Kexue Magician

Chapter 123 Internet Chat Room

"It turns out that as long as the chess pieces are turned upside down..."

On the way home, Hui Yuan Ai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, heard a key explanation, and immediately understood why her reasoning was not valid.

"People who have plastic surgery tend to have more low self-esteem."

"Although plastic surgery can change the appearance of the moment and make it more beautiful, it is still not purely natural. Bai Cangyang should pay more attention to spiritual cultivation, and he obviously has severe postoperative anxiety symptoms, flammable and explosive."

Huiyuan Ai, who got the drug disk as he wished and hoped to recover his body, was happy and talked more.

The cars outside the window were overtaken one by one.

"The professor has the habit of saving scanned photos into the computer. It is very likely that Bai Cangyang's photo of a man disguised as a woman is in the computer."

"So, maybe the professor didn't intend to ridicule Bai Cangyang, but just wanted him to bravely face himself after plastic surgery. Unfortunately, he died, and no one knows the truth."

Speaking of this, a strange light flashed in Feng Chu's eyes.

"Maybe."

"But don't you detectives like to reason in public to silence the murderer and plead guilty on the spot?"

Hui Yuanai, who was a little puzzled by Feng Chu's persuasion to surrender, said.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

"There are also people who say—a detective is not a murderer. If you use reasoning to drive the murderer to a corner, it's no different from a murderer."

"However, it depends on the specific situation. After all, there is no universal truth."

Feng Chu said while driving.

When I got home, it was already 01:32 in the morning.

Miyano Akemi, who received the text message in advance, had already turned on the water heater to heat up the water, and Haibara was eager to check the information on the medicine, so it was Fengchu who washed it first.

After ten minutes.

After wiping his hair with a dry towel, Feng Chu walked into Hui Yuanai's room and asked, "How is it? Is the information complete?"

If it was someone else, they might have been tricked by the Night Baron.

Hui Yuanai rolled the mouse wheel with his fingers, and the corner of his mouth curled up triumphantly, and said, "It's not bad, although this is only a few years ago, there is no record of the data when I left the organization."

There is one more thing Huiyuan Ai didn't say, that is, there is no equipment at home.

She also heard from her sister that she had seen Fengchu's passbook at the Mihua Branch of Miling Bank, which contained nine figures, but the money sounded like a lot, but it was far from enough to spend on costly scientific research.

Miyano Akemi watched quietly, with a smile on her face.

"What equipment do you need? Let's figure it out together."

Although Hui Yuanai didn't mention it, Feng Chu asked first.

"Petri dishes, scalpels, test tubes... ultra-clean benches, carbon dioxide incubators, ultracentrifuges, laser scanning confocal microscopes, etc. The front ones are fine, but the latter ones are more expensive."

"I think Kudo Shinichi's father, as a world-class mystery novelist, should have a lot of manuscript fees. It should be relatively easy to do if he is asked to pay a little bit of research expenses for his son."

"However, this requires Conan to communicate with his father, and I have to tell Conan my real identity..."

Hui Yuanai, who was sitting upright, stared at the computer screen and murmured.

"Maybe it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Remembering the promise made by a certain rich man, Feng Chu said pointedly.

Is there any other way?

Hui Yuanai blinked her big eyes, looked up at Feng Chu curiously, and Miyano Akemi also stared at Feng Chu.

"Okay, go take a shower, or the water will be cold."

After Feng Chu finished speaking, he returned to his room. He didn't give any other explanations about the troublesome purchase of equipment. He decided to make money slowly.

Seven forty the next day.

On the table.

The crystal clear rice rolls made of rice milk, pork, shrimp, green vegetables, eggs and scallions, with thin and unbreakable skin, are placed on a white porcelain plate like a work of art.

The aroma is wafting and pleasing to the eye.

Feng Chu picked up a piece of rice rolls, took a bite, chewed carefully, and praised: "Mingmei's culinary talent is very good, I didn't expect to make such delicious rice rolls so quickly, we will all have good luck in the future."

You know, Fengchu bought the sausage roll machine yesterday at noon.

Miyano Akemi smiled and said, "Mr. Fengchu eats as long as he is happy."

Hui Yuanai, who had never eaten rice rolls before, just tasted it, and was captured by the new experience of softness and smoothness, and even the fatigue caused by lack of sleep last night was swept away.

After eating a rice roll elegantly and quickly.

Hui Yuanai, who wanted to keep a slim figure, couldn't help but tell her sister to order another one.

I still don't forget to take a quick look at Feng Chu with a strange look—as expected of a famous detective who can enjoy himself, he actually knows this kind of food.

"I'm going to school."

After eating, Hui Yuanai rested for a while, put on her schoolbag and walked out of the living room.

Miyano Akemi looked at her younger sister's back with a happy smile on her face - her younger sister's happiness is her greatest happiness.

After returning to the room.

Feng Chu began to practice magic power, and as his physical fitness improved, Feng Chu found that the speed of cultivation became faster, and the magic power he cultivated changed from two units per hour to three units per hour.

The time of cultivation always passes quickly.

Feng Chu stopped practicing when Miyano Akemi asked him to have lunch.

After lunch, the monotonous practice time began again.

18:26 p.m.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Feng Chu withdrew from the cultivation state, picked up the vibrating phone and pressed the answer button.

"Brother Fengchu, good evening, I'm Sonoko." A youthful and lively female voice came from the other end of the phone, with a little joy, it was Suzuki Sonoko.

"What's the matter? There won't be another case, right?" Feng Chu asked curiously.

"No, Brother Fengchu, actually I want to invite you to join a magic lovers' alliance. There are many magic lovers in it, but I don't know much about magic, so I can just ask you for advice."

Suzuki Sonoko said straight to the point.

"Magic?" Feng Chuyi didn't turn the corner for a while, he couldn't remember when he said he was interested in magic.

"Brother Fengchu, have you forgotten that the levitation magic you showed on the roof of the Cupido City Hotel and on the Saribeth shocked a large number of people, even more powerful than those world-renowned magicians! You still say you Can't do magic?"

Suzuki Sonoko moaned and said, exposing Fengchu's excuse mercilessly.

"Ahem, I remembered." Feng Chu said.

"Brother Fengchu, I'll send you the URL, remember to join."

"By the way, my online name is Magician's Apprentice. Brother Fengchu, if you think about your online name, remember to send me a text message. We will cooperate with each other!" Suzuki Sonoko said excitedly.

After chatting for a few more words, Feng Chu hung up the phone.

Afterwards, Fengchu turned on the computer, entered the URL, and then rolled the mouse wheel. After a while, he raised his eyebrows and said, "So it's an online chat room, which is quite novel in this day and age, but what kind of network name should I choose?" That's good."

(End of this chapter)