Transform randomly in Kexue World

Wearing the Dean's Curse, the effect is to increase the running speed by 50%.

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As the saying goes, supernatural powers are not as good as karma. Even if Martin runs fast under the blessing of the Dean's Curse, he cannot escape three patrolmen on bicycles.

One of the patrolmen turned back and retrieved the fortune-telling banner that Martin had left behind.

"Can I have a larger portion of pork chop rice?" Martin suddenly asked on the way to the Metropolitan Police Department.

One of the older patrolmen said: "Young man, you were deceived by the TV show, and you don't have that kind of thing to provide. And you are not a prisoner to be interrogated. I just teach you the process of applying for a road use permit. Also, if you say that the robbery on the TV station is true, then please provide some clues, that's all."

"So didn't you catch me in a trap? I even called someone to come and get me..."

"... As expected of a young man, his movements are really fast enough."

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"Name." In the inquiry room, the police officer asked seriously.

"Martin, you can also call me 'Martin'."

"gender."

"Currently male."

The police officer stopped recording, habitually turned the fountain pen upside down, and tapped the end of the pen on the table: "Why, you might not be a man by tomorrow?"

The police officer really didn't understand why, when many people were being investigated, they would inexplicably not cooperate at this stage, such as, "Can't you see it yourself?" ', 'Do you want to touch it? ' like this, or 'do you believe me when I say I'm a woman? 'Such.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Martin nodded seriously.

"For example?" Seeing that the other party is not a criminal suspect, but a witness who cooperated with the investigation and provided clues, the police officer asked in a good-tempered manner.

"Like... a gunship?"

"It could be a Walmart shopping bag, too?" the officer asked rhetorically.

"Bingo√!" Martin snapped his fingers: "Uncle policeman is very good."

"American?"

"Obviously not. But I was in the state of traveling around the world some time ago, and the last stop before coming to Japan was the United States."

The police officer sighed: "Sir, on the one hand, according to the relevant requirements, this statement must record the detailed information of the participants, not only your information, but also my information will be filled in later; on the other hand, in order to ensure the proper acquisition of the statement, the interrogation process itself must also be recorded."

Speaking of which, the police officer pointed to the recording equipment beside him: "In other words, our conversation itself will also become part of the confession, so you can restrain yourself a little bit, can you have your own unique personality?"

Martin looked at the tape recorder and thought for a while: "That is to say, if the bank robber is arrested, our current recording will be played at the trial?"

The police officer thought for a while and said conservatively: "If the prosecutor or his lawyer questions this testimony, they may ask to play this recording in court."

In fact, in the police officer's mind, this possibility is infinitely close to zero. This is just an eyewitness report that provides clues about the criminal.

A person's conviction should have no impact, and no one in court will care about the transcript.But in order to make Martin normal, he tried to deceive Martin.

"That's so cool! Isn't it?" However, things backfired, and Martin's expression became more excited: "But everyone in the court must listen to my talk show verbatim?"

The police officer suddenly felt, why does his foot hurt a little?Oh, it turned out that I lifted a rock and shot myself in the foot.

Martin snickered: Burning newspapers at the grave is fooling you, uncle policeman, do you think I didn't call 'a catty of duck pear' in court?

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Martin, who was released after serving his sentence, saw Mao Lilan who came to pick him up, and excitedly opened his arms and hugged him: "Xiao Lan! I haven't seen you in prison for so many years, I miss me!"

Mao Lilan gracefully turned sideways and changed steps, avoiding Martin's menacing bear hug: "It's obvious that we just separated this morning, why do you have to say that you have been in prison for several years?"

Martin rushed to nothing, but hugged a more majestic body, and raised his head to meet Kogoro Mouri's stinky face: "You boy, when I called Xiaolan for help, I thought you had committed a big crime, but in the end you were just criticized and educated."

"It didn't seem like a trivial matter when they arrested me." Martin whined and complained: "Three police cars chased and blocked me. I thought I was breaking the rules of heaven."

"Come on, they are riding bicycles." Kogoro Mori rolled his eyes: "Officer Uchida is my former colleague. After he knew I knew you, he still complained to me about you. He can run on two legs as fast as they ride a self-study bike. He used all the experience of chasing speeding gangsters on you to catch you."

