Transform randomly in Kexue World

"Okay, you great detective." On the other side of the phone was Gin's cold voice: "If this phone call is real, Gin

Didn't you just betray me and the doctor directly? "

Sure enough, it was Martin.

Conan squeezed out the next words from between his teeth: "Before I die, I can take your scourge and die together, and I can be regarded as helping the black organization to accumulate virtue."

You used a voice changer to call me early in the morning to scare me. I almost peed my pants. Are you wicked?

Do you know why your house needs to change location in a few days?Because if you stay one more day, someone will come to your door and beat you to death!

I want to smash you, smash you!

"But there is one thing you guessed wrong, it's not a voice changer." Gin's voice, to be precise, came from Martin's words again.

"It's not a voice changer... Wait, did you mean—?" Conan seemed to understand.

"Except for you, Dr. Ali and I have never heard that person's voice. How can we use a voice changer to imitate it? Hey, is the opposite person really a great detective? Could it be that the opposite person is playing with a voice changer?" Martin Jokingly said: "However, in terms of appearance, whether it is hair or clothes, they are quite similar to what you described, and now it seems that the voice is similar."

"You, you, you..." Conan hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, he dropped the phone heavily, jumped off the desk, and ran out the door.

Mao Lilan still didn't know what happened: "Conan, what's the matter?"

However, Conan didn't even have the mood to explain. When flying past Mao Lilan, he didn't forget to take off his schoolbag and throw it into the office.

"Lan, ask for leave for me, I won't go to school today!"

Conan ran for an hour and arrived at Dr. Ali's house. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes were firmly attracted by the black figure on the sofa.

Wearing a black wide-brimmed hat, with the brim and long bangs covering his eyes, leaving only a hard and stern face, and a black coat from head to toe, it is exactly the same as the gin in his memory.

If he hadn't heard in advance that Martin turned into gin today, if Conan saw this one as soon as he entered the door, he would turn around and leave without saying a word.

Of course, if possible, he would prefer to walk with the head.

The most convincing proof that this person is Martin and not Gin is that when Conan came in, he saw that 'Gin' on the sofa was holding a comb in one hand and grabbing his own hair with the other, combing his hair with a grin.

"What are you doing?"

"I got up in the morning and my hair was pressed, and when I moved around in a hurry, my hair was all tangled up." Martin replied with a voice as cold as gin, then looked up behind Conan, and sneered: "Why didn't you take Xiaolan with you?" Come? I also want to ask her how to arrange her long hair."

"She's going to school." Conan answered naturally, "I came here on leave."

Martin was taken aback, but of course he didn't show it on Gin's face: "Why do you still have to go to school? Didn't you already go to school yesterday and the day before yesterday?"

"So today is only Wednesday!" Conan felt puzzled: "I have to study five days a week!"

"Impossible!" Martin couldn't believe it. He had watched hundreds of episodes of Conan, and the ratio of those who went to school to those who didn't went to school was simply not like this!

Conan's IQ finally took over the high ground again: "Stop talking nonsense, so the reason you called so early in the morning was actually to trick Xiaolan into coming.

Help you comb your hair? "

"It can only be regarded as an additional purpose." Martin continued to comb his hair with grinning teeth, thinking whether he should go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of Rejoice or Pantene: "The main purpose is to inform you of this matter, you see, you are not in a hurry to die Are you running?"

In addition, his hut is likely to replace Gin's home. If Conan can help find Gin's home, he can find his hut.

"That's right!" Conan just remembered, he jumped onto the sofa and grabbed Martin's clothes: "Quick, tell me about the black organization!"

"Are you stupid? Didn't I say that I don't have the memory of the person I transform into?" Martin scolded coldly.

Conan froze.

"As for Gin's personal information, we can measure his height and weight later, but if you want to test my body tissue for blood type and DNA, unless the results are available today, those samples will disappear tomorrow." These Martin has experience in everything: "Fingerprint rubbings seem to disappear, why don't you try to draw one with a pen?"

Conan was lost and let go of Martin's sleeve.

If it was Little Corgi today, he would definitely see his big ears drooping in frustration.

"It's not that there is no information." Martin gave Conan a little hope, then put down the comb, opened the waistband of his trousers with his free hand, and glanced inside.

"This buddy is wearing Vigorous Dragon's men's boxer briefs, which are also pure black." Martin told Conan the confidential information: "Why don't you go find a counter and squat him for a few days?"

Conan: "..."

Conan was lying on the sofa with a hopeless expression on his face. Just now he thought he was one step closer to the organization, but in the end he got nothing... Quickly use your brain to think about how to use such a rare opportunity today'Qin liquor'?

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A cool guy in black with long silver hair strolls through the streets of Shibuya.

"Yangcai, look at that man, he's so cool. I bet he has eight pack abs."

"Eh? She doesn't seem to like to talk, it's not my style."

"Hey, if you wipe the drool off the corner of your mouth, I'll believe you."

"Hush! Don't say it, he's here!"

Martin, who was wearing a gin appearance, looked at the two young women dressed as hot girls.

Martin winked at them, raised his index finger and middle finger to his lips, and raised it lightly: "Boom~"

"Eaaah——!"×

Then they ran over in small steps: "Handsome guy, are you a star or a model?"

"Handsome guy~ change your phone number~"

Martin just stretched out a finger, and after they quieted down in doubt, he said, "It's [-] yen for a group photo, and [-] yen for your signature."

"..."×

Ten minutes later, 10 yen was in hand.

