I'm writing a novel in Ming Ke, if you mess with me, you'll be the heroine

As usual, Gin held a cigarette in his mouth, refused Vodka's company, and sat in the Porsche waiting for Chu Ming to arrive.

The passenger door was opened. Gin frowned as he looked at Vodka who was about to sit down. He quickly pulled out a gun and pointed it at him, saying in a deep voice: "I think I said you don't have to follow me, you——"

Before he finished speaking, he looked at the "Vodka" in front of him and showed a smile that was totally inconsistent with his image, looking particularly shifty: "Brother, it's me! My disguise is okay, right? Isn't it super-resembling~"

The hand holding the gun was shaking slightly.

Gin clenched the gun in his hand, using all his willpower to prevent himself from pulling the trigger, and almost squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "What the hell is this?"

"Vodka" - that is, the disguised Chu Ming, shook his head and said proudly: "I am a college student with a good family background. What if I am seen doing something bad by someone I know? This trick is called deceiving the world and making the fake look real~"

Gin wanted to poke the gun into Chu Ming's brain to release the water inside. He ignored Chu Ming and turned around to start the car.

"Wow, how can I be so worthy as to have big brother drive for me personally? I'm really so touched." Chu Mingbang read out these words like an aria.

Seeing that Gin ignored him, Chu Ming continued: "Brother, the seat I am sitting in now belongs to Vodka. If he knew that I was sitting in the passenger seat of your brother and asked him to drive for me, Vodka would not be angry, right? But I——"

Gin, who was no longer able to endure it, spoke with a chill in his voice: "If you don't shut up, we're going to get out of the car and fight now."

The chattering sound stopped abruptly. Chu Ming used his hands to make a zipper-like motion on his mouth and sat still obediently.

Alas, my brother will never know how much effort I put into making him happy early in the morning, he only knows how to be mean to me.

Gin parked the car at the Shinkansen parking lot and motioned for Chu Ming to take the suitcase on the back seat: "Handle it with care, don't blow yourself up by accident."

Chu Ming carefully used two fingers to pinch out the box. Seeing Gin's death ray sweeping towards him, he quickly took the box and put on the simple and honest expression that Vodka often used, and straightened his face: "Brother, let's go. But can this thing pass the security check?"

Gin looked at his familiar subordinates and looked away with an angry look on his face: "The organization will arrange it, just go in."

Sure enough, he followed Gin's footsteps and walked in unimpeded, ready to sit down.

"Ding", the door opened. Chu Ming looked down from above and saw a little detective standing at the door, who was obviously stunned. He couldn't hide the shrinking and shock in his eyes. Before Gin noticed the little guy under his feet, Chu Ming picked him up and put him aside for the sake of future magnetic field fragments: "Little boy, a good dog doesn't block the road, get out of the way."

Chu Ming met Gin's eyes and straightened his chest. He gave him a proud look with an expression that said, "I'm proud of my brother for clearing the way for me."

Gin ignored his younger brother who was acting crazy again and walked straight to his seat and sat down.

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Conan returned to his seat and glanced back quietly. The two men in black were sitting not far behind him. They seemed to be talking about something, but it was completely inaudible. Oh, the bug that the doctor made for me! I have to find a way to pass the bug over. I must find out the identities of these people. As long as I can get the drug that shrinks me, I can recover! When I recover my identity, I will bring these people to justice!

Conan, who was dreaming, noticed that the two men in black got up from their seats and walked out. Hmm? Where were they going?

Conan immediately turned around and chased after him.

In the restaurant on the second floor, Gin went in and found a seat by the window to sit down. Chu Ming looked around, trying to see who was the one who came to trade, but Gin pushed him down on the seat and gave him a warning look: "Be careful when trading later, if you lose your mind again, hum——"

Well, the more unfinished the words are, the more threatening they are, so Chu Ming just sat down obediently.

After a while, a short-haired woman wearing high heels came over with a suitcase. She came to their table with a clear purpose, put down the suitcase and whispered, "The money is here. Where is the thing I want?"

Gin motioned Chu Ming to hand over the suitcase and said, "Here is the suitcase. To ensure the safety of the transaction, call me at 3:10 to confirm the password of the suitcase."

The woman left with a serious face, holding the suitcase. Chu Ming pestered Gin to stay in the restaurant for a while and had lunch. Then he followed Gin back with satisfaction.

As soon as I got to my seat, I found that the ashtray on the armrest had been moved. Conan must have already placed the bug.

But because he had to maintain his personal image, he couldn't pretend not to see it and arouse suspicion, so he frowned slightly and looked at the handrail carefully: "Brother, the ashtray seems to have been moved."

Conan, who was eavesdropping from a distance, was almost scared to death, because Chu Ming had gained the largest amount of emotion points so far: 980 points.

Wow, it seems that next time I have to bring Gin to Conan more often within a safe range. This sheep is too fat, I would be sorry to myself if I don’t pull him.

Gin's hand was ready to reach into his arms, but after all, it was not appropriate to make big movements on the Shinkansen. He raised his chin slightly, motioning Chu Ming to take out the ashtray. Chu Ming opened it and relaxed a little: "I don't know who spit out the gum. Damn, he has no sense of public morality. Can't he spit in the ashtray at his seat?"

Gin didn't care anymore, and Chu Ming began to send information to Conan. Although many people were definitely excited after the Shinkansen was bombed, in order to adhere to the strategy of sustainable development, Conan could not be buried here, otherwise he would be as stupid as the farmer who killed the chicken that laid the golden eggs.

For a better future, Chu Ming still extended his hand to Conan.

"Brother, do you usually have such an easy time doing missions? Just by saying a few words and sending a suitcase, you can get 400 million. What's in it?"

Seeing that Chu Ming did not make any mistakes during the transaction, Gin still spoke up politely: "This is valuable information. With this, they can earn more than 4 million."

"Then why don't we do it ourselves? Rum is obviously very idle recently, so give him something to do~" I'm giving you some code information for free, so little detective, hurry up and say thank you to Chu Ming.

"Do you think it's real intelligence? She is no longer of any use to the organization. The bag is filled with bombs."

"No wonder my elder brother told me to be gentle with him before—"My elder brother is so good to me~

Gin's murderous intent was boiling, and his malice was about to overflow: "When it's 3:10, she will press the starter unconsciously, and in 10 seconds——"

Chu Ming's eyes lit up as he imagined the ground filled with magnetic fields. He couldn't help but reply, "With a bang, the entire Shinkansen will explode into ashes—" Unfortunately, with Conan here, he won't be able to see this scene.

"Ashes!!!!" Conan, who was eavesdropping on the side, couldn't help but shout out.

Gin and Chu Ming looked at him with serious expressions.

Conan thought to himself that this was not good, and quickly stammered to make excuses: "Plane! I just saw a plane~~ Sister Xiaolan, look, it's in the sky~"

Gin withdrew his gaze and sneered, "Boring kid. We've arrived at Nagoya, get off the bus."

Chu Ming glanced at Conan with regret. It was a pity that he couldn't take part in this case, but no one died in the end, so it didn't matter if he missed out on the fun.