Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Qi Ming never expected that Conan could think so much about something as simple as a hand grenade.

His identity had already been exposed, but Conan managed to smooth things over with his brilliant deductions.

However, Qi Ming didn't have time to think about these things right now.

After all, he was currently enjoying the hot and spicy hellish ramen with a flushed face.

"How are you, guests? If you really can't handle our spiciness challenge, then give up and drink some water."

"No, I'm... fine..."

After finally finishing the last bite of noodles, Qi Ming slumped back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling of the shop.

Once the flush on his face had faded, Qi Ming dialed Gin's number.

He did not rush to Miyano Akemi's place immediately.

Perhaps because of what Shiho Miyano said last time, Qi Ming felt that he should learn about some of the background settings and characters of this game.

Skipping the plot is like skipping life; Qi Ming doesn't want to be unable to understand the characters' dialogue when doing a mission in the future.

Furthermore, he now feels it is necessary to screen tasks before executing them.

Now that the encyclopedia feature is available, Qi Ming hopes to collect everything if possible.

He wanted all the main and side quests, characters, and storylines, but it was a pity that Shinichi Kudo died.

beep.

beep.

The call was answered after only two rings.

"Hey Lao Qin, does our organization have any members who are particularly good at intelligence gathering? Could you introduce me to someone? I need some information to check out the plot."

To his shame, Qi Ming hadn't really explored the other members since joining the organization and even after getting a code name.

Even if we add Akemi Miyano, then Gin, vodka, Sherry...

There's nobody left! Gone!

It's like I only know the team leader who assigns work and the receptionist who makes tea; I don't recognize any of my other colleagues.

After Qi Ming said this, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Just when Qi Ming thought the signal had been lost, the sound came through the receiver.

"...You actually decided to look at the documents?"

Gin was genuinely surprised, since Qi Ming had never cared about these things and never looked at mission information when doing missions.

Cause, process, and result.

This guy only cares about the results; he doesn't care about anything beforehand.

Rumors circulated within the organization that Qi Ming was an all-around master, but in reality, only Gin knew that this guy was utterly inept at intelligence gathering.

He can collect information, but he never takes it seriously. Even when asked to go through the intelligence and memorize its contents, he just hands it over without thinking twice.

This meant that I always had to help Qi Ming with the intelligence gathering and summarizing.

Speaking of which, last time I gave that guy some medicine, he didn't upload the information, so Gin had to help me deal with it.

"Yeah, the battles were fun, now I want the world-class storyline of Akaichi."

"..."

Gin still couldn't understand Qi Ming's words.

However, Qi Ming was one of the few people in the organization whom he highly regarded, so he was quite satisfied with Qi Ming's initiative in making this request.

His martial arts skills and various amazing Chinese magic tricks are among the best in the organization, but his style of doing things is too straightforward and too flamboyant.

If Qi Ming can change in the future and fill the gaps in intelligence, perhaps it's worth considering nominating him as a cadre.

Gin's mind was in turmoil for a while before he slowly spoke.

"I recommend two people for intelligence: Vermouth and Bourbon. Bourbon is alright, but that woman Vermouth..."

"Is Bourbon a woman?" Qi Ming suddenly interrupted.

"No."

"Then it's Vermouth, we can't change it."

"..."

Gin took a deep breath and said coldly, "Hmph, Vermouth is a mystic, and I'm not sure if she'd be willing to share with you."

"I'll send you Bourbon and Vermouth's contact information. You can decide what to do with it yourself."

After Gin finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but a few seconds later he sent him two numbers.

"At least give me a name tag."

Qi Ming complained, then dialed the first number.

beep.

beep.

"Hey?"

The moment the phone rang, Qi Ming decisively hung up.

It's a man.

"What bad luck! They just gave me the minimum guaranteed win, damn it!"

Then, Qi Ming dialed a second number.

beep.

beep.

"Hey?"

Qi Ming hung up the phone again.

Why is it another man?

"Has Old Qin become so cold-hearted that he can't even tell the difference between men and women anymore?"

Just as Qi Ming was about to confront Gin, a phone call came in—the first call Qi Ming had made.

Qi Ming answered the phone with a puzzled look.

"Hey buddy, who are you? Do we know each other? Why are you calling me back? If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up."

The person on the other end of the phone was taken aback, then let out a somewhat seductive laugh.

This wasn't the first time I'd heard a male voice like this; on the contrary, it was very magnetic and sexy...

It sounds like a nice female voice that could be either a C or a D, or even an E!

"Hehehe, Gin was right after all. You really are an impatient guy, just like Rum."

Qi Ming was taken aback, but his mind immediately caught on, and he quickly replied, "Senior Vermouth, to be honest, I have admired you for a long time!"

"I've always heard that you're an expert in intelligence, senior. Could you perhaps arrange a time for me to learn from you and clear up my doubts?"

Although Qi Ming didn't know many people, he was clear about one thing because he had a lot of communication with Gin.

Since he was promoted to codename member, no one else in the organization has been promoted.

In other words, every code name Qi Ming hears now is considered his predecessor.

You have to be sweet-talking when you ask someone for a favor.

Although with Qi Ming's current abilities, he can be ruthless with anyone, even in battle. He won't panic when the army comes, since he can be resurrected even if he dies.

But it's like using a cheat engine to mindlessly shoot bullets; it might be fun at first, but you'll get tired of it eventually.

Qi Ming quite enjoys role-playing.

"Oh? Do you admire me?"

Vermouth's voice carried a hint of sarcasm as she asked, "Since you admire me, you must know me quite well, right?"

"Of course, who in our organization doesn't know Sister Bei? I have your picture on my bedside table right now, and I burn incense for you every morning to pray for peace!"

"..."

Vermouth admitted she was somewhat disgusted by Qi Ming's words. After a while, she slowly spoke, "Then tell me, who was that male voice you heard when you first called me?"

"As my admirer, you must know that, right, hmm?"

"Forehead."

Qi Ming scratched his head.

I know Kun Kun! I only found out about you today!

But Qi Ming certainly couldn't say that. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Of course I know. He's your husband, senior. I even went to your wedding banquet!"

"Speaking of which, how has your brother-in-law been lately? Is he still in good health?"

On the other end of the phone, Vermouth lit a thin cigarette, her eyes slightly narrowed.

This person really just spouts nonsense as soon as they open their mouth.

No wonder she said she wanted to consult her about information; she really doesn't know anything about it.

After a short while, Vermouth changed her voice back to the male voice she had used before and slowly spoke to Qi Ming.

"Come on over, Beika Town, Beika Hotel, 1st floor, I'll be waiting for you."