Transform randomly in Kexue World

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?"

Chapter 3 Respect the old and love the young

Kogoro Mori was lying in the detective agency, just like Martin once did, with his feet on the desk, watching TV leisurely.

Jingle bell, the phone rang.

Stretching his arms hard, Moori Kogoro picked up the phone with some difficulty because his legs were resting on the desk, and said routinely: "Hello, this is the Mori Detective Agency."

"Dad..." A little girl's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Dad, what kind of father, I don't have a father like you." Mori Kogoro replied without thinking.

"Father!" The voice on the other side was an octave higher, making Kogoro Mori familiar: "I'm your daughter Mao Lilan! I'm calling you from Dr. Ali's phone now!"

The current landline phone does not have a caller ID, but Kogoro Mouri is miserable.

The higher the voice, the frightened Kogoro Moori was shocked, but Kogoro Moori finally recognized his daughter's voice: "Xiaolan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it may be because the voice of the phone is distorted, I thought it was a child calling Wrong call."

At Dr. Ali's house, Mao Lilan put Conan's bowknot voice changer aside, thinking, 'Sure enough, I'm a fool'.

It can only be said that since knowing that Conan is playing for Kogoro Mori, Kogoro Mori's last bit of majesty has disappeared in his daughter's heart.

Then he got down to business: "Dad, you agreed to visit the art gallery today, but you actually don't want to go?"

Kogoro Mori naturally didn't want to go.

However, his eyes fell on the corner of the metal desk, where the exaggerated depressions and fist marks made him afraid to speak his mind.

It's not that he is afraid that his daughter will beat his father, but that if Xiaolan is angry and won't cook for him, he can only go outside to deal with it.

"Ah, it's okay, we can go if you want to go, it's also good to go to the art gallery once in a while, accept the atmosphere of art, and refine your sentiment." Mori Kogoro said solemnly.

"Really?" Mao Lilan induced the confused father: "Actually, I reflected on it today. It may be too much to force my father who is not interested in art museums to go to art museums, so Dad, if you really don't want to go, just say Come out, it's okay."

Mori Kogoro looked at the fist marks on the table, hesitating.

Did Xiaolan really change her mind?

At some point, the big and small kings of the two playing cards fell out from under the coffee table, as if reminding Kogoro Mori: There is fried here!

But ah, my daughter is gentle and understanding. It is normal to understand that her old father feels as if he is being roasted in a boring place like an art museum, right?

It can be said that Mori Kogoro really doesn't want to go, even if he finds that there are ghosts here, he still wants to gamble.Besides, he felt that the winning rate was much higher than that of the steel ball.

"Indeed, let an old man like me go to a place like an art museum..."

As soon as Mori Kogoro showed his tone, Mao Lilan couldn't wait, and said like a cannonball: "Then you don't have to go! Also, I will have dinner with Conan at Dr. Ali's house tonight, Dad, you can think about it tonight Find a way."

"Du-du

——Beep-Beep——”

"Hello? Xiaolan? Dr. Agasa?" Mouri Kogoro was stunned, why did he become a loner?

……

When Xiaolan was on the phone, Martin was sorting the ingredients into the refrigerator in the kitchen, when a Conan came quietly.

"Martin, don't you...are you actually the kind of person who cherishes friends?"

Martin's movements paused, and then he continued to place the eggs one by one on the egg tray.

"What's the strange reasoning of the big detective?"

"You are guilty." Conan was determined, and then continued: "According to what you said, under the influence of superpowers in the past few years, you have changed your surrounding environment and interpersonal relationships every week or so. You only have a few days to remember everyone you meet."

"You become this kind of teasing personality, and it has something to do with it. Obviously you have an underlying psychology of not wanting to be forgotten by others, and wanting to impress others."

"It's a big mistake." Martin said calmly, "Is there a possibility that I just like to see other people's troubles, and think it's very interesting?"

"Life is short, enjoy yourself in time, young man."

"This doesn't explain why you are keen to keep us for dinner." Conan looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator and on the stove, and could see that Martin had prepared a lot tonight: "If you build your own pleasure on the pain of others The scumbags on the Internet can't be because Xiaolan has cooked for you, so she was thinking about inviting you back."

