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

The blue waves, carrying layer upon layer of waves, rolled towards the shore, drawing silver edges on the beach and breaking into water splashes on the rocks.

Chu Ming was wearing sunglasses and lying on the beach basking in the sun. Considering that he might have to wear a diving suit to go into the water this time, women's clothing would be too easy to be exposed. In addition, he had so many people with him, so he could only use his old name Matsutake Yusuke.

Beside him, several figures were lying in a circle, and several of them in black clothes stood out on the beach.

After all, they were the only ones wearing black clothes on the entire beach. Which normal person would wear all black to the beach?

Taking off his sunglasses, Chu Ming fanned himself with his hands. He felt like he was about to get burned from sunbathing on the beach in his black clothes. He didn't know how those people could lie there peacefully and motionlessly. Weren't they too hot?

He originally planned to ask Vodka to go out and play together, but he didn't expect that when he secretly went to find Vodka, he was discovered by Vermouth who had returned. At that time, Vermouth looked at Chu Ming with a smile and said that she wanted to join too.

Chu Ming thought it would be a good idea to have Vermouth go along, because he still had some impression of this mysterious island. There was no treasure at all, only a ship built by the two female pirates hidden on the bottom of the sea, so this mission was purely a trip, just like bringing one more person along for the trip.

But because of this difference in thought, Chu Ming looked at the one, two, three, four, five, six figures lying comfortably around him and rolled his eyes.

Wow, we’re having a team building in this winery?

Just because she brought Vermouth with her, she showed off in the group, and everyone packed up and followed her. Even Cohen, who didn't want to go out to play in the hot weather, was brought along by Chianti. Vermouth and Lafitte even convinced Gin with some unknown reason...

Therefore, all members of the Japanese branch's action team are present.

Vermouth looked at Chu Ming fanning himself with his hands, then turned over and continued to enjoy the sunbath: "We are all having fun, but poor Bourbon is still working diligently on his mission. What's your mentality to stop us from calling him?"

Chu Ming said confidently: "He is from Rum's intelligence team! Does our action team building have anything to do with him? Besides, who will complete so many tasks if everyone leaves?"

"But..." Chu Ming changed the subject and raised the drink on the small table beside him and shook it. "We can now enjoy our summer leisure time on the beach. All this is thanks to Bourbon's efforts. Come on, toast to Bourbon."

The others also raised their glasses to show their respect: "Cheers - Bourbon."

Chu Ming gulped down half of the drink and couldn't stand the heat anymore. The people around him were used to wearing black clothes. They would wrap themselves up tightly in black and go out to stake out in the middle of summer. He really couldn't compare to them.

"Are you hot? Do you feel that people passing by treat us as fools?" Chu Ming sat up. Even with the parasol blocking his view, he could feel that his black clothes were burning hot.

"It's not hot." Gin lay on his back on the beach chair, fully dressed, with his eyes closed, dozing off, as if he was in an air-conditioned room, comfortable and leisurely.

"..." Chu Ming's eyes gradually filled with disbelief. He quietly reached out and pulled his collar down a little, took a deep breath silently, and turned to look at Lafitte, "You're not hot either?"

Considering that he would be seen by Conan this time, he couldn't let Lafitte expose himself in front of Conan, so Chu Ming made a fake face for him that looked otherworldly according to Lafitte's preferences.

At this time, Lafitte was lying straight, his face was cold, and his words seemed to carry a chill of their own: "A calm mind naturally cools down."

"Where's Vermouth? You're not cold—no, you're not hot either." Chu Ming looked at Vermouth's sweaty forehead and said in a gloomy tone, "Your makeup is almost ruined."

Hearing this, Vermouth took out a small mirror from her pocket and looked at it carefully: "Where is the makeup coming off? This is not good. Besides, didn't you suggest that we all wear black clothes to the beach? We disagreed and you threw a tantrum. Now you are the first to get hot?"

"What do you mean hot? I'm not hot at all. I just asked because you guys seemed to be hot."

Chu Ming was stubborn. This was indeed his request. He was really curious about how scared Conan would be when the Black Organization showed up on the beach...

As a result, the enemy suffered no damage and our own loss was one million.

He had clearly given Gin and the others the opportunity to change into swimsuits, and he had even given them the swimsuits he had carefully selected. But it turned out that each of them had a killer baggage, and no one wanted to change except Vermouth.

That's why he became so evil that he decided to kill everyone equally and have them all wear their organization's work clothes and go to the beach!

As a result, several people joined forces to change all his clothes into black.

So, hot as it is, can it be acknowledged in this case?

That's impossible. Doesn't he have any face?

Chu Ming opened the small map and saw that the location of Conan and others was slowly moving towards this side.

walk slowly.

He could still hold out a little longer.

It's all about emotional value.

"Conan, Xiaolan and the others are going diving later, shall we go treasure hunting together?" A lively and childish voice came from not far away, "Ai will come too!"

"It's just right. Xiaolan, you guys go diving, and the little ghosts go treasure hunting. I can just find a tavern. Hehehe..."

When she heard the voices of several people, Vermouth started and half sat up, turning around to look in that direction.

Chu Ming looked at her like that, and raised his eyebrows and teased her deliberately: "What's wrong? Are you having a heat cramp? Why are you sitting up suddenly?"

Vermouth showed no sign of it: "Do you think I am you? I just sat up and moved around after lying down for too long."

"Don't be so stubborn. You're obviously hot." Chianti lay straight on her stomach. She had actually been feeling hot for a long time, but the woman named Vermouth hadn't left. If she left, wouldn't it mean that she was showing weakness? That was absolutely unacceptable. But if the woman couldn't hold on any longer, she wouldn't be magnanimous enough to accompany her. "If you can't hold on any longer, forget it. I'll reluctantly accompany you back to the hotel."

Vermouth looked at Kogoro Mori and his group who were getting closer and closer, and their target was obviously the beach. Then she looked at the series of organization members here and lay down again.

Gin has already met Sherry and Conan, but he didn't react much, obviously forgetting about them. As for Conan, just keep an eye on him and don't let him be too active and get discovered.

And now-

When it comes to dignity, she will never admit defeat.

"Oh, I said it's not hot, so it's not hot, Chianti. In fact, you can't stand the heat, right? Don't try to hold it in. When you turn around, the only white spot on your face where you're wearing sunglasses will be so ugly."

"I was lying on my stomach, you are talking about yourself."

Everyone here listened to the passionate bickering between Vermouth and Chianti, and no one was willing to get up and leave first, as they competed silently.

On the other hand, Conan and his companions also came to the beach. From a distance, Genta and his companions saw an extremely conspicuous scene on the beach.

"Wow, those brothers and sisters over there are wearing black clothes on the beach. How cool! Aren't they hot?"

Hearing the words "black clothes", Haibara Ai was startled and grabbed Conan's arm, then she remembered that the people in the organization should not be so idle, so she and Conan looked in the direction of Genta's gaze.

puff.

Ai Haibara's legs went limp and she knelt on the beach, clutching Conan's clothes.

She must...should...maybe she hasn't woken up yet?