A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

There is no need to get up early on weekends when there is no school.

On the big bed made of two single beds, two girls who slept together were still sound asleep.

The queen's long golden hair was scattered between the pillow and the quilt, and flowed down smoothly along the window eaves.

The lights in the room were not turned on, only the dazzling sunlight in the early morning poured into the room through the gaps in the curtains, filling the bedroom with twilight.

Dazzling light spots fell on Shokuhou Misaki's eyes, and the girl moved her thick golden eyelashes uncomfortably. Her eyes, accustomed to the darkness, could not adapt to the harsh sunlight for a while, so she subconsciously raised her hand to cover her eyes.

This action startled the sleeping Misaka Mikoto.

"...Did you wake up so early?" When she just woke up, Misaka Mikoto's voice seemed a little vague, full of drowsiness.

"Woke up by the sun."

The fingers covering the eyes opened a little, revealing a bright honey color under the slender fingers, which is the color of a girl's iris.

"It's so strange." Shokuhou Misaki let go of his hand, lay flat and raised his eyes to look directly at the ceiling, which was a snow-white color without any impurities, "I don't know why... I always have a bad feeling .”

"Is there any bad premonition?" Misaka Mikoto was in a state of distress, noncommittal.

She turned over and lay on her side facing Shokuhou Misaki, covering her face with a quilt, only showing her beautiful brown hair.

"It's impossible for the school to suddenly inform you that you will have class today, right?" Misaka Mikoto, who had her face covered in the quilt, made a joke.

People with superpowers in the psychology department usually trust their inexplicable intuition. Shokuhou Misaki stared at the snow-white ceiling and thought for a while, feeling that there seems to be no sign of anything going to happen recently. Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with them The relationship is right.

but……

"Misaka-san, it's past nine o'clock."

Shokuhou Misaki sat up, and lifted the quilt maliciously, revealing Misaka Mikoto wearing pajamas printed with guata cartoon patterns.The warmth that enveloped her suddenly evacuated, and the slightly cold air rushed in. Misaka Mikoto trembled, opened her eyes and glared at Shokuhou Misaki.

"what!"

"It's already nine o'clock," Shokuhou Misaki said confidently, "Shouldn't you be waking up at this hour?"

Misaka Mikoto endured her anger: "...But, today is the weekend."

"Isn't it time to get up on weekends?" The blond queen smiled and rolled her eyes, not paying any attention to Misaka Mikoto who was getting angry.

The queen lifted her sideburns with her slender fingers and pinned them behind her ears. She bent down with a smile, and her soft lips and skin parted as soon as they touched her, showing the queen's love.

The moment Shokuhou Misaki approached, Misaka Mikoto subconsciously closed her eyes.She held her breath for a moment, then opened her eyes helplessly, propped up her body and sat up.

After being disturbed by Shokuhou Misaki, the last drowsiness completely dissipated.

……

After washing up, Misaka Mikoto stepped on soft slippers and walked into the living room. The kitchen is open, and the utensils used for cooking are placed on the cooking table.

Although it is a weekend, the person in charge of the apartment will also deliver nutritious meals prepared in advance-but breakfast is not included.

So Misaka Mikoto can only do it herself, and take care of the electronic idiot Shokuhou Misaki by the way.

Shokuhou Misaki yawned, and turned on the TV hanging on the living room wall, and the morning news was playing on the screen.

The bread machine dinged, and the baked bread slices popped out and landed on the white porcelain dinner plate.Misaka Mikoto took the condensed milk and squeezed it on the slice of bread, then poured the heated milk into the glass.

Shokuhou Misaki's expression gradually became serious when he heard the news being played on the screen, and Misaka Mikoto subconsciously cast his gaze over there.

The beautiful hostess on the screen broadcast the news seriously: "Today, a serious explosion occurred in the venue where the summit will be held..."

The surveillance video of the explosion was played on the small screen on the upper right. A little dazzling gold flashed away in the thick gray-black smoke, and then it was shrouded in black smoke again.

"Toru Amuro?" Misaka Mikoto said in surprise, "If I'm not mistaken, it is indeed him, right?"

Although it was only for a short moment, the iconic blond hair and slightly darker skin color were definitely Toru Amuro.

"It's true that he is right." Shokuhou Misaki nodded, "But why did he just appear at the explosion site?"

"No matter what the reason is, isn't his real identity the Japanese police?" Misaka Mikoto tapped the table lightly with her fingertips, "It's definitely impossible for him to do the explosion."

"It's probably about tracking down the clues of the explosion..." Shokuhou Misaki frowned slightly, "Could it be that today's explosion is my bad premonition?"

"You're thinking too much." Misaka Mikoto said in a relaxed tone, and took the white porcelain plate with bread slices out of the cooking table, and placed it on the table, "—let's have breakfast first."

After Shokuhou Misaki opened the chair and sat down, Misaka Mikoto continued to speak: "This explosion has nothing to do with us, even if your premonition is very good, it should have nothing to do with this matter."

