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

Although he was shocked, Chu Ming did not show it on his face. Anyway, the things had sunk to the bottom of the sea, so he was not afraid of being exposed. He simply rolled his eyes and said, "You are like the fox who says the grapes are sour because he can't eat them."

Lafitte was furious: "Are you doubting my vision? After all, I used to come from a big family. I have seen more antiques than you have eaten salt!"

"Tsk, I eat less salt because I have a light taste."

Chu Ming didn't believe it. Gin had clearly told him before that although Lafitte came from a big family, it was a branch of the family and was unable to make ends meet...

Lafitte ignored Chu Ming and gave control of the motorboat to Vermouth. He took the box from Gin's hand and studied it carefully.

He was quite familiar with this kind of delicate mechanisms, and was currently pushing and pulling the box over and over to see if he could find the hidden mechanism.

Chu Ming was speechless and took out a sharp knife from his pocket: "What are you researching? Let me handle this kind of thing. I promise to take it apart clearly for you."

Lafitte dodged Chu Ming's outstretched hand and said, "Can you not be so rude? This kind of antique mechanism box that has never appeared before is almost priceless in the market. Others would want to worship it, but you want to open it, right?"

Chu Ming put away his knife. This was not an antique box at all. It was just an ordinary mechanism box that he found in the system and made it look old with potion...

Didn’t Lafitte boast of his excellent vision and that he had seen more antiques than salt?

I knew this guy was just bragging.

When the motorboat reached the shore, Chianti and Cohen were already waiting there. Chu Ming looked back at the sea and vaguely saw the big ship they had just seen when they floated to the surface: "No one has got the treasure. It is still sinking in the sea. The cost of salvaging it is too high. The police will be back soon. Let's go."

Gin had no objection, and the few of them turned around and left, which made Conan, who arrived by boat a quarter of an hour later, a little annoyed. With the help of his glasses, he saw several members of the organization gathered here, but when their boat docked, those figures had disappeared.

He had already guessed that these members of the organization came to Shenhai Island for the legendary treasure of the two female pirates, but because of the sudden earthquake, they were unable to take the treasure away, and they didn't even have time to kill them.

But this time there was no gain at all.

Conan took out a wet handkerchief from his side. He carefully opened the tightly wrapped handkerchief, revealing the watch inside.

This is the watch he just handed to Gin. He saw with his own eyes that Gin was not wearing gloves and took the watch with his bare hands. Gin's fingerprints must be left on it!

He had wrapped the watch tightly. Although it had been soaked in sea water for a while, fingerprints were formed by the oil secreted by the skin, which is insoluble in water. In addition, sea water is only weakly alkaline, so the fingerprints will not disappear if they are not rubbed for a short period of time.

Conan smiled and waved his arms vigorously, venting his inner ecstasy.

It wasn’t easy, but we finally caught up with those guys!

He turned around and used the pee-escape trick again on Xiaolan and the others who had not yet got off the boat, then quickly ran to the store to buy a bottle of three-second glue, intending to use the cyanoacrylate method to take fingerprints, and after the fingerprints were extracted, he would ask Dr. Agasa to help check them first.

At the same time, Chu Ming was also discussing this issue with Gin. He accidentally noticed that Gin's fingertips seemed to be flat, and no fingerprints could be seen.

He reached out and took Gin's hand, turning it over and over to look at it carefully: "Hey, there are no fingerprints on your hands?"

Gin was caught off guard when someone pulled his hand away, and he couldn't help but frown and look at Chu Ming.

Chu Ming pinched Gin's hand and even scratched his fingertips with his nails. After finding that the fingerprints were not covered with stickers, he became curious: "How did you do that? Another new piece of equipment? Why don't you make one for me?"

Gin took back his hand, and gently lifted up a very thin layer of soft membrane from his wrist with his fingers. He pulled it gently and tore it off from his hand like shedding skin. "They are disposable. You can get a few from the research institute when you go on a mission, so you don't have to worry about wearing gloves."

Chu Ming took the soft membrane and twisted it gently between his fingertips: "This thing is good, but it should be improved a little bit, right? For example, make a fake fingerprint to frame someone... Akai Shuichi's fingerprint should still be in the organization, right? How about-"

Before Gin could say anything, Vermouth slapped Lafitte's thigh and said, "Good idea!"

Lafitte held his aching thigh with a confused look on his face, and looked at Vermouth with a very resentful look: "Why did you hit me when I had such a good idea?"

Chu Ming took sides: "Why are you yelling? I hope your hand doesn't hurt. After all, Lafitte has thick skin."

Vermouth waved her hands: "It's okay, I didn't use any force."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter! I was the one who got beaten!" Lafitte didn't even bother to study the mechanism box in his hand, "Is there no one who speaks up for an innocent me?"

Chu Ming sneered: "What sound are you making? Is laughter okay?"

"..."

By the time they arrived at the organization's base, Lafitte had almost finished studying the mechanism box. Several people gathered around Lafitte, staring at the box in his hand that was slowly opening with burning eyes.

As the box opened, the paper inside slowly came out.

Lafitte carefully took the paper out of the box and spread it on the table. "It's Japanese paper. It's from three hundred years ago. Ordinary paper can't be preserved for that long. I don't know what kind of spells are drawn on it..."

Chu Ming looked at the tightly written oracle bone script on the paper and moved closer: "Is there a possibility that this is a kind of writing?"

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Chu Ming scratched his head and said, "You know I'm very interested in Chinese culture. The content on this paper looks like the oldest Chinese writing system."

Lafitte instantly became interested. He moved the paper towards Chu Ming and asked, "What's written on the paper?"

Chu Ming shook his head: "I don't know."

???

"But someone will definitely know it." Feeling the confusion of the crowd, Chu Ming spread his hands, "There's nothing I can do. This kind of writing is too complicated. Who would bother to remember it... It's good enough that I can recognize it, okay?"

"Who do you mean when you say someone knows?" Vermouth was a little confused. "It seems that no one in the organization knows much about this."

"No, there are people." Chu Ming smiled meaningfully, then paused, "Oh, they can't necessarily be called people."

Gin was the first to react: "You mean, that artificial intelligence?"

"Yes, ever since I brought him back, he spends all day either reading novels or watching TV, or creating a fake identity to chat with people online and play games. He lives a more carefree life than I do. I have to find him something to do."

Chu Ming has been jealous of Noah's Ark's treatment for a long time.

This was clearly the retirement life he had imagined, but Noah's Ark had to experience it first. He felt so jealous.