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

"It's so late. What's the urgent matter? Why are you in such a hurry? You have to drive out in the middle of the night?" Kogoro Mouri sat in the middle of the living room with a rare serious expression, and the three judges held a trial.

Chu Ming tried to pass the buck: "In the middle of the night, Conan took a bottle filled with water and splashed it at me to wake me up. He said he was going out for an adventure that night and asked if I wanted to go with him. I couldn't stop him from going. And I couldn't let him go out to play alone, so I had to follow him. At least I would be safer by his side and could persuade him to come back early."

As Chu Ming said this, he took out the evidence he had confiscated earlier from his pocket.

——It was the small bottle that Conan had taken back earlier.

Xiaolan looked at Conan with disapproval. She had indeed seen Conan filling the bottle with water before, but she didn't know why Conan filled it with water at that time. Now she finally understood that it was for a prank! But she didn't expect Conan to harass Chu Ming in the middle of the night: "Conan, how can you be so naughty!"

Conan opened his mouth, wanting to say that Chu Ming was talking nonsense, but he couldn't say clearly that he went there to investigate a case. He couldn't think of any excuse for a moment, so he closed his mouth in a daze, lowered his head and let Xiaolan scold him.

Maori Kogoro stood up, clenched his iron fist of justice, and smashed it on Conan's head with a "bang". A big bump instantly appeared on his head: "Humph, Xiaolan, don't waste your saliva, this kid has to be beaten!"

Conan wrinkled his face, covered the freshly baked bump on his head with a groan, squatted down with a wronged look, and then secretly looked at Chu Ming's indifferent look, and felt extremely aggrieved in an instant.

If only he was still Kudo Shinichi, this kid’s body is really inconvenient.

"Brother Chu Ming, where did you go just now? You even drove. Next time this happens, just wake me up and I will talk to him." Xiaolan felt a little distressed, and she went forward to pick up Conan helplessly, then turned to ask Chu Ming.

"I went to Mr. Akashi's house." Chu Ming did not hide it. After all, it couldn't be hidden. They were handling the case in the name of Mouri Kogoro, and Yamamura So would definitely call Mouri Kogoro later.

"What are you doing there?" Maori Kogoro was also a little confused. "You two went to see a corpse in the middle of the night?"

..." I always felt that after Maori Kogoro said this, Conan and I were like two perverts. "I accidentally told Conan before that there was something wrong with this suicide case, so Conan didn't want me to take him to take a look."

"What's wrong? Didn't that old man commit suicide?" Xiaolan widened her eyes.

"No, it was a suicide scene faked by Mr. Akashi Hiroto." Chu Ming sighed softly, "When we went there, Officer Yamamura hadn't yet resigned, so we helped him solve the case."

Maori Kogoro felt his hands itching again. He knew he couldn't beat Chu Ming, so he kept looking at Conan: "This brat always likes to run around at the crime scene! This time he even instigated your brother Chu Ming to follow you in making trouble. If you do it again, I won't let you off!"

Conan nodded obediently.

Only then did Kogoro Mouri ask what other doubts there were in this case. Conan picked out and recounted what had just happened, clearing himself from the matter and putting all the credit on Chu Ming.

"This is too pitiful..." Xiaolan pursed her lips and sighed. It was unclear whether she was feeling pity for the victim who was dying in despair, or for Akashi Hiroto who was blinded by hatred, or both.

There was silence in the living room for a long while, only the sound of the wind outside whistling against the window frame.

In the end, it was Kogoro Mouri who yawned first and waved his hand for everyone to go to rest as they had to go back early the next morning as there was a TV show that needed his help.

I don’t know which program crew is so brave that they dare to summon the god of death to make a guest appearance. Aren’t they afraid that the program will fail?

The next morning, Chu Ming got up early because everyone was woken up last night and did not sleep well, so even though it was already seven o'clock, everyone was still sleeping soundly in bed.

Chu Ming quietly opened Conan's door, shook the bottle in his hand, and put on a happy smile.

He is such a good and honest man. He will never be absent when he is called in the morning for service.

"Ah, it's raining!" Conan jumped up from the bed, hugged the quilt and stood on the bed blankly. The moment he saw Chu Ming, his eyes widened, "Brother Chu Ming? What are you doing--?"

Chu Ming put his hand down, looking innocent: "I called you to get up, it's seven o'clock, you can get up and exercise."

"...Brother Chu Ming, don't hide. I saw the bottle in your hand." Conan stared at the small piece of the bottle that looked particularly familiar in Chu Ming's hand with a resentful look.

Chu Ming put the bottle back into Conan's hand and said earnestly: "Your vigilance is too poor. I am just helping you train. You're welcome."

"Thank you so much!" Conan gritted his teeth and pinched the bottle in his hand, wishing he could smash it on Chu Ming's face.

"Come on, take your equipment and go wake them up!" Chu Ming secretly urged Conan, "Go wake up Uncle Maori first!"

Conan looked at Chu Ming, his eyes rolling around: "Okay, let's go, brother Chu Ming, I don't dare, you take the lead? Anyway, uncle won't beat you."

Chu Ming took the bottle from him, smiling: "Come on, Brother Chu Ming will take you to provide wake-up service."

Also sneaking into Mouri Kogoro's room, Chu Ming and Conan went in like two little mice. Chu Ming pointed the bottle at Mouri Kogoro's face and grabbed Conan from behind as if he had eyes, who tried to escape alone and let Chu Ming take the responsibility alone. He stuffed the bottle into Conan's hand, pushed him to the bed, turned around and ran out of the room like the wind. He also considerately helped Conan close the door, ensuring that Mouri Kogoro could only see Conan when he opened his eyes.

Conan was left holding the evidence, looking at Maori Kogoro, who seemed to be burning with raging fire, and twitched his mouth: "Uncle, um, if I say that it was Chu Ming who did it... do you believe it?"

"Hehe, why don't you say that he was the one who stuffed the bottle into your hand!" Kogoro Mouri sneered.

"Uncle, how did you know? It's really true—ah—"

"You little brat, you didn't get enough of a lesson yesterday, did you? You started playing this again today?!!!"

……

Chu Ming munched on the bread brought to him by the villa's housekeeper and ate his breakfast happily.

In the quiet morning, only Conan's screams are particularly pleasant to the ear~