A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

"here!"

Merlin waved.

The black-haired girl leaned out half of her body from the window on the second floor, and closed the window after waving her hand.

After 1 minute, she came out from the corridor.

Shokuhou Misaki looked up at the lettering on the window on the second floor - Mori Detective Agency.

After becoming a classmate in Didan High School, Mao Lilan took great care of their two younger classmates.Because of the fate formed in the previous case, she invited Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto to the Mori Detective Agency as guests.

Usually there is nothing else to do, so Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto came.

The connotation of this wide-area social practice is ambiguous. Teacher Mianbe from Tokiwadai Middle School did not give a clear goal, but vaguely asked them to search for some information related to people with supernatural powers during the practice.

"Hey, it turns out that the Poirot Cafe is here." Misaka Mikoto turned her eyes to the side of the street. The Mori Detective Agency is on the second floor, and the first floor is the cafe she ordered before. Sandwiches are the signature cooking.

"Ah, Mr. Amuro." Mao Lilan first greeted the young man in the apron around his waist in the coffee shop, and then looked at Misaka Mikoto, "I've been waiting for a long time!"

Toru Amuro is cleaning the floor outside the cafe.

The young man held a long-handled broom in his hand, and the morning sun fell on the nearly purple irises, leaving a dazzling spot of light.He looked too handsome and beautiful, like a bundle of bamboo pine.

Misaka Mikoto still has some impressions of Toru Amuro. Regardless of gender, people with superior appearance will always leave people with memories—for example, Shokuhou Misaki in the first year of junior high school.

"I haven't waited long." Misaka Mikoto looked back and smiled, "Thank you Mori-senpai for inviting us."

Shokuhou Misaki was carrying a delicate handbag, and she pressed the hardened piece at the bottom of the handbag - it was the various remote controls she had prepared.

The girl stared at Toru Amuro with starry golden eyes, she always had an elegant and reserved smile on her face, as if she was just maintaining the proper etiquette of a lady.

But for some reason, Toru Amuro felt confused after being watched.

It would be fine if he didn't know anything, but knowing that Shokuhou Misaki is the strongest spiritual superpower in Academy City, he will inevitably feel uncertain.

Who knows when he was caught off guard and brainwashed?It's impossible for him to wear a safety device on his head every day to prevent the interference of psychic abilities, right?

Shokuhou Misaki slightly narrowed her eyes, curling a strand of golden hair on her temples with her fingers wrapped in white gloves, she looked away as if she had been greatly pleased.

"You don't need to be a senior." Mao Lilan felt embarrassed, her face blushing, "Although I am a bit older, we are still in the same class. Just call me Mao Li or Lan."

"Speaking of which, it turns out that Misaka-san knows this coffee shop." Mao Lilan looked curious.

Misaka Mikoto explained: "When I first came to Tokyo, I ordered the delivery service from Café Poirot. The sandwiches were delicious...the delivery man I met at the time was still Mr. Amuro."

She is not used to calling Mao Lilan "Lan" immediately and intimately.

"It turned out that Mr. Amuro was the one who delivered the food." Shokuhou Misaki smiled, "Mr. Amuro, please make a trip."

Her tone was drawn out, seeming to mean something.

"No, this is what I should do." Toru Amuro made a decisive decision and held the doorknob of the glass door of the coffee shop, "The coffee shop still has to make preparations, so I won't bother you for now."

Misaka Mikoto kept smiling until Amuro closed the door and entered the coffee shop, and when Morilan turned around, she put away the smile on her face.

The brown-haired girl touched the back of Shokuhou Misaki's hand with her slender fingertips, causing an invisible tremor.She closed her fingers tightly, then loosened them again, and her palms were soaked with moisture.

Misaka Mikoto's voice fell into Shokuhou Misaki's ears, "Did you scare him?" She paused, "That Toru Amuro...what is his identity?"

Misaka Mikoto didn't realize it herself - she already knew Shokuhou Misaki to this extent.As long as she saw Shokuhou Misaki's expression and tone of voice, she could immediately realize that something was wrong.

The reason why they know her so well is probably because they are old enemies?

"I don't know." Shokuhou Misaki replied bluntly—this was beyond Misaka Mikoto's expectations.

Misaka Mikoto thought that Shokuhou Misaki at least knew something, otherwise she wouldn't have spoken in that inexplicable tone.

"Although I can easily figure it out if I use "Psychological Mastery". Shokuhou Misaka and Misaka Mikoto walked side by side, her shoulders touched Misaka Mikoto lightly while walking, her body froze for a moment, and the fingers holding the thin chain of the handbag tightened more and more.

"But that person, you can tell at a glance that he is not a simple person."

Perhaps because superpowers are spiritual, Shokuhou Misaki is more sensitive to the subtleties.

"Are you troublesome..." Misaka Mikoto nodded.

Out of her understanding and confidence in her strength, she wasn't too worried about safety issues.

