Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 411 I think this Cleopatra still has her charm.
Conan: "Although I haven't seen it, I think you are obviously complicit."

"You have fought with a qigong master, so why can't you be considered a martial artist?" Martin was still confident, and then asked his substitute [Zavarudo] to turn on the light, and then walked to the doctor's computer with the floppy disk.

3.5 floppy disks, Martin played with them as toys when he was in preschool. He pushed the iron plate away and pulled the floppy disk body inside with his hands. Then all the floppy disks that were touched were broken.

Children who arrived late will not know what a floppy disk is. They only know that the icon representing 'save' in Word and other software is designed based on the shape of a floppy disk.

"Can I use your computer?" Conan suddenly asked. He thought that Martin's computer had an artificial intelligence called Moss that could help analyze whether there was any hidden content in the files.

"My laptop doesn't have a floppy drive interface, it only has an optical drive."

This is very common, including Itakura Taku's laptop, which also did not have a floppy drive and was connected to an external drive for operation.

In another 5-10 years, even host computers will no longer have floppy drives as standard equipment.

Pushing the floppy disk into the interface, there was a small but crisp click. Conan hurriedly rushed to operate the mouse. Martin happened to be uninterested and let him read it by himself.

Who is a serious person who keeps a diary? Who can write down his or her inner thoughts in a diary? How can what is written be considered true to the heart? It's called Death Message on this set.

In fact, it’s a lie. The real reason is purple evil spirits, vampires, etc. It feels like a very scary comic.

Xiaolan looked around: "Why is Martin-kun the only one here? Where are the others?"

"That's it."

"The doctor has been very energetic recently and is making inventions again. He is inventing new weapons for the great detective." Martin pointed in the direction of the workshop, and then pointed to the rooms of Haihara Ai and Miyano Akemi: "Xiao Ai is trying to teach Tuji. Reading and writing Chinese characters, Sister Mingmei is watching the fun."

It was inconvenient for Martin to go out during the day, so his original plan was to organize a dinner party. Although the only people he could think of for a while were Xiaolan, Sonoko and Sonoko's sister, Kuroba Kaito probably couldn't be called. Kyogoku Makoto last time Hearing Sonoko say that he is training himself by playing gymnastics all over the place, Hattori Heiji...it's quite embarrassing.

"Watch the show with the curtains closed in the room. The first thing I watch is this series." Martin pointed at his face with his thumb: "DIO!"

"Yeah." Martin shrugged, without the temperament of a villainous boss: "Xiao Ai thought that although Tuji couldn't speak with his intelligence, he should be able to read and write, so he tried to teach him to read and write in order to facilitate communication."

"Reading and writing?" Xiaolan blinked: "Rabbit?"

When asked about Martin's attitude, he thought it would be more reliable to wait until Dr. Ali's 'Dog Traffic Channel' was completed and upgraded to all species.

"What did Mr. Martin do today?" Xiaolan asked.

But I don’t know what Huihara Ai said to Tuji in his ear, which really convinced the child-like Tuji to learn to read and write from her. She didn’t stick to Martin much for most of the day.

Conan was still reading Itakura Zhuo's diary, but he had not yet discovered the hidden content in the diary: "They are all boring things."

However, Mouri Kogoro came to visit for work, and Xiaolan sent an email and could not attend, so Martin gave up.

Normally Martin would not be too rigid about the identity and lines of the character he transforms into, but as he just finished watching the second series today, he is currently in the process of tying knots in his DNA.

"Well... let's forget it." Xiaolan thought for a while and declined politely: "I usually have to study and don't have much time to read comics."

Shuichi Akai? There's a man I don't know.

"Xiaolan, do you want to read it? I have both animations and comics here."

Before Conan and Xiaolan came, Martin went to their room to visit Ban, and saw that Tuji had already developed mosquito-repellent incense eyes, and was somewhat in a negative state.

Martin didn’t know either: “There should be a chance, maybe.”

"Can you learn it?" Xiaolan asked curiously.

Speaking of dog language translator, a technology that was started on the second day after Martin arrived here, it has not yet been realized. The main reason is that Dr. Ali is waiting for the technological upgrade of the chip industry, and the existing chips cannot bear the responsibility of dog language translator. Translation performance requirements, and if Dr. Ali wants to climb this technological mountain by himself, he must first develop a photolithography machine. Therefore, it is more comfortable for Dr. Ali to wait for external technological progress.

