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

Usually after getting into trouble, Chu Ming always looks innocent, as if he wants to tell everyone with his eyes that he did nothing.

Karasuma Renya looked at Chu Ming standing straight with clear eyes, as if he was being blamed for the wheelchair. He said helplessly, "You were staring at my wheelchair just now. Do you like it? I'll have someone make one according to this standard and send it to you later."

“Isn’t this a bit inappropriate…” Chu Ming tried to be reserved, but he was still attracted by the cool appearance of the wheelchair. He changed the subject and said, “Thank you, Boss. Just have someone send it to Base No. 3~”

Karasuma Renya couldn't help laughing: "Okay, I'll have someone send it over later."

At this moment, the operation next door was also coming to an end. Through the one-way glass, Chu Ming could see that the experimental subject was lying silently on the experimental table, without any sense of being "alive".

The lying experimental subject was an FBI agent that Gin had killed when he was searching the streets for the FBI. His physical fitness was much better than those previous weak experimental subjects. At least after soaking for so long, you could still see his eight-pack abs.

The researcher in charge of the operation pushed open the door next door, took off his dirty sterile suit at the door of the laboratory, and came in to report the results of the operation to his boss.

Now the whole experiment is over, and the BOSS can be awakened at any time as long as he needs it.

Chu Ming was very curious about how a person could be brought back to life through such strange scientific means even though he was clearly dead. He stared at the BOSS with sharp eyes, trying to urge him to hurry up with his eyes.

The BOSS did not hesitate. He cared more about the result than Chu Ming. Upon hearing this, he signaled the researcher to continue the operation to wake the person up.

Perhaps for the sake of safety and identity confidentiality, the BOSS did not go to the next room, but continued to watch the researcher wake up the person through the transparent glass.

The hole in the FBI's head had just been sutured, but there was no blood seeping out, or perhaps there was no blood in his body at all.

The face of the experimental subject who was helped up was sunken, and his skin was tightly attached to his bones. His body organs relied on a special solution to maintain their vitality. The skin on his chest kept rising and falling due to the beating of the heart, and this special solution was transfused throughout his body.

When he stood up, his bones were stiff and he sat up straight, just like a zombie.

Chu Ming looked at the FBI agent who stood up and could hardly see his facial features. His whole body was extremely stiff. He stood there stupidly without any instructions. He couldn't speak or think. His whole body was pale without a trace of redness, and he didn't look like a living person at all.

Is this called resurrection?

This is clearly called corpse driving in ancient China!

Chu Ming instantly lost interest in Karasuma Renya's research. He had imagined all kinds of grand resurrection scenes, but this was the result?

Could it be that the money he and Gin earned from completing missions was spent on things like this?

Oh, BOSS is a prodigal son.

Karasuma Renya was keenly aware of Chu Ming's emotional fluctuations and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ming pointed at the FBI agent who was standing like a wooden stake through the glass wall and asked his doubts: "Can this be called resurrection? Isn't it a bit... uh, not right?"

"Of course not." Karasuma Renya's eyes darkened. "But after so many years of experiments, the best we can do is sit up and walk around. The last experiment could even make ahhh sounds. I wonder how good 8795 can be."

Chu Ming thought for a long time what 8795 was, and then he realized that this was the number that the FBI had released.

Could this be the 8795th experimental subject in all these years?

Hiss——The BOSS looks so bright and sunny, why is he doing such a crazy thing?

Following the guidance of the researcher next door, 8795 began to slowly move his legs like a puppet, taking one stiff step, the second step, the third step...

Chu Ming stared at the next door without blinking, watching the scene that seemed like teaching a child to walk, and suddenly thought of something, and turned back to ask Karasuma Renya: "Boss, can these bodies be recycled?"

Karasuma Renya uttered a puzzled syllable: "Hmm?"

"That is, if this experimental subject dies due to the reasons you mentioned before, can we take out his brain and put his body back into the water, repeating the cycle and reusing it to maximize the benefits?"

"Of course not. Generally, the death of experimental subjects is due to complications and rejection reactions caused by internal organ disorders. When they die again, their organs are usually necrotic and the cells are severely aged. It will be useless even if they are put back in." Karasuma Renya was amused by Chu Ming's rare naive idea and slowly explained the science to him.

"What about cloning? There is only one body, but isn't it possible to clone a person using cells for experiments?" Chu Ming didn't know much about this, but he had read a lot of science fiction novels in the past.

"No, cloned bodies are more likely to collapse, especially since there is only one brain and it cannot be cloned. Anyway, there is only one chance, so why clone another body?" Karasuma Renye's fingers also rested on the glass wall. Under his thin white skin, the meridians were clearly visible, like mountains and rivers, which also revealed that Karasuma Renye's heart was not as calm as he looked. "There are not enough experimental subjects, and I don't have much time...."

Chu Ming looked at the hand with thin joints and long fingers. It did not have the roughness and wrinkles that are common among old people. It was totally inconsistent with his age.

So it was obvious that he must have taken the same drugs that Lafitte and Vermouth had taken.

So at present, BOSS has three ways out:

One is drugs. I heard that the American drug research group had made some breakthroughs some time ago. Porter has been on a business trip to the United States and hasn't been back for a long time.

The second one should be this resurrection project. The progress is very poor. Chu Ming feels that even if he studies it for one or twenty years, he probably won’t be able to figure out anything.

As for the third one, it is probably the software that was taken back from Itakura Taku before, and it is probably related to the boss's attempt to achieve immortality through the Internet.

Of these three options, Chu Ming felt that only the last one had the greatest possibility of being realized. The first option had a slight possibility of being realized, after all, there were precedents such as Conan, Haibara, Ai, and Shira. Although the chance was one in ten thousand, it might be possible to succeed with some effort. However, the second option -

I really want to persuade the boss to give up. Wouldn't it be better to use the money for more appropriate purposes, such as spending it on him...

Anyway, as long as Conan is alive, one year is longer than ten years. Protecting Conan is to protect the alternative path to immortality.