Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 8 Chapter [-] Overnight at the Office

At night, it was already pitch black outside, Mao Lilan, Martin, and Conan were playing poker at the coffee table in the office.

"Yes Q."

"I'm sorry."

"To 2, I only have four cards left, please start your bomb show."

"Four 7s, sister Xiaolan still has sixteen cards, can you still beat us? You can beat me with sixteen cards, I, Edogawa Conan, will eat this deck of cards on the spot!"

After Martin taught them how to fight the landlord, this was already the fifth battle, and of course the first four were all won by Mao Lilan.Moreover, the evil Martin never called the landlord, which caused Conan to fail miserably either as a landlord, or as a farmer and Martin.

Finally seeing the dawn of victory this time, Conan couldn't help launching a charge declaration.

"Really?" Martin asked casually.

"Liar is a puppy!" Conan also replied casually.

Then Martin asked again: "Then let's take a bigger gamble, such as eating a table or something."

Conan turned his head and looked at Martin in surprise: We two farmers are on the same team in this game!Why do you look like you're digging me?
"Hmm~" The evil landowner Mao Lilan sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugged a pillow between his legs, rested his chin on the pillow, and looked at Conan with mocking eyes: "Are you sure, Conan? "

Conan suddenly felt a little cold on his back, and tightened the small quilt wrapped around his body.

Without making Conan wait too long, Mao Lilan drew out a card: "Four Kings."

"It's just a bomb, sister Xiaolan still has [-] cards." Conan remained calm, for nothing else, just with the loose cards in his hand, he was sure that there would be no bombs on the field now.

Then Conan saw that Mao Lilan directly put the deck of playing cards in his hand on the table.

What's the meaning?Throw in the towel?Conan looked at the cards on the table in surprise.

J、J、J、10、10、10、9、9、9、8、8、5。

"Airplane." Mao Lilan calmly announced the victory: "Conan, would you like some sauce?"

Martin was also on the sidelines, rereading what Conan confidently said before the game started: "Hmm~! Only ordinary people will pin their victory on luck. For detectives, poker is a game of mathematics and strategy. .”

Conan tugged at the small quilt again, wanting to hide himself in the quilt to escape reality.

However, the little quilt was ripped away again.

Martin pulled the quilt that was warmed by Conan, put it on his body and lay down on the sofa: "I'm going to bed, Conan, be careful not to choke yourself, but don't drink too much water and wet the bed at night."

Conan looked at Martin, and then raised his head. Mao Lilan was clearing up the poker on the table. After finishing, the whole stack of poker was pushed in front of Conan: "Dinner, please."

Conan: "..."

"Liars are puppies," Martin, who had closed his eyes, reminded him.

Conan: "..., Wang."

Then Mao Lilan tidied up the room and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

"Are you really not going up? Conan?" Mao Lilan confirmed.

Conan occupied another sofa, facing Martin from afar.

"No, I want to accompany 'Brother Xinyi'."

Conan wanted to witness Martin's superpowers with his own eyes, and he planned to stay up all night, staring at when the sleeping Martin would transform.

To put it bluntly, Conan is still suspecting that Martin was sent by the black organization to get rid of him. Regardless of how the house was lost, this Martin may not have any superpowers, but simply changed his appearance.

Naturally, Martin was sent by Conan. He estimated that by tomorrow morning, he would probably return to his little bed at home and be woken up by the alarm clock. Generally disappear without a trace.And I will usher in a new day and a new identity, and start a new adventure.

Conan didn't know what Martin was thinking, he just looked at Martin who had closed his eyes and said, "Martin...you seem to be really good at adapting to the environment."

It’s okay to pretend to be Kudo Shinichi and have a meal, or watch TV casually like Mori Kogoro, or now, you can lie on the sofa very peacefully without even turning off the lights.The impression that Martin left on Conan was not only hateful, but also an adaptability that was different from ordinary people.

It's like a liquid cat that can be put into any shape container.

Martin closed his eyes: "If you also have superpowers like me, and have experienced thousands of incredible adventures since you were a child, you have traveled north and south, crushed your legs on the train track, and drank water in the Ganges River. Then You might be better at adapting to any life than I am."

Conan turned off the lights in the office, but left a small night light on: "It's hard to imagine, can you tell me about your experience?"

"Well... let's take sleeping for example. When I became a primitive man, I slept on a whole stone with only a layer of animal skin; when I became an Eskimo, I slept in an igloo, no matter how thick the leather was, Couldn't warm it up in there; another time my house turned into a bridge, so I had to sleep under the bridge." Martin's voice was a little muffled.

