Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Zhang Tianzhengji's words caught in his throat: "Is this—"

"If it's possible, we'll make a deal; if not, forget it." Chu Ming didn't have that much time to chat and argue with a good-for-nothing who was destined to die. Wouldn't it be better to use that time to squeeze some emotional value out of Bourbon?

"Okay, then tomorrow! We'll make the deal tomorrow!" Zhang Tianzheng was afraid that things might change if he delayed.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Mr. Zhang Tian. I hope you really keep your mouth shut as you promised. Otherwise—"

Chu Ming's eyes, filled with murderous intent, stared intently at him, making him tremble. He forced a smile and said, "Of course, I—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Ming waved his hand and said, "Do as you please. It's fine if you can't keep your mouth shut, as long as you can afford the price."

Ignoring Zhang Tianzhengji, Chu Ming put his hand on Amuro Tooru's shoulder and forcibly pulled him towards the movie theater.

"Bourbon, learn to relax. It's such a wonderful time; do tasks while having fun, how enjoyable!"

Chu Ming patted Amuro Tooru's back generously and forcefully: "Don't worry, it's your big brother's treat, don't worry about the cost! But I hope you'll remember to address me differently in the future. You've seen how Vodka and Gin get along, right? From now on, you're my Vodka!"

As he spoke, Chu Ming paid for two tickets out of his own pocket and led Amuro Tooru into the theater.

"...No, I can't accept that." Amuro Tooru was moved but declined.

"If Big Brother says you deserve it, then you deserve it. Hurry up and call him!" Chu Ming leaned over expectantly.

Seeing that Bourbon remained unmoved, Chu Ming's expression immediately changed.

"You don't even want to call me 'Big Brother,' you're not really an undercover agent, are you?"

"...Is there any connection between the two?"

"Of course I am. If Vodka ever stops calling Gin 'Big Brother,' I'll definitely suspect him too! Bourbon, I already know you're an undercover agent, but as long as you're willing to call me 'Big Brother,' I'll take the blame for you." Chu Ming said, looking like a righteous and chivalrous man.

Amuro Tooru's heart tightened, but his face remained expressionless: "Oh, then tell me, which place am I an undercover agent for?"

"FBI! If you don't call me now, I'll Photoshop a wedding photo of you and Shuichi Akai right now—I mean, a photo of you together, Bourbon. You don't want me to report your collusion with Shuichi Akai to the organization, do you?"

How can there be such shameless people in the world who create evidence when there is none?

Bourbon endured it all, but finally chose to give in. Even if he was recognized as an undercover agent, he absolutely could not be associated with Shuichi Akai!

However, this move seems familiar.

"Big Brother—" Bourbon smiled gently, but anyone could see the murderous intent hidden in his smile.

"Hey!! Good little brother, don't worry, you and Shuichi Akai are completely innocent. Next time, I'll take you to snipe him!"

Amuro Tooru, taking advantage of the darkness in the theater, practically rolled his eyes to the sky.

“Bourbon, I have to remind you of something.”

"?What."

"Even though it's dark here, have you ever thought about how obvious it is when someone as dark-skinned as you rolls their eyes—"

"Then let me remind you of something."

"Oh? Do you have a secret to tell me?"

"You can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them. What did you see on my face?"

"Uh—dark circles under your eyes that are even darker than your skin."

Chapter 137 The organization doesn't have people this bored.

While Amuro Tooru and Chu Ming were bickering quietly, Ai Haibara, sitting in the front row, widened her eyes the moment they entered and couldn't help but tug at Conan's clothes.

"Yes, it's them, they're from the organization... I can feel their presence..." Her face gradually turned pale, and she wished she could curl up in the chair.

"Haibara, what's wrong? Is it too cold? The air conditioning here is definitely a bit too cold." Mitsuhiko turned around and asked with concern.

Ai Haibara remained silent and dared not look back. Conan, relying on the fact that no one recognized him as a child, stood up and looked back using the light from the big screen. He discovered that three or four rows behind them, the two members of the organization were sitting there!

—That man who looks like a smiling tiger and that dark-skinned guy!

The two of them stared intently at the big screen... Did that organization also have people who liked watching children's movies?

Conan sat back down and said to Ai Haibara in a barely audible voice, "It's okay, they seem to be here to watch a movie."

Ai Haibara also managed to control herself slightly: "Impossible, they must have some kind of mission. The organization wouldn't have people who are so bored."

After thinking for a moment, she added, "It's possible if one person comes to the movie, but two men coming to the movie must mean they have a mission! But you absolutely mustn't do anything rash!"

Ai Haibara saw through Conan's restless thoughts and gestured for him to look at the children next to him. Conan's mind gradually calmed down.

Chu Ming also noticed Conan peeking out in their direction. Wait, isn't today Tuesday? Doesn't he have class? A whole bunch of kids skipping school?

However, Chu Ming didn't have much time to care about Conan at the moment. He suddenly felt a magnetic field being drawn to him by the system.

Huh? Whose magnetic field is this?

Chu Ming glanced back in surprise. His excellent night vision allowed him to see clearly that the person being hung from the beam of the movie theater was none other than Zhang Tianzhengci.

