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

As soon as he walked out of the base gate, Gin took out a cigarette from somewhere and put it in his mouth, saying lightly: "Come with me to Saitama Prefecture tomorrow, and make a deal on the Shinkansen, and finally go to Tsukikage Island to clean up a few drug dealers."

"Cleaning up drug dealers? Isn't this the police's job? Are we so righteous now?"

"It's the base of the drug lords in Burma in Japan."

Chu Ming suddenly realized that the drug lord in Myanmar had always wanted to cooperate with the organization, but Rum and Gin looked down on this group of drunkards. It was a rare opportunity for the two second-in-command of the organization to agree. But I don't know if the drug lord was addicted or just had a bad brain. He actually openly challenged the organization on the black web. How could he be tolerated?

So Gin personally took action to blow up their lair, leaving only a few small leaders alive. He originally didn't intend to pay any attention to them, but they forgot the pain after their wounds healed and went to the Black Organization's headquarters - Japan. He had to beat them back home.

When Chu Ming came to his senses, Gin had already walked a long way away, with no intention of waiting for him. Chu Ming did not chase him. What a joke. He had finally escaped from the clutches of Big Brother, so he had to go to Conan to get some points or something to make up for it.

——Mouri Detective Agency

"Brother Chu Ming, I didn't have the chance to thank you for sending Conan back yesterday." Xiaolan started calling Chu Ming brother at some point.

"Brother Chu Ming, you're here. Hey, why are there bruises on your hands?" Conan put down the book in his hand and came closer. "The bruises are very fresh, as if you hit something. Brother Chu Ming, you..."

Chu Ming glanced at it nonchalantly and said, "Oh, about that. I just went to my fighting coach's place and had a sparring match with him. We fought so hard that the sky was dark and the sun and moon were dim. We fought for 800 rounds. Even though I have some bruises on my body, his was even worse. In the end, he almost cried and begged me not to continue."

Conan looked at him in the middle of the night: "Is... is that so?" Why was he so unconvinced?

Xiaolan brought a cup of tea and placed it in front of Chu Ming: "It turns out that Brother Chu Ming is so good at martial arts. I am planning to discuss with my father and Conan to go to the haunted medieval art museum. With you here, we will be more confident~"

"Haunted?" Conan asked curiously.

"Yes, it is said that two security guards saw it. The medieval armor can move by itself. It seems very interesting. How about we go and take a look together!"

Maori Kogoro and Conan were stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "This must be the trick used by that art museum to attract customers, specifically to deceive fools like you."

"That's right, Sister Xiaolan, those rumors are just to trick children, I won't be fooled~"

Xiaolan clenched her fist and smashed it hard on the table. A hole was instantly left on the iron table. Chu Ming was so scared that he sat up straight. The famous scene in Science was indeed as good as its reputation. How many times must the Maori family have changed the table in this year?

Kogoro Mouri, who was about to leave, and Conan, who had already stood up, looked at each other in horror. In response to Xiaolan's repeated inquiries, they nodded hurriedly. Chu Ming could even see in Kogoro Mouri's eyes that he regretted sending Xiaolan to learn karate.

In the art gallery, Xiaolan was running in the front alone, looking at these paintings of different styles but each with its own characteristics, expressing various feelings. Behind her stood three people who lacked appreciation and interest. The three of them put their hands in their pockets and followed Xiaolan in the same posture. Chu Ming even yawned, a sequelae of getting up too early in the morning.

"Keita! What are you doing! I've told you many times that you must wear gloves when handling your work! Why can't you remember?" The old voice was filled with anger.

"Hi, Director Ochiai, I forgot. Sorry, sorry." Keita put down the painting in his hand with an indifferent look on his face, leaving the old man standing there alone with a gloomy face.

"Hmph, there are still only these few people - if you ask me, you'd better clean up quickly and get rid of these junk as soon as possible." The deliberately prolonged tone and sarcastic words made the curator, whose face already looked very unsightly, have a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Xiaolan's face was filled with regret: "Is this art gallery going to disappear soon? Will we be able to see these paintings in the future..."

"Yes, the previous owner went bankrupt due to poor management, and this art museum has been sold to Mr. Manaka."

An employee nearby was somewhat indignant: "The previous owner clearly agreed to sell it to Mr. Manaka because he wanted to continue running the art museum! But not long after he bought it, he actually planned to renovate it into a hotel!"

"Then he has violated the contract, why don't you sue him?" Chu Ming, who had been listening for a while, suddenly interrupted, "I once audited a law course, and it seems that Article 100 of the Contract Law clearly stipulates that if a party fails to perform its contractual obligations or performs its contractual obligations inconsistent with the agreement, it shall bear the liability for breach of contract such as continuing to perform, taking remedial measures or compensating for losses."

Director Ochiai stood there blankly: "Contract law?"

Chu Ming leaned lazily against the wall. "Yes, if the contract clearly stipulates that he must continue to operate the art gallery, then wouldn't it be a breach of contract if he changes it into a hotel? Find a lawyer to sue him."

Boss Manaka, who had mocked Keida on the side, turned around and laughed arrogantly: "Sue me? Hahahaha. So you are stupid, Director Ochiai. Your former boss is about to go bankrupt. How dare he make so many demands when selling this art museum? He is just fooling fools like you. I am a law-abiding citizen, hahahaha——"

Looking at the arrogant back of Boss Manaka as he walked away, Director Ochiai stood there in a daze. His body seemed to be even more hunched. It was probably because all the hatred for him for so long was directed at Boss Manaka, and he didn't know whether he should continue to hate him.

Hiss, Chu Ming took a deep breath, forgetting that he was here to pick up magnetic field fragments, how come he ended up doing the work of popularizing the law, could it be that Director Luohe had given up the idea of ​​killing people? \u003d \u003d

Following Xiaolan, I visited all the exhibition halls. Just like in the original work, the Hell Exhibition Hall was blocked by a sign prohibiting entry. It seemed that Director Ochiai was finally ready to take action. After all, he could not resist the halo of the god of death.

The sun was setting in the west. The dim sunlight shone obliquely into the exhibition hall through the windows. Conan and Uncle Maori collapsed on their chairs in exhaustion. When faced with Xiaolan's request to visit the last exhibition hall, a certain famous detective had completely forgotten his age and almost rolled on the ground, shouting that he wanted to go back, making full use of his young age.

Mao Lilan had no choice but to threaten with narrowed eyes: "Look at how Brother Chu Ming is not like you guys. If you insist on going back, then you can figure out how to have dinner by yourselves!"

The father and son had no choice but to go out if they left Xiaolan. They watched Xiaolan leave with a smile on her face and had no choice but to grit their teeth and follow her.

Inside the Hell Pavilion.

As soon as Chu Ming entered, he smelled a strong smell of blood. In his eyes, the originally dim exhibition hall was illuminated by scattered silver crystals, and the boss Zhenzhong, who was nailed to the wall with his mouth wide open, looked particularly hideous.

"Ding, acquiring magnetic field - acquisition successful, points +2000"

"Ding - Unlock the famous Ke Xue Death Painting: Heavenly Punishment, reward points: 1000"

"Wow, this painting is so big~" Xiaolan was about to move forward to observe it, but Chu Ming grabbed her and said, "Wait."

Conan looked at Chu Ming in shock, and he was so jealous that he jumped over and pried Chu Ming's hand apart: "Brother Chu Ming, what's wrong~"

Chu Ming glanced at the jealous detective with a bad temper, and loosened his hand: "Don't go over there, Uncle Maori, look at the ground over there. Well, Xiaolan and Conan should not look at it."

"Ah————" Curious Xiaolan couldn't help herself after all.