Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

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He couldn't help but cry out in his heart.

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Chapter 153 Invitation

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Chu Ming followed Gin out of the training ground, dejected.

Behind the two, Vodka lay on the ground with a bruised and swollen face, his sunglasses falling off his ears, his eyes filled with utter despair.

Gin, who had just sparred with his two underlings, was smoking with a refreshed expression, feeling as if all the recent stress had disappeared.

Chu Ming secretly glanced at Vodka's miserable state and quietly made the sign of the cross on him.

Thank you for your courage in taking the lead. God will bless you, Amen.

Vermouth remained seated on the sofa, and when she saw Chu Ming emerge unharmed following Gin, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Gin, have you regressed or has Chu Ming improved? I remember before I went abroad, you guys weren't like this after you went to the training ground."

Vermouth clearly remembered that before she went to America, every time Gin brought Chu Ming into the training ground, he would walk out the door like a lone wolf, leaving Chu Ming lying there like a dead dog.

—Yes, the vodka of today is the same Chu Ming of yesterday.

In just a few years, Chu Ming has actually managed to walk out of the industry with great spirits?

Upon hearing this, Chu Ming staggered a few steps, accurately aimed at the sofa, and fell down, landing right next to Vermouth.

"Sister, sister, I... I'm dying! I've suffered severe internal injuries, cough cough—I suspect I might not make it through this... cough cough... winter! You have to help me get revenge—ah—"

Chu Ming's outstretched hand tilted and fell back down, his chest remaining completely still.

Thinking about it, she felt that playing dead wasn't enough, so she opened her eyes again: "Sister, if the BOSS asks about the specifics, you must tell him that my brother had his reasons, that he didn't mean to kill me, that he was probably just confused for a moment..."

Seeing Gin's sinister smile return, Chu Ming decisively shut his mouth, scrambled to his feet, and shrank behind Vermouth: "Sister, look at him! I was pleading for him, but he's so fierce and rude QAQ"

Gin couldn't bring himself to play the game of tag with Chu Ming across Vermouth, but—this bastard really had no right to speak.

Looking at Vermouth's slender yet surprisingly reassuring back, Chu Ming stealthily peeked out from her shoulder.

Gin left first, wanting to avoid seeing it.

Chu Ming breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister, it's so good to have you~"

Vermouth reached out and lifted Chu Ming's chin with her finger, then subconsciously scratched it.

What are you doing? Playing with the cat?

Chu Ming, who had expected to be teased and was prepared to use his body, was completely bewildered.

Vermouth was momentarily stunned by her own subconscious reaction, then she pulled out an invitation from her side.

"Teiji Moriya sent me an invitation a while ago. I've been busy with some work lately and don't have much time. How about I let you go and relax?"

Getting down to business, Chu Ming sat up on the sofa, opened the invitation, and looked at it carefully.

"Teiji Moriya? That name sounds familiar. Isn't he that famous architect? Why would he invite my sister over?"

"It's that architect. He hosts banquets, and whether I go or not, he always sends me a ticket. After all, my sister has been in America for so many years, and she's not just doing this for nothing. But be careful when you go. It seems he secretly contacted the organization to buy bombs before, but the organization didn't have much explosives in Japan recently, so they didn't agree to the deal."

"Okay, I'll be careful. Does Moriya Teiji know that my sister is a member of the organization?" Chu Ming pondered. If he knew, he wouldn't be able to use his face anymore.

Vermouth gave a charming smile, stood up, and tidied her hair. "Of course I don't know. I mainly wanted you to relax. Just keep an eye on things while you're at it. Okay, I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, she blew Chu Ming a kiss, then turned and left.

"Teiji Moriya..." Chu Ming pondered softly in his room, holding the invitation.

Chu Ming actually knew this name; he was a strange old man with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In order to destroy his own asymmetrical building, he stole the Japanese gunpowder depot.

It almost led to the finale of Detective Conan. After all, if Ran hadn't been so lucky and hadn't cut the red thread, both Ran and Conan would have been blown up there.

Strictly speaking, Conan could be considered his accomplice, since it was Conan who helped him crack the code to enter the gunpowder depot.

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"Brother Chu Ming, over here."

Xiao Lan stood in front of the table and saw Chu Ming walking in with an invitation from afar. She waved to him.