Sensing Xiaolan's thoughts, Martin released [Zavarudo], stood behind Xiaolan and tapped her shoulder.

"Huh?" Xiaolan thought it was Dr. Ali or Miss Mingmei who silently walked behind her, but when she turned around, she found that there was no one behind her.

Most of the avatars cannot be seen by ordinary people, even though the humanoid avatar [The World] wearing golden armor stood in front of her, and then tapped her shoulder.

Xiaolan started to get scared, and the upper half of her face was shrouded in shadow.

Difficult, difficult, is it—an evil spirit!
"Ma, Mr. Martin...is there anyone else at home?" Xiaolan asked with a trembling voice.

"A stand-in is a superpower that is completely controlled by the user and cannot be seen by ordinary people. If Xiaolan encounters a similar phenomenon, it must be Martin's fault." Conan was still reading the diary of Itakura Zhuo. He said without replying.

Xiaolan's horrified eyes immediately turned into a death stare towards Martin. The same expression shrouded the upper half of her face in shadow, but the emotion expressed was completely different.

Hey, this great detective still doesn't forget to cause trouble when reading the diary, right?

Martin glanced at Conan, coughed dryly, and changed the subject: "By the way, although the dinner has not yet been organized, Sister Mingmei has already bought the planned ingredients in the morning. You know, although most of them will be kept in the refrigerator for three to five days. It doesn’t matter, but eat it while it’s fresh if you can.”

"so……?"

"Tomorrow." Martin approached Xiaolan: "Will there be time?"

The straightforward invitation made Xiaolan a little embarrassed. It was hard to say what would happen tomorrow. On the other hand, as Martin came closer, Xiaolan felt shy.

Dior Brando's facial features are three-dimensional, with a high nose bridge and prominent brow bones. He is a typical European and American handsome guy. And her temperament is called "beautiful appearance" and "enchanting and sexy". After becoming a vampire, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to penetrate deep into people's hearts. His golden hair, fair skin, almost transparent, and his whole body exuded a strange and charming aura, making it difficult for people to think that he was a man.

"You'll come, right." Martin's voice was low and magnetic, making people feel unusually peaceful, with a dangerous sweetness.

Although the soul under the skin is a friend who has long been familiar with his nonsense, this handsome body is indeed strange and new to Xiaolan. As Martin got closer, Xiaolan had turned her eyes to the blank space on the wall to the side, trying hard not to let her eyes come into contact with Martin's body - Martin was still naked from the waist down.

Conan was still reading the diary at first, but he didn't feel that anything wrong was happening behind him just because of the sound. But then Xiaolan's delay in answering made him feel a little concerned. Coupled with some intuitive warnings, Conan reluctantly put down Itakura Taku's diary and looked back.

As a result, he saw Xiaolan's back pressed against the wall as she retreated step by step, while the shirtless rogue Martin Brando was still pressing forward step by step, as if he was preparing for a wall-dong.

In fact, Martin wanted to discuss with Xiaolan again, let him suck a little bit of her blood, and then try the Sigao Ni Hi Iron Duck!
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you going to do!" Conan was anxious, jumped off the stool and ran over.

However, after a burst of special sound effects compounded with the sound of a mechanical clock, Conan, who was about to walk in front of Martin, returned to a place five steps behind him.

Hey, people are always moving, right?

Conan took five more steps, and then returned to his original position after a burst of special sound effects.

What to do now? Conan did not move this time. He crossed his arms and stared at Martin to think of a solution.

As a result, the next moment, he had returned to the chair in front of the computer, with the computer screen in front of him.

If I don’t walk, why don’t you move! ?
"There are large gaps between the diaries, and perhaps hidden words are written in white fonts." Martin's voice came.

Hearing the magical voice, Conan felt a sense of peace of mind. He subconsciously followed the other person's voice and picked up the mouse to select the blank part between the two paragraphs.

The selected paragraph turns dark blue, with white text emerging from it.

"It's actually true!" Conan said in surprise, and then concentrated on reading the secret contents hidden in Itakura Taku's diary, as if he had forgotten what just happened.