After sending the two hot girls away with a smile, Martin adjusted the earphones hidden under his hair and said, "Big detective... Shibuya has almost turned around, but I still haven't noticed anyone staring at me."

"Have you gained nothing?" Conan's voice came from the headset: "I mean other than money and women's phone numbers."

After thinking hard all morning, Conan only came up with a stupid way to use 'gin': let Martin walk around the streets to see if he could meet members of the black organization by chance.

Martin agreed after some consideration: on the one hand, he was looking forward to triggering the "plot" of Gin today, and on the other hand, he now has most of Gin's abilities except for the ability to take out the gunship. The strength should be greater than the overall strength of 'gin + undercover + drag', so I am not afraid of the risks brought by this method.

With Gin's keen perception and anti-reconnaissance ability, it is very simple to confirm whether someone is following and investigating him or to avoid leaving traces.

But this morning, like a surprise tour, Martin went around all the crowded places in Tokyo. He could feel that all the eyes staring at him along the way were basically nympho girls, occasionally nympho men, and black The eyes of the members of the clothing organization did not notice it at all.

It was Martin's whim, and by virtue of the beauty of gin, he made a small profit of [-] yen in one morning.

"Damn it, didn't you think those members of the organization don't usually go shopping? They have obviously been to the playground." Conan's depressed voice came.

"I didn't expect the big detective to investigate the organization. So far, there is no useful information." Martin complained. He looked up and saw that it was already eleven o'clock, thinking that Conan's bad move didn't seem to work. It's useless, and the 'plot' of gin can't be triggered by shopping.

"Detective, since your method is useless, try mine?"

"You have a solution?" Conan's tone was hopeless, and even a little worried.

Martin looked up and looked at the huge TV array hanging on a certain shopping mall building: "There is already a solution, but you may be more repulsive to the big detective."

As soon as Conan heard this, coupled with Martin's glorious history, he guessed the general direction, and his expression suddenly became serious, even though Martin couldn't see it: "I hope you can

Promise me: try not to kill anyone, try not to hurt innocent people. "

"Anxin, Anxin, I'm very sure, I mean... I'm quite proficient." On the face of 'Ginjiu', a hideous smile was drawn.

Somewhere tens of kilometers away from here, in a Porsche 356A, Gin suddenly felt a chill, as if a predator grinned at him in the dark.

……

Rimai TV Station is the only designated TV station of Kexue World.

A man with long silver hair and a black coat walked in and walked straight inside.

"This gentleman." The staff stopped him: "The front is the work area of ​​the TV station. People without a work pass or visitor pass are not allowed to enter."

Looking up at the stern face of the man in front of him, the staff member was under a lot of pressure.

Fortunately, the man stopped obediently: "Visitor pass...is this okay?"

While speaking, he reached into his pocket, and then slowly pulled out a banknote from his pocket.

The face of the staff changed again and again, a little tangled: [-] yen?Seems a little less?

Before the other party turned his back and refused, Martin moved his fingers and pushed away the stack of banknotes, showing its thickness, at least ten.

Gudong... The staff heard the sound of swallowing saliva, glanced furtively at the left and right colleagues, no one was paying attention, and then said solemnly: "Okay, your pass has been confirmed, please hang up the pass next time." on the body, so as not to be misunderstood by others.”

As he spoke, he took out a pass from himself and handed it to the man in black in front of him, as if the pass he had just obtained from the man in black had been checked carefully.At the same time as the handover, a roll of banknotes fell into his hand.

Martin didn't care about the impact of this silly thing on the image of gin. He took it and wore it around his neck and walked into the TV station. After looking at the map, he walked into the elevator

After Martin left, the staff member couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart, took out the roll of banknotes and opened it, and then his face changed drastically: it was a roll of counterfeit banknotes.

His expression suddenly became gloomy, and then he ran to the security room: "Just now a man entered the TV station with a forged pass, please go and stop him!"

But, this is just a TV station, not a military base. These security guards chasing after him will not have any impact on Martin's actions for the time being.

Taking the elevator, Martin quickly reached the third floor, and met his acquaintance Aki Asano. When passing by him, Aki Asano turned his head to look at him, and then quickly avoided his eyes—although he was handsome, Martin At this time, with a cold face, he entered the murderous mode, and Kudo Shin had to say it was terrible when he saw it.

Studio No. [-] is currently live broadcasting the noon news, and it has just begun.

Just as Martin opened the door and walked in, a staff member who was probably a director or someone else immediately got up and walked over, trying to stop Martin.

"Sir, this is the live broadcast room, did you go wrong...?"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the director's voice paused for a moment, and then he wondered if it might be a prop gun brought from the studio next door: "Sir, this is a live broadcast, please calm down."

The director lowered his voice and reminded again.

Martin directly raised his hand, and fired a shot at the ceiling at an angle. The deafening sound of the shot made the director tremble all over.The shattered ceiling dropped many pieces of wood and some sand.

Now the director knew if it was a prop gun.

The host of the noon news was very professional. When Martin entered the live broadcast room and had a conversation with the director, he continued to broadcast the news without looking sideways. Until the gunshot, he finally stopped and looked at Martin.

And Martin also pointed his gun at the beautiful hostess: "Robbery, neither money nor sex, just give me your place."

"I have an important piece of news to tell the audience in front of the TV."

Rena Mizumu:?

What news is Martin going to report? A. Missing person notice: "Where did you die, Vodka? Hurry up and pick me up!" B. Provocative declaration: "Rum, you are blind and bald! Some kind come to kill me!" C. Public confession: "Vodka, In fact, I am to you..."