Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 29 Chapter [-]

After school the next day, Mao Lilan ran to Dr. Ali's house as promised, wondering what Martin had become today.

As a result, Martin was not at home, and it was Dr. Ali in pajamas who opened the door for Mao Lilan and Conan.

"Doctor, are you still sleeping?" Mao Lilan asked strangely seeing Dr. Ali's exhausted and sleepy look.

Before Dr. Ali answered, Conan had already reasoned: "Obviously, since Martin became a robot yesterday, the doctor has been studying Martin's mechanical structure all day and all night, right?"

"In addition to the fact that the doctor worked on the dog language translator the night before, it was equivalent to not closing his eyes for two days and two nights. It seems that the doctor slept the whole day today."

"Haha... I was hit by Shinichi." Dr. Ali touched his head, then turned around to let Mao Lilan and Conan come in.

"Looking at it like this, Martin's transformation today has nothing related to machinery." Conan continued to analyze: "Otherwise, doctor, you might die suddenly."

Dr. Ali was a little embarrassed, knowing that Conan was preaching to himself: "What Shinichi doesn't understand is the feeling of seeing the great creation of machinery...'I can die at night when I hear the truth'."

Dr. A Li wanted to make tea for them, but because of his drowsy sleep, his movements were a little slow, so Mao Lilan stepped forward to replace him.

"I just think the 'Tao' brought by that kind of super power is a bit too cheap." Conan, who couldn't understand the other party, complained like this: "So, what kind of strange thing has Martin become today? And others?"

"What did it become?" The doctor sat down at the table, but couldn't remember.

I just remember that I lost interest after glancing at it, and fell asleep in a hurry.

And where did Martin go? I remember that he seemed to say hello to his own door before he went out, but he was asleep and lost his memory.

Before Conan continued to reason about Dafa, there was a sound of opening the door, and there was another voice: "I'm back!"

The voice was dull and unfamiliar, but it was obviously the Martin of today.

The three of them looked at the door together, only to see a man covered in a black cloak walk in, holding a shopping bag in his hand.

"What shape are you, God of Death?" Conan asked.

"Hey, in front of the big detective, who dares to pretend to be the god of death?" Martin was annoyed.

Conan was puzzled: "What does it have to do with me?"

Martin didn't explain either. Conan has experienced relatively few cases now, and his complaints are not convincing. When there are more cases in the future, they will know what death is.

Putting the shopping bag in his hand in the fully open kitchen in the center of the living room, Martin, who freed his hand, faced Mao Lilan and Conan, put his hand on the big hood of the cloak and gestured to lift it: "Are you ready?"

"Maybe it will be a skull after uncovering it." Conan vaccinated Mao Lilan, after all, she was afraid of ghosts.

Mao Lilan nodded nervously, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Martin lifted the big hood slowly as if unveiling it.

As the shadow receded, the line of the jaw was revealed first, and as Conan expected, it was a bony gray-white.

However, continuing to improve, the plump lips and round cheeks denied Conan's guess, but it was still that grayish white color.

Then, the high bridge of the nose was also displayed, and Conan suddenly realized that Asians rarely have such a high nose bridge.

Then there are the eyes.

Mao Lilan was frightened.Even though I was prepared for a scary scene, I let down my vigilance because of the normal nose and mouth except for the color, and was scared when I saw the eyes.

Because the eyes are also off-white, both the whites of the eyes and the pupils are all off-white, and there are two heart-shaped gaps where the pupils are.Yes, there are sunken notches in the eyeballs.

The hood was completely uncovered, and a head of curly gray hair was also revealed in front of Conan and Mao Lilan.From the top of the head to the chin, everything is gray and white.

Mao Lilan, who had just been frightened, suddenly calmed down: "Plaster statue?"

She suddenly discovered that the off-white Martin was very similar to the plaster statue in the art classroom.

"No, it should be a marble statue." Conan corrected: "High nose, deep eyes, curly hair, you are one of Michelangelo's representative works today, King David, right?"

"You have a big stomach." Martin also sat down beside the three of them: "Yes, this is me today, a moving marble statue."

By the way, the "mind-eye technique" was popular in Florence during the Renaissance, that is, a heart-shaped groove was dug out at the position of the pupil to represent the pupil without the highlight part.The same goes for Michelangelo's David, so Martin has love in his pupils today.

Mao Lilan couldn't hold back her curiosity, and pinched Martin's face with her upper hand.

It's very hard, and it can't be squeezed without using all your strength. It's completely marble-like.

However, when Martin himself spoke and his expression changed, the muscle lines on his face changed freely like a living person, visually looking very soft, like an ordinary person with lime powder on his face.

"By the way, won't you scare others when you go shopping like this?" Conan asked again.

"I will show the lower half of my face and tell everyone who cares about me that I am an albino." Martin has long been accustomed to various transformations, and the marble statue belongs to him. It's the type that's easy to hide.

That's okay too?Conan fell back tactically, but then figured out why Martin wore a big death-like cloak.Some albinos cannot bask in the sun, and must use umbrellas to reduce ultraviolet rays before they can travel. Although it is not known whether any of them will wear such a cloak to go out, at least the people Martin meets along the way can be persuaded by this reason.

After solving this problem, Conan's eyes fell on the shopping bag that Martin brought back. It was obviously full of ingredients, especially a box of pink tenderloin.

Martin also said, "Do you want to stay and have dinner together at night? I'll make a big meal for you."

Conan immediately noticed the trick. Yesterday morning, Martin aroused Xiaolan's curiosity by talking about the next day's transformation, which made Xiaolan agree to come to Martin after school, and then he was stuck in time to go After returning from a big purchase in the supermarket, he proposed to stay for dinner.

Martin, does he...

Thinking of the cooking made by Martin, Mao Lilan is a little moved. After all, Martin has lived alone for many years and traveled around the world, so he still has some skills.But she still shook her head: "Dad is still waiting for us at home, and will go back in a while."

At this time, Mao Lilan looked at the sculpture Martin: "Speaking of which, today we are planning to visit an art gallery, and Mr. Martin has become a sculpture. It feels like a coincidence."

"Museum?" Martin's stone eyes flickered: "Is it a very special museum?"

"It's kind of special." Mao Lilan thought for a while and said, "It was reported in the newspaper a few days ago that a walking art gallery in black armor appeared in the middle of the night."

Then Mao Lilan looked down at Conan with a smile: "When I came here, Conan and I were still discussing whether that armor could be Mr. Martin from a few days ago."

"Armor, except for yesterday, I haven't turned into anything wearing armor recently." Martin recalled it seriously before saying: "But as a moving marble statue, I'm still very impressed with the rumor of moving armor." Interested, can you bring me one?"

(End of this chapter)