Chu Ming reached out and poked Amuro Tooru, who was focused on finding his childhood memories: "Bourbon, look behind you, are those people you hired? Are they that fast?"

Amuro Tooru looked bewildered: "What, the people I hired?"

He turned his head and saw Zhang Tianzhengci hanging on the projection window, swaying back and forth.

At this moment, his shadow was also imprinted on the big screen. Conan's eyes widened, and the first thing he did upon seeing the corpse was to look in the direction of Chu Ming and Amuro Tooru, but the two of them were also looking back with puzzled eyes.

"Could it be that they were the two who killed him?" Conan muttered to himself.

Inspector Megure arrived at the scene quickly and sealed off the entire movie theater.

Seeing this, Chu Ming secretly put the stack of documents he had just taken from Zhang Tianzhengji into his backpack. He and Amuro Tooru were sitting quietly in place, waiting for the police to question them.

“Inspector Megure, I asked the woman selling popcorn at the entrance. At the time of the incident, the only people in the entire movie theater were these five children, the two gentlemen who came with them, the man with the camera, and the three employees of the movie theater.”

Inspector Megure nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, Takagi-kun."

Then Inspector Megure turned to the crowd: "The deceased, Masatsugu Nagata, was the owner of a nearby real estate agency, and he also bought this movie theater. Did he come here often?"

The cinema manager nodded: "Yes, he comes here often, but not to watch movies, but to cause trouble for the moviegoers."

"That's right. He often sits under the projection window smoking, which seriously affects the audience's movie-watching experience, and he won't listen to us even after we've told him to."

"He also frequently gets into conflicts with a group of thugs, whom he hired! They're there to sabotage the movie theater's business!"

Chu Ming couldn't help but interject, "So he's hanging himself up there to ruin the audience's experience? Is he that dedicated?"

Chu Ming thought of adjectives for a long time.

Amuro Tooru couldn't help but pull Chu Ming back: "Don't talk nonsense."

Glenn Burch should be keeping a low profile right now, with the police cornering him in the movie theater, so why is he still acting so cocky?

Inspector Megure glanced at Chu Ming and Amuro Tooru: "Now that we know the identities of the people here, would you two be willing to share your basic information?"

Amuro Tooru gave a fake smile: "My name is Amuro Tooru, and I own a detective agency. This is my friend, Matsutake Yusuke. We're here to relive our childhoods, so we bought tickets to see Gomera."

Chu Ming nodded in agreement: "He's right."

Inspector Megure frowned: "It's a last-minute decision."

Then there should be no suspicion.

He turned his head and continued to ask about the time of the incident. Mr. Ide, who was holding a video camera, accurately reported the time: "12:44."

He even produced photos taken with his own camera as evidence.

Conan leaned over to take a look at the photo and noticed something was off: "Huh? That's strange. These two older brothers seem to have been looking behind us before the body even appeared. What were they looking at?"

Inspector Megure examined the photo closely and, sure enough, the camera showed that Chu Ming and Amuro Tooru had already been looking back before 12:44.

"Mr. Shochiku, Mr. Amuro! Please explain!"

"Because I felt a chill behind me, I turned around and took a look. At that time, someone was hanging something up behind me. I even called out to Amuro Tooru, 'Let's see what it is!'"

"What! Not suicide?" Inspector Megure was somewhat surprised.

"No, now that I think about it, the person who hung the thing up looks a bit like Mr. Guqiao." Chu Ming lazily nestled in his chair. "He must have killed Mr. Zhang Tian and then hung the body up there. I wonder how he managed to prevent the body from showing up prematurely."

Inspector Megure pressed further, "So what method did you use?"

"That's your job as police. I'm just stating what I saw. Isn't finding evidence and investigating methods what you police are supposed to do?"

Chu Ming leaned back in his chair, casually fiddling with his fingers. In the flickering light and shadow, he appeared aloof and cold, even the usual smile on his face had disappeared.

Chapter 138 Does he look like Brother Chu Ming?

Inspector Megure blushed slightly at her words: "Y-yes, you're right—"

Gu Qiao was furious: "What do you mean 'I'? I stayed in the screening room the whole time and didn't come out. There are witnesses to that! You can't just assume I'm the murderer because he accused me for no reason, can you? I'd say he's the murderer then!"

"But Mr. Ide also filmed it. From the beginning of the movie until the shadow appeared during the screening, my companion and I sat here without moving. What, do you think I killed someone with my mind?" Chu Ming said sarcastically. "If you want to drag someone down, find someone else."

Conan frowned. This Matsutake Yusuke sounded so familiar.

He looks just like—Brother Chu Ming!

No, no, no, it won’t.

Conan felt inexplicably flustered. "Impossible. If Chu Ming is one of their people, then my and Haibara's identities should have been exposed long ago."

However... once you have doubts about something, the more you look at it, the more likely it seems to be true.

Ai Haibara noticed Conan's sudden restlessness and tugged at his clothes: "What's wrong?"

"That guy named Matsutake Yusuke, do you think... he looks like...?"