Conan's glasses are classic reflections: "So you actually cherish your friends, and you are afraid that your pranks will drive them away. You want to use the benefits of food to keep me and Xiaolan?"

"Tsk." Martin expressed his displeasure: "You have said that, if I deny it again, I will become a tsundere."

Then he freed his hand and rubbed Conan's head: "Since the big detective thinks so, then remember, I will treat my pranks as my love for you in the future, and don't turn your face."

Conan took a step back and looked at him warily: "Aren't you going to make things worse?"

He talked about this with Martin, obviously wanting Martin to restrain his pranks a little bit!

"The big detectives have said that, how can I show my love and care for you if I stop working hard?" Martin gave him a sinister smile.

"You will really lose us like this." Conan issued a warning.

Martin said it doesn't matter: "I've already lived in Dr. Ali's house, are you afraid that you will run away?"

Conan suddenly had a black line, so his argument was not valid from the beginning.

What else did Conan want to say, Mao Lilan had already finished the phone call and came over: "I have already agreed with my father, let's go to the art gallery next, and then come back for dinner together."

"You guys have fun." Dr. A Li said casually, yawning, and was about to get up and go back to the room: "I'll go to bed again."

An ashen-white hand rested on the doctor's body: "Doctor, if you continue to sleep, you won't be able to sleep at night. Come with us to the art gallery."

"Ah..." Dr. Ali was reluctant: "But Martin, I'm still sleepy."

Martin thought for a while and changed his strategy: "But doctor, if you sleep again, the day and night will be reversed, and then breakfast will become dinner, and dinner will become breakfast."

Dr. A Li blinked in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"However, a person who has just woken up cannot eat too rich and greasy breakfast, which will increase the burden on the stomach and cause insufficient blood supply to the brain." Martin began to alarmist: "So, although we are going to have a big meal tonight, But I can only serve the doctor a bowl of light and digestible porridge for breakfast."

Dr. Ali's eyes widened.You don't have to sleep, but you can't do without something delicious.

"So in order to welcome dinner, doctor, go wash your face and refresh yourself, then change your clothes and go out with us." Martin put Dr. Ali's shoulders and pushed him to the bathroom.

Conan looked at the interaction between Martin and Dr. Ali with a strange expression.

Suddenly realized that Martin really didn't use his high blood pressure operations on Dr. A Li.

It turned into RoboCop yesterday and was dismantled by Dr. A Li. It was completely dismantled by Dr. A Li without complaint.

Obviously still taking care of Dr. Ali today.

Is Martin really, as he said, a person who respects the old and loves the young?

Or should it be said: Respect the old at the top, love the young at the bottom, and catch the middle ones?

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After Dr. A Li finished taking care of it, the four of them walked towards the Mihua Art Museum in a group.

"I heard that the art museum has a history of 50 years!" The girl raised her index finger, recalling what she saw on TV: "The main theme of the exhibits is medieval art, or reflects medieval literature or The work of legend."

"The Middle Ages...then I'm relieved." Conan said suddenly.

Dr. Ali was a little curious: "What do you mean, Xin..."

"Hush!" ×2, Mao Lilan and Conan showed very nervous expressions at the same time, and motioned to Dr. A Li to shut up.

Dr. Ali was taken aback by the nervousness of the two of them.

"Doctor." Martin, who once again covered himself with a death-like cloak with a large hood, put the doctor's shoulder affectionately: "Remember to call him Conan outside, otherwise..."

The other arm drew a circle as if pointing the country, indicating the wide street where they were: "Maybe there is a member of the black organization hiding somewhere, and the big detective will be exposed directly?"

"It can't be such a coincidence?" Although Dr. A Li didn't believe it, he still nodded, indicating that he would remember.

"But what did the big detective mean when he said he was relieved? He shouldn't be targeting me, right?" Then Martin asked Conan again.

As a veteran of the whole job, he had a premonition that Conan wanted to give him the whole job.

"It's not about targeting, it's about caring!" Conan said decisively, and then there was a naughty snicker on his face: "I'm worried that it's easy for us to enter the art museum, but when we leave the art museum, we will be stopped by people. Said we took the museum exhibits out."

"At that time, a certain exhibit is waiting to spend the night in the museum."