Transform randomly in Kexue World

Martin put on the world's signature half-moon eyes: "I know it tm."

Based on the strange timeline of eight Valentine's Days in this world a year, it will be more than a week after this night, which is far beyond that.

"Detective, I take back my description of the 'occurrence frequency' of superpowers." Martin said seriously to the little Corgi: "This is also true for the incident of 'superpowers on other people', maybe tomorrow you will find out I am still a dog."

"Wow woof! woof woof woof! woof woof!"

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After agreeing to entertain Mao Lilan and Conan at noon, Martin borrowed the kitchen of Kudo Shin's family to cook a table of Chinese food.

……

Mao Lilan stared at a meatball on the chopsticks with a solemn expression.

"What's the matter, Xiaolan, isn't it to your taste?" Martin asked across the street.Martin has heard that Chinese cuisine in Japan has nothing to do with Chinese food.

Mao Lilan Qiqi shook his head, with a troubled expression on his face: "No, every dish is delicious...but if you eat any more, your weight will be in danger."

It seems to be a problem with the amount of oil used. Japanese people often have a strange misunderstanding that 'Chinese food makes people fat'.

In addition, Martin didn't quite understand the girl's behavior of being obsessed with a mouthful of rice, turning around and preparing another stomach for dessert without any burden.

So Martin didn't bother to give Little Lankop the heat of that meatball, but just persuaded: "It's okay to have a meal once in a while, just practice more during the club training when you are in school."

"That's right." After all, Mao Lilan couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food, so she went down a little step and ate the meatballs and rice in one bite.

Between the two of them, little Keji was sitting on the dining table, with only a small bowl of dog food and a small bowl of water in front of him, looking left and right, tears dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"No, little Corgi." Martin's face was full of evil intentions: "Eating food with too much salt will be very dangerous to your liver and kidneys~"

……

After dinner, the topic brought up superpowers again.

"If you really stay in this world and don't have a place to live, what will Mr. Martin do?" Mao Lilan asked with concern.

Martin thought for a while and looked around: "Look, Xiaolan, a certain big detective won't be able to go home for a short time, and such a big room is just so empty..."

Everyone knows Sima Zhaozhi's heart.

"Wow, woof, woof, woof, woof!" The little Corgi on the side screamed wildly.

Without Martin's translation, Mao Lilan also heard the objection of little Corgi, and persuaded him: "Xinyi, Mr. Martin is also our friend. Superpowers are beyond Mr. Martin's control, and Mr. Martin will lose his house. There is also a reason why we left him in the office overnight."

Mao Lilan thought that Conan was unwilling to let Martin live in his home because Martin exposed his identity and hated Martin for bullying him all the time.

Martin helped Xiao Corgi clear up the misunderstanding: "Xiao Lan, what the big detective said is that living in his house would be very dangerous."

"Danger?"

"Wang Wang Wang Wang..."

"The big detective smelled a lot of strong and strange smells at home, which means that some strangers have visited his home in the near future." Martin translated: "It is very likely that the organization in black came to confirm Kudo Shinichi's identity." His home was investigated in response to news of his death."

Surprised, Mao Lilan raised a hand to cover her lips.

In the end, Martin concluded: "So the big detective feels that I will probably attract the attention of the black organization by living in his house, and it is very dangerous to me and to it."

Mao Lilan looked troubled.She is kind-hearted. If someone encounters trouble in front of her, they will definitely wonder if they can

Help each other.What's more, if Shinichi hadn't stayed at the office overnight, Martin wouldn't have been left behind in his own house as if he missed the plane.

Martin himself doesn't care. Even if the house is gone, the money in his wallet and card alone can last about half a year in a hotel.

As we all know, Conan's plot time has only passed half a year.

If I rent a house, I can live there for about two and a half years. As long as I become a person who can make money easily one day during the period, it is easy to buy another house.

Mao Lilan didn't know this, she thought about it seriously, and ruled out ways to continue to let Martin live in the office, ask her mother for help, and finally put her mind on Dr. Ali.

"Doctor's house?" Hearing Mao Lilan's proposal, Martin was a little moved, and it sounded like he would have fun in the future: "Will the doctor agree?"

"The doctor is very nice, warm-hearted and kind, and he is happy to get along with young people." Mao Lilan said: "If the doctor knows about Mr. Martin's superpower, he will definitely be interested in research."

Martin remembered that Dr. Ali should be a doctor of engineering, but deliberately pretended to be scared: "The kind of research that sliced ​​me?"

"No!"

"Wang, woo... (The doctor is not too young after all, so he can't stand too much stimulation. You'd better not use your bad taste on the doctor.)"

"Ann, I respect the old and love the young very much."

"Wow, woof, woof! (Why didn't I see you take good care of me.)"

"Oh!" Martin just smiled contemptuously, turned his head, and squinted at little Corgi: "Shameless."

……

Afterwards, they went to Dr. Ali's house next door, but Mao Lilan rang the doorbell several times and there was no response.

The little Corgi smelled it around, and based on the distribution of the smell, he concluded that Dr. A Li had gone out, maybe to eat.

Seeing that it was getting late, they returned to the office and were going to meet with the illustrator who wanted to have an interview with Kogoro Mori.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Mori Kogoro in a flamboyant appearance, and was still trimming his beard in front of the mirror.

"Hey, this suave and suave handsome guy in Yushu Linfeng, tall, mighty, handsome and handsome, has a case to entrust Mr. Maori?" Martin jokingly said, "Hey, hey! Hey! Careful! Take a look, and guess what? This one turned out to be—a living Mr. Maori! It’s so lifelike!”

Mori Kogoro turned his head and looked at Martin suspiciously. Why did he feel that these words were not necessarily a compliment to him.