"Not necessarily..." The queen chewed the slices of bread dignifiedly, "It has something to do with Amuro Toru, and most likely it has something to do with Edogawa Conan."

Generally speaking, when a thing is said by people, it is usually a good spirit and not a bad spirit.

In the afternoon of the same day, Misaka Mikoto received a message from Suzuki Sonoko that Mao Lilan's father, Mori Kogoro, was regarded as a major suspect in the summit bombing.

As Mao Lilan's classmate and friend, such a big thing happened in her family, they had to go and see her.

But it was a bit late when the news was known by Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto.It was already evening when they arrived at the Maori Detective Agency.

At dusk, the orange-red light falls obliquely, the buildings on the street are dyed brilliant colors, the reflections of the utility poles are elongated, and the wind chimes in front of the Poirot Café emit an ethereal sound when the bell tongues strike because of the evening wind. echo.

Toru Amuro, who worked as a waiter in Poirot, was not in the cafe. He wore an apron around his waist and silently cleaned the ground outside the door of Poirot's Cafe.

The handsome young man's face still had obvious traces of bandaged wounds, which were probably caused by being affected by the explosion site.

Conan Edogawa happened to come down from the second floor leading to the detective office. Mr. Detective frowned in thought, then raised his head and stared at Toru Amuro's back while cleaning.

Amuro Toru, who noticed his gaze, suddenly stopped moving, he turned his face slightly, and looked at Edogawa Conan calmly.

But it didn't take long for this stare to be broken.

Edogawa Conan noticed the arrival of Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto.

"How's the situation now?" Misaka Mikoto asked.

Suzuki Sonoko had only sent them a message that Mori Kogoro was listed as a suspect earlier, but what happened afterwards was too complicated, so Suzuki Sonoko had no time to reply to the message, so they don't know what happened to Mori Kogoro now.

Edogawa Conan remained silent, and spoke after a while: "...Uncle was arrested as a major suspect."

"However, I don't think the truth of the matter is like this, right, Mr. Amuro." Edogawa Conan paused, looking straight into Amuro's eyes.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

Amuro Toru's cleaning action froze for a moment, and then continued to clean as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Amuro, did you go to the summit site to do a security check? You are aware of the possibility of an attack, but you are afraid that the bombing will be treated as an accident." Edogawa Conan's tone sank completely, "So, You made up a suspect."

And the suspect is obviously Kogoro Mori.

"By relying on your status as a police officer Kakazami, it is easy to forge the documents and fingerprints in the computer." Edogawa Conan's tone gradually became angry, "Why are you doing this?!"

"Because," Toru Amuro turned his back to Conan Edogawa, staring at his own face reflected in the glass window, "I have something that I want to protect with my life."

"Hmm..." Misaka Mikoto looked at Shokuhou Misaki hesitantly, and whispered, "Is this something that can be said openly in front of us?"

"Anyway, I have turned my head over again. Are they any different from being naked in front of me?" Shokuhou Misaki laughed, "In that case, what else can I not say?"

Shokuhou Misaki didn't control the volume when she spoke, so Toru Amuro and Conan Edogawa turned their heads to look at her very synchronously.

Although they vaguely knew in their hearts that their memories had probably been reviewed, but when this matter was confirmed by the perpetrator, they would inevitably feel a little fluctuating... Who didn't hide some secrets in their hearts?This feeling of being stripped naked in front of Shokuhou Misaki is not good at all.

Toru Amuro's eyes paused on Misaka Mikoto for two seconds, then he opened the glass door and walked in.

Edogawa Conan's gaze shifted from Shokuhou Misaki's body to Misaka Mikoto's body, and then he became thoughtful.

"So... what is the specific situation?" Misaka Mikoto couldn't help asking, "What about the computer files and fingerprints?"

"Because the uncle's fingerprints were found at the scene of the explosion, the police came to search the office." Edogawa Conan let out a sigh of relief "The police officer Kazami who was in charge of the search found a gas plug connected to the uncle's computer. Switch access records."

"Gas plug switch?" Shokuhou Misaki frowned, "What does this have to do with the bombing?"

Edogawa Conan explained: "The means of triggering the explosion is the Internet of Things."

With just one sentence, Shokuhou Misaki understood.Nowadays, with the gradual development of technology, most household appliances can no longer only be manually operated, but have the technology that can be remotely controlled by the Internet.

The suspect does not need to go to the scene in person, but only needs to control the switch of the gas plug through the network to trigger an explosion-not even a bomb.

"I think the files in the computer were forged by hacking," Edogawa Conan looked at Misaka Mikoto seriously, "I hope to get your help."

If there is anyone among the people he knows who may have hacking skills stronger than the police, then Edogawa Conan must first think of one person.

Misaka Mikoto, a LEVEL.5 superpower with the ability to manipulate electromagnetic force, is codenamed "Railgun".