"A police bicycle can't be called a police car?" Martin was still stubborn, but then changed the topic: "But chasing speeding gangsters on a bicycle? Uncle's generation is really high-spirited."

"Of course, now you young people, hmph, it's not enough to watch." Mao Li Kogoro was proud at first, and then stared at him with half-moon eyes: "But when did you have such a good relationship with me, and you still call me uncle?"

"Of course it is now. Uncle came to rescue me when he heard that I was in trouble. Doesn't this prove that we have a good relationship?"

"Who said I was here to save you." Mori Kogoro smiled crookedly: "I came here to laugh at you at the first time. By the way, I would like to ask if you want to give your dog to my care."

Mori Kogoro is still thinking about using Martin's corgi named 'Shinichi' to reason for him to get lazy, obviously a certain corgi has been reasoning for him all the time.

"I didn't expect you to be such Uncle Kogoro!" Martin let go of Mori Kogoro, leaned on the fortune-telling flag with one hand and covered his heart with the other, with a heartbroken look, then raised his hand and made a gesture of dismissal: "Okay, uncle, take Conan home quickly. Xiaolan, Xiaolan~ let's go eat!"

Unexpectedly, Kogoro Mori stretched out his hand and grabbed Martin's shoulder forcibly: "What are you thinking about? Of course we are leaving together. I will treat you to dinner for Xiaolan!"

At the foot, Conan also grabbed Martin's trouser legs and stared at him with unfriendly eyes.

Even if there was no such thing as Martin's "getting into the game", Kogoro Mori would definitely follow along.After all (in the eyes of Mori Kogoro) daughter Xiaolan pulled Conan's ligaments to prevent him from following in order to prevent Conan from following him.So Mori Kogoro has to follow to see what's tricky in it.

In essence, when Martin was on the phone with Mao Lilan, what he expected was the same result as now.

Enough joking, the four of them finally left the gate of the Metropolitan Police Department. It was only after walking that Martin noticed: "Why is the big detective still limping?"

There are interrogative sentences on his lips, but Martin is as clear as a mirror in his heart, and there is no need to count the cause and effect.

Mori Kogoro, who was walking in front, explained casually: "This kid did splits in the air again."

"It's splitting in the air again, what a pity, big detective." Martin gloated and looked at Conan with loving eyes, and handed the fortune-telling banner in his hand to Conan: "No, Brother Martin, lend this to you to lean on. If someone asks you, you will say that you are a lame fortune teller."

A little bit of trivia is delayed, the first update will be posted, and the next update will be as soon as possible.

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Knowing that Martin was entertaining himself, Conan really felt that having a cane on him would make him feel better, so he reached out and took Martin's fortune-telling banner.

'Just' pulling the ligament again, Conan once again felt that the two legs were not his own at all, walking as if his thigh had been chopped off and two wooden sticks were inserted.If Martin hadn't suddenly tricked Xiaolan out for a dinner appointment, Conan would have been lying on the bed for three days and three nights without moving.

He grabbed the wooden stick, but Martin on the other side didn't let go. After pulling it for a while, Conan reacted and said sweetly in a cute and cute voice: "Thank you, Brother Martin!" After passing the fortune-telling flag on the pillar.

With the support on his hands, the pressure on his legs was much less, and the pain was also much less. Conan's brain, which was blocked by pain, suddenly cleared up, and then he suddenly realized what was wrong, and cast his eyes on Martin: Did Uncle just use 'Air Splitting Again'? 'again'!

Martin understood the message Conan conveyed in his eyes, and wrote back: Yes, what's wrong?

Conan stared: The day I was split in the air last time, you were 'Kudo Shinichi'!You said this to your uncle as 'Kudo Shinichi'!

The next day, when Martin met Mori Kogoro as Martin himself, the one who split in the air was 'Corgi Shinichi' who hadn't learned to walk at that time!

Ah?Martin realized that something was wrong. He thought for a while and squeezed his eyes: Uncle Maori is used to being sloppy. To him, you have split your fork for the second time. You didn’t even think about the first split. .