They set foot on the corridor and followed Mao Lilan into the interior of the Maori Detective Agency.

The office is in a minimalist style, there are two sofas at the entrance, and a low table in the middle.Mori Kogoro's desk is near the window, and the light falls in through the clear glass window, making the man sitting behind the desk look deep and wise.

—if ignoring the magazine he held in his hand.

With a vision of 5.0 in both eyes, Misaka Mikoto saw the cover of the magazine at a glance - she was a young girl in cool clothes.

Ah this...

Mao Lilan showed an embarrassed expression.

She stepped forward and took a picture of the magazine in Mori Kogoro's hand, and gave her father a threatening and terrifying look.

Mori Kogoro was silent for two seconds, and immediately acted quite aware of current affairs.

"Ahem," he clenched his fist against his lips and coughed twice, "Are you Lan's classmates?"

After all, they are elders, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto pretended not to see what happened just now, and obediently greeted Mori Kogoro.

Misaka Mikoto looked around: "Isn't Conan here?"

If she remembered correctly, Edogawa Conan was staying at Maori's house.But it was clearly a holiday, and the elementary school student detective who was supposed to be at home was not in the Maori Detective Agency.

"Conan." Mao Lilan said, "Conan went to play football with the boys of the Detective Boys, and he should be back later."

As she spoke, there was a knock on the door of the Mori Detective Agency.

"Hey?" Mao Lilan was surprised, "Did Conan come back so soon after playing football... Could it be that he didn't bring the key?"

The person who opened the door was not Conan Edogawa as Mao Lilan thought, but a young man with squinting eyes and light brown hair.

The young man brought a pot.

Mao Lilan was stunned: "Mr. Okiya, this is...?"

"I made some beef stew with potatoes, and Dr. Ali sent some." Okiya Subaru put the deep iron pot on the coffee table, "There are still these, so I sent them here."

Mao Lilan looked a little embarrassed, "Why is this so embarrassing, it's too much trouble for you..."

"Usually I receive a lot of care from you, so it's not a big deal." Okiya Subaru paused, "These two are...?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Misaka Mikoto always feels that there are probing eyes on them.

Shokuhou Misaki was holding the remote control in her hand - not the remote control she brought, but the remote control of the TV in the Mori office.She didn't seem to be very interested in the program that was being broadcast, so she just pressed a button to tune the TV station and switched to another program.

She smiled and looked at Okiya Subaru: "It's the first time we met, I'm Moori's classmate, Shokuhou Misaki."

I have to say that the goulash with potatoes is pretty good.

If you want Misaka Mikoto to evaluate it, the taste is not worse than the maid of Luanran Home Economics Academy.

This sudden visitor, Subaru Okiya...how should I describe it?In Misaka Mikoto's view, he and Toru Amuro have "the same temperament".

In short, it is not a simple person.From this point of view, the Mori family and the people around them are actually a group of troublesome people.

When Edogawa Conan came back, the sky was already getting dark, and the twilight melted into the sinking air.

Edogawa Conan didn't come back alone, Haibara Ai came with him - Haibara Ai knew from Edogawa Conan that Misaka Mikoto will come to Mori Detective Agency today.

She couldn't tell what kind of emotion she was holding in her heart, most of them were guilt towards Misaka Mikoto, or she was guilty of guilt.

After all, she is also a participant in the "Railgun Mass Production Project".

"The water heater at Dr. Agasa's house is broken," Edogawa Conan explained why Haibara came over, "so she wants to borrow the bathroom."

"Of course." Mao Lilan readily agreed.

The beautiful black-haired girl suddenly showed a bright look on her face, she turned her head to look at Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto, "Why don't we go to the public bath together?"

Shokuhou Misaki raised his eyebrows: "Public bathhouse?"

Tokiwadai Junior High School also has public baths, but they are many private baths with compartments, which is different from public baths where everyone soaks in a pool.

Shokuhou Misaki has never been to a public bath, and even in the "Saijo Room", the lady has never taken a bath with others.

Misaka Mikoto didn't care, she went to the bathhouse with Shirai Kuroko, Uiharu Shiri, and Saten Ruiko, but when she saw Shokuhou Misaki's faintly resisting expression, she immediately spoke up.

"Ah, some people can't even swim." The girl had a provocative smile in her brown pupils, "Although it's a bathhouse, there's a possibility of drowning."

"what--?"

Shokuhou Misaki seemed to be angry, she pressed one hand on the soft cushion of the sofa, and leaned towards Misaka Mikoto, the delicate face like a doll was enlarged and appeared in front of Misaka Mikoto.

"It doesn't matter to me, it's fragile Misaka-san, in such a candid environment like a bathhouse, don't cry out because you are overly flat."

They didn't seem to realize how close they were when their anger surged—almost nose to nose.

If you get a little closer, maybe even the soft lips will touch each other.