Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 30 Chapter [-]

Kogoro Mori was lying in the detective agency, just like Martin once did, with his feet on the desk, watching TV leisurely.

Jingle bell, the phone rang.

Stretching his arms hard, Moori Kogoro picked up the phone with some difficulty because his legs were resting on the desk, and said routinely: "Hello, this is the Mori Detective Agency."

"Dad..." A little girl's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Dad, what kind of father, I don't have a father like you." Mori Kogoro replied without thinking.

"Father!" The voice on the other side was an octave higher, making Kogoro Mori familiar: "I'm your daughter Mao Lilan! I'm calling you from Dr. Ali's phone now!"

The current landline phone does not have a caller ID, but Kogoro Mouri is miserable.

The higher the voice, the frightened Kogoro Moori was shocked, but Kogoro Moori finally recognized his daughter's voice: "Xiaolan, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it may be because the voice of the phone is distorted, I thought it was a child calling Wrong call."

At Dr. Ali's house, Mao Lilan put Conan's bowknot voice changer aside, thinking, 'Sure enough, I'm a fool'.

It can only be said that since knowing that Conan is playing for Kogoro Mori, Kogoro Mori's last bit of majesty has disappeared in his daughter's heart.

Then he got down to business: "Dad, you agreed to visit the art gallery today, but you actually don't want to go?"

Kogoro Mori naturally didn't want to go.

However, his eyes fell on the corner of the metal desk, where the exaggerated depressions and fist marks made him afraid to speak his mind.

It's not that he is afraid that his daughter will beat his father, but that if Xiaolan is angry and won't cook for him, he can only go outside to deal with it.

"Ah, it's okay, we can go if you want to go, it's also good to go to the art gallery once in a while, accept the atmosphere of art, and refine your sentiment." Mori Kogoro said solemnly.

"Really?" Mao Lilan induced the confused father: "Actually, I reflected on it today. It may be too much to force my father who is not interested in art museums to go to art museums, so Dad, if you really don't want to go, just say Come out, it's okay."

Mori Kogoro looked at the fist marks on the table, hesitating.

Did Xiaolan really change her mind?
At some point, the big and small kings of the two playing cards fell out from under the coffee table, as if reminding Kogoro Mori: There is fried here!

But ah, my daughter is gentle and understanding. It is normal to understand that her old father feels as if he is being roasted in a boring place like an art museum, right?

It can be said that Mori Kogoro really doesn't want to go, even if he finds that there are ghosts here, he still wants to gamble.Besides, he felt that the winning rate was much higher than that of the steel ball.

"Indeed, let an old man like me go to a place like an art museum..."

As soon as Mori Kogoro showed his tone, Mao Lilan couldn't wait, and said like a cannonball: "Then you don't have to go! Also, I will have dinner with Conan at Dr. Ali's house tonight, Dad, you can think about it tonight Find a way."

"Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-"

"Hello? Xiaolan? Dr. Ali?" Mori Kogoro was stunned, why did he become a loner?
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When Xiaolan was on the phone, Martin was sorting the ingredients into the refrigerator in the kitchen, when a Conan came quietly.

"Martin, don't you...are you actually the kind of person who cherishes friends?"

Martin's movements paused, and then he continued to place the eggs one by one on the egg tray.

"What's the strange reasoning of the big detective?"

"You are guilty." Conan was determined, and then continued: "According to what you said, under the influence of superpowers in the past few years, you have changed your surrounding environment and interpersonal relationships every week or so. You only have a few days to remember everyone you meet."

"You become this kind of teasing personality, and it has something to do with it. Obviously you have an underlying psychology of not wanting to be forgotten by others, and wanting to impress others."

"It's a big mistake." Martin said calmly, "Is there a possibility that I just like to see other people's troubles, and think it's very interesting?"

"Life is short, enjoy yourself in time, young man."

"This doesn't explain why you are keen to keep us for dinner." Conan looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator and on the stove, and could see that Martin had prepared a lot tonight: "If you build your own pleasure on the pain of others The scumbags on the Internet can't be because Xiaolan has cooked for you, so she was thinking about inviting you back."

Conan's glasses are classic reflections: "So you actually cherish your friends, and you are afraid that your pranks will drive them away. You want to use the benefits of food to keep me and Xiaolan?"

"Tsk." Martin expressed his displeasure: "You have said that, if I deny it again, I will become a tsundere."

Then he freed his hand and rubbed Conan's head: "Since the big detective thinks so, then remember, I will treat my pranks as my love for you in the future, and don't turn your face."

Conan took a step back and looked at him warily: "Aren't you going to make things worse?"

He talked about this with Martin, obviously wanting Martin to restrain his pranks a little bit!

"The big detectives have said that, how can I show my love and care for you if I stop working hard?" Martin gave him a sinister smile.

"You will really lose us like this." Conan issued a warning.

Martin said it doesn't matter: "I've already lived in Dr. Ali's house, are you afraid that you will run away?"

Conan suddenly had a black line, so his argument was not valid from the beginning.

What else did Conan want to say, Mao Lilan had already finished the phone call and came over: "I have already agreed with my father, let's go to the art gallery next, and then come back for dinner together."

"You guys have fun." Dr. A Li said casually, yawning, and was about to get up and go back to the room: "I'll go to bed again."

An ashen-white hand rested on the doctor's body: "Doctor, if you continue to sleep, you won't be able to sleep at night. Come with us to the art gallery."

"Ah..." Dr. Ali was reluctant: "But Martin, I'm still sleepy."

Martin thought for a while and changed his strategy: "But doctor, if you sleep again, the day and night will be reversed, and then breakfast will become dinner, and dinner will become breakfast."

Dr. A Li blinked in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"However, a person who has just woken up cannot eat too rich and greasy breakfast, which will increase the burden on the stomach and cause insufficient blood supply to the brain." Martin began to alarmist: "So, although we are going to have a big meal tonight, But I can only serve the doctor a bowl of light and digestible porridge for breakfast."

Dr. Ali's eyes widened.You don't have to sleep, but you can't do without something delicious.

"So in order to welcome dinner, doctor, go wash your face and refresh yourself, then change your clothes and go out with us." Martin put Dr. Ali's shoulders and pushed him to the bathroom.

Conan looked at the interaction between Martin and Dr. Ali with a strange expression.

Suddenly realized that Martin really didn't use his high blood pressure operations on Dr. A Li.

It turned into RoboCop yesterday and was dismantled by Dr. A Li. It was completely dismantled by Dr. A Li without complaint.

Obviously still taking care of Dr. Ali today.

Is Martin really, as he said, a person who respects the old and loves the young?
Or should it be said: Respect the old at the top, love the young at the bottom, and catch the middle ones?
(End of this chapter)