But then Martin flattered Maori Kogoro for a while, such as, "Talent is like a son, and it looks like Pan An throws fruit lightly." Kogoro was blown away again.

Mao Lilan couldn't stand it anymore, she covered her head and muttered: "This old man, do you really think you are worthy of these words?"

"Wang~"

'Worthy of. Little Corgi with half-moon eyes thought to himself: "These two poems are from Journey to the West, and they describe the yellow-robed monster." '

Kogoro Mori was satisfied with the tidying up, everyone went out together wobbly, called a taxi and went to a place called 'Grano Design Office'.

Mori Kogoro arrived about ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The illustrator was not there yet, but his assistant received them warmly, and had no objection to the family members and dogs brought by Mori Kogoro, and moved the chairs over graciously.

The owner was not there, and Kogoro Mori talked with his assistant for a few words, and then talked about the reason why Kogoro Mori was invited...

"What! The theme of the next painting book is the murder scene?" Mori Kogoro immediately understood what was going on.

"Huh? Didn't Teacher Huagang mention it on the phone?" The assistant was also surprised, but explained: "The theme of the teacher's next painting collection is the murder scene. I invite you to come today. One is for more Learn some details about the crime scene, and secondly, plan to add a conversation between the teacher and the famous detective Mr. Mori at the end of the collection.”

"Conversation..." Mori Kogoro's nature suddenly lost a lot.

There were several overlapping laughs from behind Mori Kogoro.

Hearing the laughter, Mori Kogoro's face turned blue and pale, and he looked back dissatisfied.The assistant poked his head out curiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

Martin smiled very subtly, but Mao Lilan's smile trembled wildly: "Dad, he thought you were going to publish a collection of paintings with him as a model, and you have been excited at home for a long time."

There was even a dog laughing, especially presumptuously.

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Although it was different from what Mori Kogoro imagined and expected, but after all, they all came, and the remuneration offered by the other party was not low, so Mori Kogoro decided to stay and talk.

Martin turned sideways slightly, and whispered in Mao Lilan's ear with a voice that only two people and a dog could hear: "Maybe the illustrator just wanted to take advantage of uncle's mentality, so he purposely spoke vaguely on the phone." .”

Martin's breath hit Mao Lilan's ears, making her ears feel hot. The distance was obviously too close for her, so she hurriedly pulled away a little distance, and gave Martin a sideways look in shame.

"Woo—" Little Corgi raised his head, gritted his teeth at Martin, and let out a threatening sound like a grunt in his throat.

But after listening to Martin's words, Mao Lilan snickered again.And Martin lowered his head and gave little Corgi a provocative look.

Everyone waited for a while in the Huagang Design Office, but it was a long time before the illustrator appeared.

"Hello. It's already 05:30!" Mori Kogoro reminded his assistant angrily that the agreed time was five o'clock.

The assistant was already on the phone to the illustrator, but no one answered the phone, either at home or at the studio, or it went to an answering machine.

"The next plot is that we went directly to the illustrator's house to find him, only to find that the illustrator had been killed." Martin muttered again.

Mao Lilan just smiled awkwardly, it was impolite to curse others like this behind the scenes.

After a while, the phone of the design office suddenly rang again.The assistant muttered, "It must be the teacher's call", and hurried to answer the phone.As a result, the phone was picked up.No one spoke on the opposite side, no matter how the assistant called, there was a dead silence.

In an age without caller ID, assistants can't even tell where the call is coming from.

Sitting all the time was a bit boring. Martin got up and walked around the office, watching the work of other people here. For example, a young designer who was new to the design office was giving a decoration plan to the client.

Not counting Kogoro Mori, there are three people in the office, who have been receiving Kogoro Mori's assistant, a young designer and a lady accountant.

"Oh, it's raining." Martin noticed the gloomy sky and the silvery white slashes outside the window, and it started raining outside at some point.

"Really, it's too bad, isn't the teacher coming even later." The assistant walked to the window, muttered beside Martin, and then looked at the apartment building opposite the design office: "Hey, that's not Die Ye windows?"

Martin smelled the incident: "Which one?"

"That's the one, the one with the quilt hanging on the balcony." The assistant pointed it out to him, and then muttered: "It's raining and you haven't put it away, so you must be asleep?"

Then he explained: "Die Ye is a new illustrator who joined our firm some time ago, and that's where she lives in the apartment."

"That's right!" Then the assistant slapped his head: "Die Ye said that her manuscript will be finished today. Could it be that the teacher is helping guide at Die Ye's house?"

then

Under the gaze of Mouri Kogoro's half-moon eyes, the assistant rushed to make a phone call: "I'll call Die Ye and ask, and remind her to collect the quilts by the way."

Martin returned to the seat next to Mao Lilan and Little Corgi: "I bet no one answered the phone."

"Wow, woof, woof. (I bet you, I bet two bowls of dog food.)"

Sure enough, the assistant picked up the receiver and kept dialing for a long time, only waiting for the answering machine's voice: "Hi, I'm Die Ye. I'm not at home now..."

"Hmph~" Martin compared scissorhands, and blinked at Mao Lilan: I guessed it right.

Then Martin continued to predict based on his experience of watching hundreds of episodes of Conan: "Wait a little longer, and we will find that the opposite apartment building is full of police cars. I learned that Mr. Huagang and Ms. Die Ye both died in the apartment, and the suspects were the three employees of this firm. So it's time for the great detective to show his skills!"

"Mr. Martin..." Mao Lilan felt a little embarrassed: "Although Dad (and Shinichi) are detectives, such coincidences don't always happen."

Instead, little Corgi asked: "Wow——? (Are you actually a fan of mystery novels?)"