Conan: This...is also possible.

After the team call ended, Martin raised his head, only to find that Kogoro Mori, who was walking in front, was looking back at him with sharp half-moon eyes.

"You two are flirting, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Martin walked a few steps quickly, and stood side by side with Mori Kogoro: "I just lament that Conan is really restless, the last time I came to the office to visit Mr. Mori that morning, I also saw Conan limping out. "

Regardless of whether Mori Kogoro is really confused or not, let's make a patch to the plot first.

"Hmph, this kid..." Kogoro Mouri shook his head, wanting to say something.

Then his eyes fell on the fortune-telling flag that Conan was leaning on: "Martin, are you really good at fortune-telling, or are you a scam?"

"It will be true, but when you set up a hexagram stall, you are cheating money." Martin replied: "As the saying goes, secrets should not be leaked. One lottery is five hundred and one hexagram is five thousand. At this price, I want to buy it to show my magical powers." ? Then I’m too cheap. But if you add a ‘ten thousand’ after the price, then there’s no problem with Xunlong Dianzhu Town House to exorcise evil spirits.”

When Martin told the fortune of gin and vodka earlier, he didn't use any magical powers, he was just talking nonsense based on known information and some knowledge.

"Isn't it bragging?" Mori Kogoro didn't believe it: "Can you calculate the result of the horse race?"

"Yes, but my fee must be several times higher than the bonus."

"Hey." Mori Kogoro didn't believe it: "It's true... Well, here it is, here it is."

talking

, they have arrived at their destination, a small ramen restaurant with a modest appearance, nestled in the space under the viaduct.

Mao Lilan squinted with her hips on her hips: "Dad, has anyone invited someone to dinner and ended up going to a small ramen restaurant?"

In this day and age, the customers of ramen shops with such a small space are usually men or low-level laborers. It’s fine if they are familiar colleagues. Martin is just a friend who has just met. Such a small shop will give people the impression of being stingy.

"What do you know, this store tastes very good, it is my favorite store."

Mao Lilan looked distrustful: "Aren't your collection stores only all kinds of izakaya?"

"Ramen is very good. I will be distressed if I eat something that looks fancy but I can't get enough." Martin actually doesn't pick and choose as long as he has something to eat, so he opened the curtain and drilled went in.

"Moori, I haven't come here for a long time. Hey, what are you...?" The shop owner greeted Mori Kogoro familiarly, but then realized that Mori Kogoro didn't come alone this time.

But his eyes fell on the other guests brought by Mori Kogoro. There was nothing strange about the beautiful girls, but beside him was a boy wearing round sunglasses and a blue coat, holding a small bench in his left hand. Ordinary guy.Especially when Conan, who was walking in with a fortune-telling banner of "Ask and Fortune Telling", limped in, the expression of the shop owner was even more subtle.

He remembered that Mori Kogoro had been working as a detective these years, right?

"This is my daughter Xiaolan, this is Xiaolan's friend Martin, and this kid who is currently being fostered by my family." Mori Kogoro briefly introduced.

"Ah... oh!" The owner of the ramen shop looked at Martin and Mao Lilan, obviously misunderstanding something: "This is the first time that Mao Li brought his 'family' together."

The store owner pronounced the word 'family' very strongly.

"The only family member is Xiaolan." Mori Kogoro immediately emphasized, drawing a clear line with the other two.

"Yes." Martin agreed, "There is no Conan."

"And without you!"

"It's heartless, Ojisan."

Finally, we were seated under the delicate gaze of the store owner, and Kogoro Mori ordered for everyone.

While waiting for the ramen, the topic turned to Martin's ability: "Just now, Martin, you said that besides being able to calculate the number of a horse race, what else can you do?"

"There are many. Finding dragons and acupoints, subduing demons and eliminating demons, town houses and exorcisms are all proficient. I invite the king of heaven to build a tiger, and build a pagoda to suppress river demons."

"It's still subduing demons and eliminating demons. Are there really ghosts in this world?" Mori Kogoro said disdainfully.

"Sometimes there will still be." Martin turned his head with a smirk: "Is it Xiaolan?"