Xiaolan: "..."

……

Ctrl+F to open the search, check 'Use wildcards', select 'Font' in 'Format', and set it to white.

In the search box, type a '?' in English format to represent any font.

In this way, all white fonts will be found.

{December 12th. I'm so tired... If I continue like this, I might be killed one day...}
{February 2. The deadline for delivery is coming...I plan to hide the unfinished software and the check for the same amount as the remuneration next to the computer in the villa, and then escape abroad...The email notifying me of the delivery time and location will be in It will be mailed at 9 midnight five days later. During this period, I must find a way to escape...}
{February 2. …We can be both of God and the devil.Since we're trying to raise the deadagainst the stream of time.}
{As soon as the woman finished speaking, the cat barked loudly behind her, and she hung up the phone impatiently...}
After reading the diary, Conan's expression was not good.

"We are gods and demons, because we want to go against the flow of time and revive the dead." He frowned and translated the sentence in English. From this sentence, it seems that the purpose of the black organization...

"The loser eats the dust... It's useless! Zavarudo is the strongest substitute!" Martin fell seriously ill behind him.

"That's not the point! The point is that Mr. Itakura is still developing software for the black organization!" Conan said loudly.

Martin pondered: "Indeed, we originally thought he just accepted deposits from three families at the same time and ran away, but we didn't expect that he turned out to be a domestic slave with the fourth surname."

"That's not the point!" Conan was really anxious.

I originally thought that the intersection between Itakura Taku and the black organization was just that he broke up with Tequila two years ago, but I didn't expect that Itakura Taku had been developing software for the organization until recently.

In this way, if the organization learns about Taku Itakura's death and learns that someone has come into contact with Taku Itakura's diary, computer and other items during the investigation, will it...

Wait a minute... This guy is the DIO today! Conan suddenly thought of a key question, so he panicked! Shouldn't it be the black organization that plans to escape?
Sensing the fiery gaze Conan was looking at him, Martin felt uncomfortable and covered his chest: "What's the matter with the way you, the man of pillars, look at the bun?"

"At 2 o'clock in the middle of the night, five days after February 9th - that's tonight! Tonight is the day when Mr. Itakura will negotiate with the organization!" Conan explained: "Martin, come with me to see Mr. Itakura in the group A villa in Ma County!"

"February 2th...five days later...tonight?" Martin thought for a while: "Today is Valentine's Day?"

Conan shook his head.

"So tomorrow is Valentine's Day?"

Xiaolan shook her head.

"Forget it, I asked unnecessary questions." Martin shook his head. Just when he was about to decide about going to Gunma, Dr. A Li opened the door of the workshop and ran out, holding a strange-shaped belt in his hand. Later, when he saw Conan, his eyes lit up: "Shinichi! You are here just in time, come and try the new equipment I made for you!"

Football belt, a prop used with foot strength-enhancing shoes, a killer weapon in the theater version. Press the button on the belt to shoot the football. Football is a plastic product, so the size of the ball can be adjusted freely. Dr. Ali said it can become as big as a hot air balloon, but it can only maintain its shape within 10 seconds of popping up.

Originally, Conan was quite critical of the shape and name, but after actually experiencing it once, Conan immediately said it smells great. With this prop and the foot strength-enhancing shoes, he felt that he could fight in black without Martin's intervention. Organized.

Of course, feelings are just feelings, and often become illusions.

If you want to take this opportunity to investigate the organization's clues, of course you have to bring Martin along.

Although Martin would not help him take the initiative to deal with the black organization even if he was powerful, I believe Martin would not sit idly by if he encountered danger.

"Hmm..." Martin thought for a while: "Suck some of your blood for me, and I will go with you."

"Ah?" This request was somewhat beyond Conan's expectations, and then he became frightened: "You are not sucking other people's blood for three meals today, are you?"

The doctor's blood may be old and greasy, and Martin probably won't do it.

But Conan suddenly remembered that he had not seen the Miyano sisters at all since he came tonight. He suddenly imagined in his mind the Miyano sisters hugging each other tremblingly, while Martin spread his claws like a big bad wolf and screamed. "Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie" laughs while revealing a ferocious look full of fangs.

(End of this chapter)