"Any more?"

"Yes, the wooden house in the hot jungle, next to the crater, among a group of boa constrictors..." Martin's words dragged on, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"anything else?"

"..."

"Martin?"

"Zzzz..." Only a slight snore remained.

Conan sighed silently, sat on the sofa opposite Martin, wrapped in another small quilt, and stared at Martin seriously.With the dim light of the night light, he could vaguely recognize the outline of Kudo Shinichi on that face.

It's clearly my own face, but the more I look at it, the more disgusting it becomes. I have an urge to punch him, damn it.

It was late at night, and Conan stared at Martin's face, his concentration began to blur, and then he yawned.

No, I can't relax my vigilance, maybe when I am distracted, this liar will suddenly get up and change his appearance, and then call it a so-called superpower.

I want to stare at him firmly, just like a hunter stares at his prey.

like a hunter...

like a... hunter...

like a... hound...

Zzzzz...Zzzzz...

……

At the end of the night, the sky is bright, when the east is dawning.

After all, the sofa is not as comfortable as the small bed, so Martin still woke up early without an alarm clock.

The old rules, first touch the head and then touch the face, a normal person's head and a normal person's ears, today I am a normal person.

Then he opened his eyes and looked around and the sofa under him: Yo, am I still in the Maori Detective Agency?

But when he got up and looked down, the clothes he was wearing were no longer Kudo Shinichi's high school uniform, but ordinary uniforms, which looked familiar, and Martin felt that he had worn them before.

Putting on his shoes, Martin walked to the window of the office and looked out through the window. The street outside was also a familiar scene, and the building opposite was no different from yesterday. In the future, Gin will attack Maori in the small building opposite Kogoro.

It seems that the office has not been taken to a strange place.

So why do Maori detective agencies still exist?Am I still the character in "Detective Conan" today?

There is a bathroom in the office that can be washed, and Mao Lilan also helped to prepare toothpaste, toothbrush and towels for the guests.

Pushing open the door, Martin saw his own appearance in the mirror—rarely, it was a face he was more familiar with, and it was Martin's own face.

Turning around in front of the mirror to check, there are no horns on the head, no tail behind, flesh and blood without screws, it seems that there is really nothing special about me today.

"Could it be that today's identity is abnormal?" Martin thought again, there have been similar situations occasionally, although he looks like a normal person on the outside, in fact he has become a king who is about to be crowned, hidden in the crowd An undercover agent, or a Kamen Rider passing by.

After washing up, when Martin walked out of the bathroom, he saw that Mao Lilan had come downstairs and was about to put away the quilt he put on last night: "Hey, good morning, Xiaolan."

Mao Lilan turned her head and saw a male youth who seemed to be a few years older than herself. From head to toe, except for gender, he couldn't get in touch with yesterday's "Xin Yi", but it was not surprising because Martin had reminded him , just asked uncertainly: "Is it Mr. Martin?"

"It's me, and it's still relatively rare, brother Martin who appeared in the form of the body." Martin put his hands on his hips.

Mao Lilan looked at Martin curiously, but she was more concerned about another question because she had other things on her mind: "Mr. Martin, have you seen Xin... have you seen Conan?"

When she walked into the office, she was shocked to find that there was no one on the two sofas. She was afraid that an accident had happened, such as Shinichi being taken to the North Pole by Martin.

"Isn't it on the other sofa?" Martin looked over, but saw that there was only a crumpled quilt on the other sofa, and Conan was nowhere to be seen.

What's happening here?Martin walked over, picked up the quilt and shook it.

A pair of glasses and a bow fell out and fell on the sofa cushions.

"These are Conan's glasses and bowknot?" Mao Lilan was even more surprised. Why were these things scattered in the quilt? Did Conan suddenly evaporate?
Martin picked up the glasses and looked at them, and found that the glasses were different from his impression. Although they were similar in shape, they seemed to be much smaller, only half the size of Conan's pair of glasses.

The disappearing Conan, the shrinking glasses, and myself who seems to be a normal person today.Martin suddenly thought of a possibility.

Then Martin looked around, and after unsuccessfully searching under Mori Kogoro's desk and behind the cabinet, he bent down and lay down on the ground: "Hey!"

Under Mao Lilan's surprised gaze, Martin reached under the coffee table and took out a corgi?

(End of this chapter)