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

Gin heard the rejection again and his face darkened: "Why, you've been with them for a long time and have developed feelings for them?"

"It's not that emotional, it's mainly because I don't want to do it myself, how about letting Bo Ben do it?" Chu Ming leaned weakly on the railing, "I'm a patient now, can you bear to let me, a wounded soldier, go into battle?"

When Vermouth saw that Chu Ming and Gin had sentenced Mouri Kogoro to death in their conversation, she suddenly became anxious. She looked at Chu Ming with a slightly anxious look, obviously hoping that Chu Ming could help her save Mouri Kogoro.

Chu Ming raised his eyes and met hers. After a moment, he looked away as if nothing had happened.

Vermouth was obviously too concerned and confused. She couldn't grasp the main point at all. There was Conan's fingerprint in the chewing gum on Gin's hand. Once it was confirmed, the fact that he was Kudo Shinichi could no longer be concealed.

She is still obsessed with Gin's idea of ​​sending someone to kill Mouri Kogoro, and she doesn't think about the fact that when the truth is revealed, no one will be able to escape, not only Mouri Kogoro, but also Conan and Ran.

However, he himself must be fine now.

When he first came through, he was still a small follower in the organization, so he chose to get close to Conan. In this way, if the organization was wiped out, at least he, who joined the protagonist group, would be safe.

He had chosen to help Conan conceal the organization before because if Conan was exposed, he, as a member who had always been by Conan's side, would definitely be suspected by Gin.

But now - even if Conan and Haibara Ai's identities are exposed, Gin will not do anything to him.

So he was not worried at all about Conan's identity being exposed.

Gin glanced at the Maori Detective Agency, heard the sirens in the distance, and snorted coldly: "Retreat first."

"But, aren't we going to kill the detective?" Chianti was unhappy about his failure and obviously wanted to get back at the culprit.

"Don't worry, the police are here, retreat first." Gin was very calm, "There are plenty of opportunities to kill him."

After Gin said this, Vodka and his companions quickly began to retreat, clearing away all traces left behind.

On the way back, Gin said to Vermouth in a cold voice: "If you don't have a reasonable explanation for this matter, I will report it directly to the boss."

Obviously, although Chu Ming was just joking, Gin clearly did not forget Vermouth's protection of Mouri Kogoro.

Vermouth crossed her legs, paused her hands that were stirring her curly hair, and chuckled: "Ala, didn't you guess it all? Why are you still asking me?"

Gin's face turned dark, obviously unable to accept that Vermouth was a love-brained person.

Chu Ming said quietly, "I know the reason."

Vermouth was stunned and restrained the smile that was deliberately on her face. She looked at Chu Ming with a rare stern face, obviously hoping that he would not talk nonsense.

Chu Ming looked up at the sky and down at the earth, but not at her, and threw out a little bit of facts: "Back then, the detective's daughter saved her life."

When Vermouth heard that Chu Ming was talking about this, her heart dropped a little. Vodka, on the other hand, was driving with one hand and trying to get his hands on the first bite of the melon with the other hand: "When was it? Was it when Vermouth was in the United States? Did his daughter know your identity?"

Chu Ming didn't say anything else. Vermouth continued, "When we were besieging Akai Shuichi in the United States, I disguised myself as a murderer and was saved by his daughter. She didn't know my identity, but I haven't repaid her yet, so I hope you can wait until the matter is investigated clearly before you take action."

After thinking about it, she added, "Of course, if you find out that it was indeed Maori Kogoro who was eavesdropping, I will certainly not say anything, but I don't think that's the case. At that time, they were clearly talking about listening to the horse racing, right?"

Gin's expression remained unchanged after hearing this, and it was unclear whether he believed it or not. He just said calmly: "I will report this matter truthfully to the boss."

Vermouth didn't say anything else. She was probably thinking about how to phrase her words when the boss came looking for her so as to clear her suspicion and get Conan and the others out of danger.

Chu Ming didn't remind her about the chewing gum. After all, he was still very curious about how the plot would develop if Conan exposed it.

Because of his intervention, the plot has changed a lot.

Conan's help was cut off by him. He could neither deal with the FBI nor get involved with the police. Now the only ones who could help him were the doctor and the good guy Takagi.

As for the FBI, Judy is dead, and Shuichi Akai's life or death is unknown. Several FBI agents who had previously sneaked into Japan with Shuichi Akai are currently being besieged by the organization, and it is estimated that some were killed or injured.

After searching in vain on the mountain outside of Simodo City, Bourbon angrily surrounded the FBI group in order to lure Shuichi Akai out, but even though they suffered heavy casualties, there was still no news of Shuichi Akai.

At this point, there are two opinions within the organization regarding whether Akai Shuichi is dead or alive.

One is that he was dead and his body was taken away by wild beasts.

Another is that he fell from a plane, was seriously injured, and is still recovering from his injuries.

But no matter which speculation it is, Shuichi Akai will definitely not have a chance to appear in the near future.

Vermouth did not follow them back to the base, and Gin dropped her off halfway. Chu Ming was very curious about the fingerprints on the chewing gum, so he shamelessly clung to Vodka and let Vodka half-support and half-climb him into the laboratory.

The fingerprint test results came out very quickly.

Gin sat in the office outside the laboratory with a sullen face, leaning back in his chair waiting for the results, while Chu Ming was placed on the sofa by Vodka.

"What are you following?" Gin looked up at Chu Ming, who was lying dead on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "Are you worried that the fingerprints you found are from that detective?"

"After all, they are my closest friends, brothers and sisters—" Chu Ming adjusted his posture and tilted his head to look at Gin, "—I won't do it without payment."

Gin had originally shown some murderous intent because of Chu Ming's first half of the sentence. When he heard the latter turn of events and looked at Chu Ming's suggestive eyes, he paused and asked, "How much do you want?"

Seeing that there was a play, Chu Ming ignored the pain in his waist and counted on his fingers. There was a protagonist and a supporting role. The magnetic field of these two people must be worth millions of points, right?

If he had done it himself, he would have lost tens of millions of points, which means he would have to be compensated with tens of billions, right?

"Well, I don't think you can come up with billions of dollars for me--" Chu Ming pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, "Why don't you go and suggest to the boss to retire early and have a good rest, so that I can--ah--"

Before he could finish his words, Gin kicked the sofa, which was overturned and fell on Chu Ming, making his already sprained waist even worse.

Chu Ming was pressed under the sofa, like a little turtle with its shell on its back, flapping its arms and legs in dissatisfaction.

No, no, why did you do it all of a sudden?!

Don’t even think he can do anything like this!