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

Chu Ming got on board with an old banknote, because he presented it at the same time as the last person. Since only ten people were being entertained, with Chu Ming in it, the number exceeded the limit.

After the captain called the organizer of the event, he finally allowed the two of them to board the boat together.

"Brother Chu Ming, why are you here too?" Conan turned around and found Chu Ming standing at the registration desk.

"Hey, Conan? Are you guys planning to go to Ogasawara to watch the dolphin show too?"

"Yeah~ Sister Xiaolan said she wanted to go and see it."

"Why are you the only one here? Where are uncle and Xiaolan?"

"Yes, right there, my uncle ran into his former police colleague, and the two were reminiscing about the past."

Just as Conan and Chu Ming were chatting, a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean look suddenly walked past them. Chu Ming stared at the seal that was revealed on his hand intentionally or unintentionally, and lowered his eyes slightly.

The Mediterranean man walked up to Kogoro Maori and Officer Samezaki and raised the seal in his hand: "Sorry..."

Seeing only pure confusion on the two people's faces, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I think I recognized the wrong person."

Then he hurriedly stuffed the seal into his pocket and prepared to leave.

As a result, while putting the stamp in, it accidentally slipped off the edge of the pocket.

Chu Ming relied on his long legs to walk over in two or three steps, picked up the seal, rubbed the seal lightly with his fingers a few times, and quickly caught up with the man.

"Sir, you dropped something."

"Ah, thank you." The man took the seal and walked out quickly.

Chu Ming pressed Conan's head and said, "Let's go to the deck?"

"Uh-huh."

Returning birds circled over the sea, their wings brushing the setting sun. On the deck, the entire sea was golden.

Xiaolan opened her arms, stood on the deck and shouted to the distance: "I'm the King of the world!!"

Chu Ming also ran over and prepared to shout, but Xiaolan had already finished shouting, and it felt wrong for him to shout along.

"It feels so good to shout out, Brother Chu Ming, do you want to shout too? I'll give you my seat!" Xiaolan saw Chu Ming following her and considerately gave up her seat.

Chu Ming thought about it, then lifted Conan from the stool and held him in front of him, like he was holding a turtle: "Conan! You jump! I jump!"

Conan's limbs drooped naturally, with a speechless look on his face: "Brother Chu Ming, put me down quickly——"

Chu Ming put Conan down and said, "This feeling is really good. Do you want to try it, Conan?"

"No, no—"

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After dinner, Chu Ming waved to them and said, "I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll go back and catch up on my sleep~"

Back in the cabin, Chu Ming took out the computer from the system warehouse. Fortunately, he was used to putting a laptop in his system backpack as a backup.

Just when he was having dinner, Gin suddenly called him and asked him if he could go back now. After knowing that the ship he was on had already sailed, he asked Chu Ming to provide remote support using the computer.

Chu Ming took out his headphones and plugged them in: "Brother, what are the mission details?"

"We sneaked into the Maehara Hotel. Rum got news that there was a drug deal between the top floor Ni Canhui and an American laboratory today. The organization also needs that drug."

"Okay, wait a moment, bro. I'll hack into their surveillance first."

"Vermouth sneaked in, and I supported him from outside. I wanted to ask Vodka to go in with him, but he was too rough and not suitable."

Gin didn't finish his words, but Chu Ming already understood: "Don't worry, big brother, I have connected our headsets to the unified system, and I will make arrangements next."

"Ah."

"Sister, go 70 degrees to the right in front of you and walk 150 meters forward. I just saw a helper who can help you. Give him a pair of headphones."

"Huh? Who?" Vermouth, dressed in waitress clothes, moved her lips slightly.

"Bourbon, he should be working here, tsk tsk, pitiful."

Following Chu Ming's guidance, Vermouth successfully found Bourbon carrying a tray in the crowd.

As he passed by him, he stuffed a pair of headphones into his hand.

Bourbon was stunned for a moment, put the earphones into his ears, and sure enough, he heard the voice that Chu Ming had specially disguised.

"Bourbon, it's me, Granburch. I just happened to meet you. Please help cover for this mission."

Chu Ming didn't give Toru Amuro any chance to refuse or time to react, and gave the order directly.

"Bourbon, do you see the American on your right 45 degrees? Whatever method you use, hold him back. Vermouth, go to his room now, Room 1509, there is no guard at the door."

Toru Amuro was full of questions. He just knew from the information from the public security that there was a gang active here, so he applied for a part-time job as a waiter and came to take a look.

Hearing what Granburch said, the organization also has activities targeting this today? However, based on Granburch's understanding of the scene, he must be standing there observing the situation, so he nodded obediently and began to make plans.

First, he held the tray and stood in the middle of the aisle. He intentionally or unintentionally pulled the cake plate on the table a little bit outward, and by passing the wine, he quietly blocked the aisle with a chair.

In this way, when a man walking by with wine in his hand, Amuro Toru tripped him quietly without leaving a trace. The man staggered, and in order to keep his balance, he had to wave his hands to grab something. At this time, he happened to touch the slightly exposed cake plate, and the cake immediately fell down.

In order to prevent the cake from hitting his clothes, the man subconsciously moved aside a little. His already staggering steps hit the chair that was blocking his way again. The man stumbled and bumped into the American, and the wine in his hand spilled all over his head.

"Sorry, sorry."

Seeing that he had bumped into a distinguished guest at the banquet, the small cadre who was not attending the meeting apologized to him repeatedly.

The American was not angry and waved at him.

"I sneaked into his room, but I didn't find anything inside. I guess it's on him."

At this time, Vermouth had searched his room thoroughly but found nothing.