Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 63 Chapter [-] ([-]rd) Xiaolan likes me

Coupled with the news of Chikako Ikeda's death, this dinner was particularly dull.

After the meal, everyone took action one after another, checking all the doors and windows in the villa, locking and plugging them all.They decided to spend the night like this, and leave here every morning on the road behind the mountain to the outside world.

"Good night." Martin winked at Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko at the opposite door: "If you are really scared, you can come over and squeeze with us, and you can let Xiaolan sleep with Conan in his arms."

"I don't want it, slightly!" Mao Lilan stuck out his tongue at Martin and Conan, who was already dreaming.

"That's right! I can sleep with Xiaolan in my arms." Suzuki Sonoko hugged Mao Lilan's waist from the side, resting his head on her chest, and looked at Martin and Conan with mocking eyes, indicating that you boys are thinking peach.

"Oh, this bed is really good." There were two beds in the room, and Martin lay on the bed by the window, jolting leisurely: "I'll make a mattress like this in a few days."

Conan closed the door, walked to another bed, and said casually, "The furniture in Yuanzi's villa should not be cheap. Are you actually rich?"

"Are you stupid? I have become more rich than you have ever seen."

Having said that, in fact, Martin does not have a lot of funds on hand now, and he is still close to financial freedom.

Conan looked at Martin in surprise: "Won't the money disappear? Like fingerprints?"

"The money of the transformed object will disappear, but the money I earned during my transformation with this identity will not." Martin explained casually: "Of course, you have to be serious about making money. Borrowing money, laundering money, demolishing things Methods such as wall to wall, empty glove to white wolf, etc. will not work."

Martin took out the remote control of the mechanical head, set it to 'close eyes' and 'snore', and then threw it on the bedside table.He didn't take off the mechanical head, and put his head on the pillow like a normal person. When answering Conan's question, his mouth didn't move, but there was a sound of talking and grunting. Outsiders would feel weird if they saw it.

Conan looked at Martin, who was already covered with a quilt and was about to go to bed: "By the way, you go out to spend the night outside. If the changes tomorrow are too different from what they are now, have you thought about how to explain it to others?"

"I haven't thought about it, of course I'll think about it after it changes." Martin said flatly.

"I'm worried. If your transformation tomorrow doesn't have combat effectiveness, wouldn't it be a pity if you can't help that weird bandage? If you stay up all night, your transformation will be delayed, right? Why don't you stay up all night?"

"If you don't have combat power, you can rely on yourself. Do you have to point at me?" Martin said again: "Maybe tomorrow I will become a bandage weirdo."

For example, a reliable red long johns, a snake player, or a Yokohama lockpicker.

"Isn't that completely inexplicable? Even if you tell about your superpower, no one will believe it."

"What are you panicking about? I've become a weirdo with bandages. Can't I kill you all?" Martin laughed a few times: "Suddenly a lunatic sharpens his knife at night, and the emperor's star is fluttering high. From now on, there is no need to kill people." Thank you for your hard work!"

Conan: "..."

Conan turned off the lights, ready to go to bed,

"Speaking of detective, you didn't react right today." Martin suddenly remembered: "Solving the case? Looking for clues? Running around the scene of the crime?"

This kid won't just wait for me to be a tough murderer, right?

Then Martin dispelled this guess. From Conan's point of view, the bandage monster didn't know how many people he would attack and kill before he confronted him.Conan is different from himself who is used to respecting the fate of others. His attitude towards others is to save them as much as possible.

Sure enough, Conan put his hands between his head and the pillow, looked at the ceiling and complained: "I'm only good at solving murder cases. That bandaged man is probably a murderous maniac wandering around. That's the job of the police. I can't help you." busy."

"Why do you think so?" Martin was very surprised: "According to the general setting of Snowstorm Villa, the murderer must be played by other people who live here with us?"

"Don't worry about your Blizzard Mountain Villa. In reality, there are so many novel-like plots. Think about it, when the bandage man took Ikeda Chikako through the window, all of us were in the villa, right? So the bandage man It's the outsiders."

Martin could only comment that there was something about the murderer, and he almost made Conan limping.

On the other side, Conan suddenly became thoughtful.

Speaking of which, Ikeda Chikako's severed limb, that is, the foot was wearing outdoor shoes instead of slippers.Maybe it wasn't the bandage monster who entered Chikako Ikeda's bedroom and took her away, but Chikako Ikeda walked outside the villa by herself?

And why did the Bandage Man lead her past the living room window?Was it to scare us on purpose?

Besides this, there is another thing that haunts Conan's mind: not long after they first came to this villa, Conan has a vague feeling of something wrong in his heart, as if it is some kind of sense of violation that has not yet been identified.

But apart from these, there are some more disturbing things that are bothering Conan.

"Martin..." Conan's voice sounded faintly again: "Are you asleep?"

"No..." Martin also dragged his long and bitter voice: "But if you keep talking about it, I will go to the opposite door to borrow a bed."

"Don't, don't, the last question. When Xiaolan was playing the truth, she said that she has no one she likes. Did you collude with her?"

This question has been tortured in Conan's mind for too long. When he and Xiaolan were in the woods before, Conan spent a long time looking for topics to prepare for. Just as he was about to ask it on the sidelines, the bandage monster jumped out to make trouble.

Martin turned over and asked Conan, "You mean Xiaolan is lying? Xiaolan must have someone she likes, and that person has to be you?"

"I...I didn't...um." Although Conan subconsciously wanted to deny it, he hummed slightly in the end.

"Why does Xiaolan have to like you? What if the person you have a crush on is talking about that gentle young teacher in elementary school?" Martin continued to ask, "What if Xiaolan's care for you is only out of childhood? ? Do you think that Xiaolan won’t care if something happens to Yuanzi? I don’t need to review the three major illusions of life for you, do I?”

"Xiaolan, Xiaolan often blushes at me..." Conan was still stubborn, but his eyes were wandering guiltily.

"You have to like it when you blush? Xiaolan also blushed at me before, so she still likes me. Yuanzi also blushed when playing games, so Yuanzi also likes me." After Martin finished speaking, he smiled ironically: "Oh, Pu Xinnan."

"I..." Conan still wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say, his heart was in a mess and he didn't want to sort it out, he just counted the patterns on the ceiling chandelier blankly.

Like, dislike, like, dislike...

Wow--!Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the window of the room was shattered from the outside, and pieces of glass were scattered in all directions.

A pitch-black figure squeezed in through the broken window. He was wearing a black robe and holding a long-handled sharp axe. His entire head was tightly wrapped in bandages, only his eyes were exposed.

It was the bandage weirdo that was still being discussed just now.

Conan immediately sat up from the bed, staring at the bandage monster.

The man with the bandage looked around the room and landed on Conan. He raised the ax above his head, stepped on Martin's bed and was about to pass Martin, and smashed Huashan towards Conan with one blow.

"Martin—!"

(End of this chapter)