climbing onto it just like he had done with Bourbon.

Unfortunately, he had the desire to steal but not the courage.

He tentatively grabbed Gin's hand and slowly leaned his weight onto Gin. Seeing that Gin didn't object, his eyes lit up and he clung to Gin's hand. His legs were really weak; if he hadn't dodged quickly, he would probably be in the hospital with a cast on right now.

Gin noticed that Chu Ming's legs were indeed trembling, which is why he didn't throw Chu Ming downstairs.

Fearing that Chu Ming would drive them both to the Metropolitan Police Department while trembling, Gin decided to drive himself.

Leaning against the passenger seat, Chu Ming used his points to heal himself while secretly dozing off.

“Pisco has never seen your face. Put on your disguise.” Gin’s deep voice broke the silence.

Chu Ming wiped his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling, then rummaged through the gin cart and found the remaining disguise materials he had used earlier.

Having been taught by Yukiko before, and with the help of the system's points system, his disguise level is now quite high. He doesn't need to waste points just to see Pisco.

However, if you're going to use this face to meet Conan, it's safer to use points, since disguises can be torn off, while faces obtained through points won't.

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It snowed heavily this morning, and now the whole ground is covered in white.

Pisco is considered a veteran of the organization. Although Gin isn't particularly fond of him, Chu Ming is, after all, his successor, so it's necessary to introduce Chu Ming to the organization's inner workings.

Gin's frequent beatings of Chu Ming weren't simply for venting his anger. The leader of the future action team couldn't be a fighting novice, and real combat made it easier to master the skills.

After exchanging a few words with Pisco, Chu Ming followed Gin out.

"Pisco is a bit stingy. He sees us all doing so well, but he won't even invite us to stay for a meal."

"He's preparing for the assassination later; the boss assigned him this mission. Hmm? Why are the footprints next to the car so messy?"

Such tiny footprints, could they be Conan's? How can that kid be so reckless?

"What's wrong? They probably came over to admire your car because it's so rare."

Sigh, I do the most work, but drive the oldest car.

Low emotional intelligence: Outdated. High emotional intelligence: Rare.

Chu Ming nodded to himself, thinking that today was another day he had mastered speaking skills.

"Hmph, this German rain frog is quite famous." Gin said casually, a cigarette dangling from his lips, but a smile played on his lips.

Just as Gin was about to walk around to the driver's seat from the back, Chu Ming stopped him and eagerly opened the passenger door for him.

"Big brother, I'll drive! You rest!"

Just kidding, Conan and Sherry are probably crouching behind the car right now. If Gin were to walk over there...

Gin didn't argue with him and casually got into the passenger seat. Chu Ming, disguised, calmly prepared to walk around from the back of the car.

Looking down, I saw Conan innocently kneading a snowball on the ground behind the car, while Ai Haibara was huddled behind the car, hugging her legs and trembling. The two of them looked like two frightened hamsters.

Chu Ming didn't say anything. He glanced at them and walked past them to the driver's seat. "Hmph, I'll scare you to death. Two attempts to scare you haven't stopped your suicidal thoughts."

After the car drove away, Conan plopped down on the ground: "That was close... Haibara, do you know what this guy's code name is?"

"Never seen him before...maybe a new member."

Conan jumped into Professor Agasa's car and, wearing tracking glasses, directed him to follow.

Chu Ming was driving when Gin suddenly received a phone call, revealing that Pisco was going to kill someone at the Beihu Hotel at 6 PM three days later, with the time, people, and location all leaked.

Just as he hung up the phone, Gin suddenly noticed a long, brown hair next to his seat.

His hair was silver, Vodka's was black, Chu Ming's was brown, so this long, coffee-colored hair—

"Ah."

"Huh?" Chu Ming turned his head and saw Gin squinting at the brown hair in his hand, exuding murderous intent.

Oh my god, Shirley is losing hair again.

Gin reached into the car and rummaged around for a while before pulling out a piece of chewing gum.

"Uh, bro! Vodka spat chewing gum in your car!! I'll beat him up for you when we get back! But bro, it's a bit dirty, why don't you just throw it out..." Chu Ming said indignantly.

“…This is a transmitter and a bugging device.” Gin crushed the bugging device with two fingers. “Hmph, Sherry~ I didn’t expect you to deliver yourself to my door.”

Chu Ming held the steering wheel with one hand and handed over a piece of paper: "Emmm, bro, do you want to wipe your hands? This stuff came out of someone's mouth, ugh, it's kind of disgusting."

Gin's face darkened: "Stop the car up ahead."

Chu Ming obediently pulled over and parked the car. Gin got out to make a phone call, leaving Chu Ming in the car with the detector to check if there was anything else inside.

"Is there anything else?" Gin asked as he finished his call and came over.

Chu Ming shook his head: "No, apart from a hair and this chewing gum, there was nothing else."

Tsk, what a narrow-minded approach. What's the point of planting listening devices? Plant bombs instead!

Chu Ming, feeling sleepy while sucking on a lollipop

Chapter 127 What does Vodka's book have to do with me, Granburg?

"Save, don't save, save, don't save..."

Chu Ming lay on the edge of the bed, clutching at a leaf, torn between whether or not to save Pisco.

He should save her; he'd seen what Ai Haibara looked like as a child—she's a ticking time bomb. But if he didn't, the brewery would lose another bottle of real sake. He was hoping to become the organization's boss someday; if his strength kept getting weakened, being a figurehead boss wouldn't do him any good.

Yes, after what happened during the day, Chu Ming's wish has changed from trying to get to Gin's position to becoming the organization's boss.

The BOSS doesn't need to go out and work hard on missions. He can just eat and sleep, leaving all the missions to Gin. Once he becomes the BOSS, he can have Gin as his driver or punching bag... hehe.

Chu Ming casually tossed aside the branch in his hand and rolled over on the bed.

Putting everything else aside for now, the priority is to stop Ai Haibara from going there.

Chu Ming pulled his phone out from under the tangled blankets and pillows and dialed Ai Haibara's number.

"Hello?" Ai Haibara's cool voice rang out.

Is Conan next to you?

Ai Haibara paused for a moment: "He's not here. You need to see him?"

"No, I just wanted to make sure this unstable factor wasn't near you. Did you guys run into Gin today?"

Ai Haibara's pupils dilated in shock: "Gin found me?"

"No, there's no need to be so paranoid. A new member of the organization saw you. He used to be an outer member, and we got along quite well. He told me that there were two little kids playing behind Gin's car, not afraid that they might get run over if he reversed. As soon as I heard the description, I guessed it was you."

Ai Haibara relaxed slightly: "Then Gin—"

"He doesn't know that no one will care about two little kids, but Conan probably planted a bug in the car. You must remember that Conan can go there because no one knows what he looked like when he was a child, but you are different. You grew up in the organization, and many people have seen what you looked like when you were a child. Don't walk into a trap."

Ai Haibara nodded, then suddenly realized she was on the phone: "I understand."

Chu Ming hung up the phone with relief. He just needed to keep an eye on Conan the day after tomorrow, and if all else failed, he could use physical means to make him leave. Perfect.

There are still two days left—let's update his novel first, and as for whether or not to save Pisco, we'll see how things go!

Normally, when he opens the dark web, there are a bunch of comments waiting for him, but this time there were only a few.

"Wow, that's exciting! I knew returning to China was the right choice."

"You're finished once I find out who you are."

"The plot is full of twists and turns, and everyone is a villain. I love it."

"Author, I'll say it again: welcome to the intelligence team! I'll certainly treat you well. If you don't want to come, that's fine too; I'll have someone invite you over soon. ^_^"