Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 42 Chapter [-]
Ding dong, ding dong ding dong, ding dong, ding dong ding dong...

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong...

Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong...

My cao, who is it——!
Martin opened his eyes 'swish--', the murderous look in his eyes seemed to have remained from yesterday to now.

After getting up, Martin found that he was not lying on the bed, but lying on a sofa with a thin quilt on his body.

The memory of last night was connected little by little, and I seemed to lie down even more crisply than Mori Kogoro after getting an anesthesia injection. It seems that the doctor couldn't move the gin version of Martin, who was heavy and injured, into the room , I can only cover him with a thin quilt and a pillow.

The annoying doorbell was still ringing. It was rare for Martin not to check his transformation immediately after waking up. After confirming that he had hands, feet and no chest, he went straight to the entrance to open the door.

Gin's soaked windbreaker was thrown on the ground in the entrance yesterday when he entered the door, and it has disappeared at this time, but a small bag containing a lock of hair and an empty magazine are still lying on the floor, surrounded by a circle of water stains.

Before opening the door, Martin guessed who was outside, it might be better to say that there would be no one else except Conan.

"Martin, are you okay?" Conan asked anxiously as soon as he opened the door, but he met a pair of eyes with vertical pupils and was startled again.

"Gin didn't kill me, some great detective almost did when he rang the doorbell early in the morning." Martin complained, and turned back to the living room.

"I'm also worried about your situation." Conan didn't dare to call the doctor all night, and didn't sleep well all night, so he ran out in the early morning.

But from the looks of it, it was clear that nothing happened last night, and the organization in black didn't find any clues about Martin.

Closing the door and following in, Conan saw the hair and clips on the floor again, and the vicious dog pounced on it like shit, and quickly put it into the evidence bag he was carrying.

Here, Martin walked a few steps and suddenly came to his senses, and asked Conan, "You know it's me as soon as I open the door? What did I change today?"

While talking, Martin also reached out and touched his face.

Conan looked up at the top of Martin's head and organized his words: "The face is similar to the day I was turned into a dog, so I can recognize it. It's just that there are more ears on the head, and the eyes are also different."

Then Conan's eyes moved down, across the baggy nightgown, and fell between Martin's legs, looking at the black strip that was about to touch the ground and said nothing.

Here, Martin also touched the big furry ears on the top of his head, and pinched them: "Oh, today is the animal ear, cat or canine?"

By the way, the rubber band from the gin is also hanging on the tip of the ear.

"Hmm... it's a cat family." Recalling the vertical pupil he saw when he opened the door, Conan replied.

Of course, the tail that has begun to 'live' also resembles that of a feline.

As Martin realized that he might have a tail today, the tail that had been quietly drooping naturally began to move.It was a long and thick tail with black and shiny fur. It poked out from the hem of the nightgown and swayed restlessly from side to side, almost slapped Conan in the mouth.

Conan suspects that Martin is deliberate, and there is no need to talk about evidence.

"By the way, how is your injury yesterday?"

Martin unbuttoned his nightgown, because he was much thinner than Gin today, and the bandages hung loosely on his body, but there was no trace of blood.

After tearing off the bandage, Martin pressed his body, "Don't worry, there's not even a bruise left."

"Where is the doctor, are you still up?"

"You check what time it is before you talk...Go play by yourself, I'll go back to the room and cut some pants..." Martin went to the sofa, picked up the pillow and thin quilt, and walked back to the room.

I think that after I fell asleep, the doctor should have reached an agreement with Miyano Shiho like the original book, and the doctor will provide shelter, and Miyano Shiho will develop Kudo Shinichi's antidote.

As for when they negotiated, it's hard to say.

"Cut a pair of pants?" Conan didn't realize what it meant, but Martin ignored him and closed the door.

Conan also had his own clear goals, so he ran to the doctor's workshop and climbed onto a stool in front of a table.