Last night, Conan called Chu Ming to invite him to the banquet, but Chu Ming said he had his own way to get in and they could meet at the banquet later.

Conan looked at the invitation in Chu Ming's hand and couldn't help but tug at his clothes: "Brother Chu Ming, whose invitation did you use?"

Chu Ming casually stuffed the invitation into his pocket: "A big star I know~ She received the invitation but was too busy, so she asked me to attend in her place."

Seeing that Conan still wanted to ask, Chu Ming casually picked up a cookie from the table and stuffed it into his mouth: "Are you hungry? Eat more."

Conan, his mouth stuffed with cookies, secretly rolled his eyes at Chu Ming before taking another bite.

After chatting with Kogoro Mouri for a long time, Teiji Moriya finally revealed his purpose.

"Detective Mori, I've heard that a great detective like you must be very good at solving puzzles, right? I have a puzzle here. It involves my friends and is about deducing the login password for a computer company that three people jointly run. If you're Mr. Mori, you certainly won't have any problems with it."

Ignoring the whispers and shocked looks around him, Kogoro Mouri straightened his collar and said confidently, "Of course, please give me the question."

Teiji Moriya took out several sheets of paper from his pocket and handed them out to everyone present: "The password is a word that the three of them share, consisting of five hiragana characters. Everyone, give it a try."

Chu Ming looked at the note in his hand:

"Oyamada Riki (Type A), Birthday: October 31, Showa 10;

Sora (Type B), birthday: June, 1943;

This is a second-generation (Type O) individual, born in January of Showa 33 (1).

Chapter 154 is stuck inside.

I never imagined that Japan also had the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

Showa 31 was the Year of the Monkey, Showa 32 was the Year of the Rooster, and Showa 33 was the Year of the Dog.

In Japanese, 申 (sāru) means monkey, 酉 (tori) means bird, and 戌 (inu) means dog. In Japanese folklore, monkeys, birds, and dogs are all Momotaro's companions, so the answer to the riddle is—

"—It's Momotaro!" Conan raised his hand, his face beaming with pride. "Their zodiac sign happens to be Momotaro's sidekick!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Moriya Teiji's eyes: "You got it right, kid. That's amazing!"

The people around him applauded for Conan, but Kogoro Mouri crumpled the paper into a ball with a sad expression.

"As a reward, I'll invite Conan to visit my exhibition hall~ Ran can come along too."

Teiji Moriya wanted to deal with Shinichi Kudo, so he wanted to get some information from Ran first.

Conan glanced at Chu Ming, then turned to ask Moriya Teiji if Chu Ming could come along.

Chu Ming waved his hand at him: "You and Xiao Lan go in. Mr. Moriya's cooking is really great. These cookies are so delicious."

If he doesn't eat now, he won't get to eat next time he's in jail.

Seeing that Chu Ming wasn't interested, Conan stopped pressuring him.

After the two of them finished their visit, Conan made an excuse to go to Professor Agasa's house and got into Chu Ming's car.

"What should I do, Brother Chu Ming? Xiao Lan said she wanted to celebrate my birthday with me!"

Chu understood and glanced at him: "Shuo Versailles, huh? Just go along with it, why are you showing off to me?"

"No, Brother Chu Ming, I mean she wants to celebrate Shinichi Kudo's birthday and she wants me to go to a midnight movie with her next week! What am I going to do!"

"When? Where to go to see it? I'll be the light bulb—I'll go see the excitement."

"Three days from now, at 10 PM, at the Mihua Cinema near the Mihua City Building—no, Brother Chuming, I need you to help me think of a way!"

"Then just refuse her. Just say you have something to do that day and can't come right away."

Conan sighed and slumped back in his chair: "There's nothing I can do. I can't bear to say anything when I see her looking forward to flipping through the calendar every day. Sigh, what should I do!"

"Then go see Professor Agasa. Either ask him if there's any progress on Haibara's antidote, or ask him if he can make you a lifelike robot?"

Conan's eyes lit up: "Right, right, Brother Chu Ming, you can just drop me off at Professor Agasa's doorstep."

Watching Conan's carefree figure disappear into the distance, Chu Ming popped a lollipop into his mouth.

Not bad, it's lychee flavored.

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"Holy crap, what was that thing that darted past? It looked like a blue mouse."