There are some things in a row on the table, including photos of gin (Martin), fingerprints, photos of fingerprints, hand-painted fingerprints, and biological samples such as hair and blood.

Just like Martin said, fingerprints, hair, and blood were all gone, leaving only empty white paper, empty bags, and glass pieces.The gin photo of Martin remained unchanged, but the fingerprint photo became a photo of a blank sheet of paper.

Under Martin's suggestion, Conan tried to hand-paint the fingerprint of Gin's left index finger yesterday. Although the painting has not disappeared, it has become crooked now. I always feel that it is not the same as the fingerprint seen yesterday in Conan's memory. I don't know if it is Conan The drawing skills are too poor and there are deviations, so it can't be used anyway.

Martin told Conan about this matter yesterday, so Conan was not surprised, but a little disappointed.But thinking that now he has real gin's hair, and the empty clip may have real gin's fingerprints, Conan is not so disappointed.

Conan checked these things again, and the marks he secretly made on them still existed, proving that they had not been replaced.Then he took the only valid photo of gin and walked out of the studio.

Conan lay idly by the dining table for a while, and Martin came out while talking on the phone: "Yes, the big detective is here...No, nothing happened...Let the big detective explain himself later."

Conan looked at Martin and saw the tail protruding from behind him flicking, and then he understood what it meant to come over and cut his pants.

Martin also looked at Conan: "Detective, your sister Xiaolan asked you, are you going back by yourself or is she coming to pick you up to school?"

"Ah..." Conan originally wanted to stay, wait for Dr. A Li to wake up, ask a few words, and have a breakfast made by Martin.Moreover, it was strange to run back to the office to get his schoolbag before going to school. He still wanted to be lazy.

But thinking about it carefully, if Mao Lilan came here to pick him up or give him a schoolbag, he would definitely be curious about what Martin has become today, even if he ran out early, he would have to come and take a look.

Then Conan glanced at Martin, with a pair of big fluffy ears on his head and a big restless tail behind him. With Xiaolan's character of liking small animals, he would definitely want to touch it.

And Martin, who is unscrupulous, will not only agree, but will definitely take advantage of Xiaolan in turn!
No!

Conan immediately had an answer, and said loudly: "I'll go back, right away!"

Fearing that Martin would tamper with his answer, Conan shouted so that Mao Lilan could hear his voice directly through the phone.

"Go back, go back, why are you so loud." Martin kicked Conan's ass: "The doctor doesn't know if he is up yet, you really don't think about others."

While talking, Martin took the gin photo from Conan, and handed a Polaroid camera to Conan: "Take the photo for me before you leave."

As a commemoration, Martin has the habit of taking photos to record his transformation every day. He has also taken photos in the past few days. Except for the day when he became Kudo Shinichi, he has no time to take pictures with the doctor's camera every day since he was a little corgi.

This is also something Conan doesn't understand: "What is the principle of your superpower? Why can the photos of the face be kept, but the photos of the fingerprints disappear?"

Having said that, even the drawings of the dog language translator and RoboCop that the doctor left behind according to the gourd painting, later found some structural distortions, or some designs were considered very delicate the day before, but the next day they looked at it again. Turned into a nonsense dream that violates physics.The doctor still needs to identify, modify, and redesign through his own knowledge level to reproduce the new dog language translator and RoboCop.

Conan is still obsessed with this point. If he can directly extract Gin’s fingerprints from Martin, then there is no need to take any risks. If Martin can still inherit Gin’s memory, it will be so cool that he can directly obtain all the information of the organization. up!
"Harmful." Martin waved his hand indifferently: "Superpower is just an idealistic thing. If you talk about principles with this thing, and you want to worry about card bugs, then you really..."

Click -!The flash was on, and Conan pressed the shutter, freezing Martin's gesture of closing his eyes and waving his hands in the photo.

The Polaroid camera quickly spit out a photo. Due to the long exposure time, Martin's waving hand became a phantom.

(End of this chapter)