Chapter 5 The First Pot of Gold Every Transmigrator Must Have
Another morning.
An explosion suddenly rang out. Qianzhu, who was some distance away, had just finished breakfast, but he was somewhat used to the sound of the explosion. He put down his water glass, sighed slightly, and then got up and went out the door.
After walking a short distance, he went over and helped the chubby old man in the white coat up, his tone somewhat helpless, "Are you alright, Professor Agasa?"
His acquaintance with Professor Agasa was naturally due to Shinichi Kudo.
Over the past few days, Dr. Agasa's inventions have failed countless times.
Perhaps it's because it's not related to the main character?
"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry, there was just a tiny problem with the experiment, hahahaha."
Dr. Agasa scratched the back of his head, smiling awkwardly yet politely, clearly in a state of being used to his failures.
Qianzhu shook her head helplessly, glanced at his wounds, and helped him back into the house. "Let's take care of your wounds first."
He skillfully took out Professor Agasa's first-aid kit and gently wiped Professor Agasa's wound with a cotton swab dipped in iodine. After a brief silence, Chizuru casually mentioned Shinichi Kudo, "Speaking of which, it seems like I haven't seen Kudo for quite a few days."
Upon hearing this, Professor Agasa's expression froze for a moment, then he used his terrible acting skills to cover it up and said, "Hahaha, that guy is probably off investigating some case somewhere again."
"Honestly, Kudo himself isn't even an adult yet, and all he thinks about is solving cases. Doesn't he ever consider his own safety? If he does what happened last time, I should just ground him." Chizuru muttered with extreme disapproval, like a parent worried about their child.
"Yes, that's outrageous!" Dr. Agasa echoed with an embarrassed smile.
I'm sorry, Shinichi, but I can only apologize to you verbally for the sake of my appetite.
Dr. Agasa muttered to himself.
The short-legged corgi, far away at the Maori Detective Agency, suddenly sneezed.
"Conan? Didn't you make plans to go to the art museum with your friends?" Ran Mouri asked in confusion when she saw Conan still there as she came out of the kitchen wiping her hands.
"Oh no! This is terrible!"
Conan, with his crescent-shaped eyes, suddenly widened his eyes as if he had been jolted awake from a nightmare, and hurriedly got up from the sofa to pack his things.
Kogoro Mouri, who was reading the newspaper, glanced at him and scoffed with a hint of disdain. "You have to take this friend seriously, since you're now living in the house of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri."
After saying that, he even straightened his tie with a flourish.
Seeing how narcissistic Kogoro Mouri had become after only a few cases, Conan's lips twitched slightly, and he chuckled inwardly.
If he had other options...
Thinking about when he would be able to turn back into his original form, Conan sighed heavily and silently, slowing down his preparations considerably.
After finally getting everything ready, Conan went downstairs and saw Ayumi and her two companions who had just arrived at the coffee shop. He felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason.
Upon seeing Conan, Ayumi happily ran over and grabbed his arm. "Conan! Let's go!"
Conan flipped his red baseball cap backwards, put one hand in his pocket, and looked cool. "Hmm."
The group of 'kids' chatted as they headed toward the Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum.
On the other side.
After putting away the sheet music she had just finished, Qianzhu stood up and stretched. Then, feeling a bit bored, she turned on the target lock on Conan.
As soon as the live stream panel appeared, what caught his eye was the dazzling array of exhibits.
Qianzhu: "?"
This place looks familiar, but I'm not sure. Let me take another look.
After a few seconds of thought, he asked with a hint of uncertainty, "The Tokyo Metropolitan Art Museum? The Metropolitan Cipher Map incident?"
[Yes, Master~] 01 quickly glanced at the panel after secretly opening it and confirmed.
After pondering for a few seconds while gently pinching her chin with two fingers, Qianzhu slowly took out the phone belonging to the pseudonym Kurosawa.
[Qin-chan, would you like 15,000 Maple Leaf Coins? —Bertrand]
[Location. —GIN]
[Building xx, location xx. —Bertrand]
The first pot of gold that every time traveler needs is a must-have. Although he doesn't really need it, he might as well take it.
Let's replenish the poor distillery's coffers a bit; after all, they've been supporting quite a few payroll thieves...
Qianzhu put her phone away, picked up her notebook which she used to jot down inspirations, got up, and went out.
Let's have a "chance encounter" with the Steamed Egg Boys.
Qianzhu thought to herself.
......
Outside the Tokyo Art Museum.
Qianzhu watched as Yuan Tai, who was worth three people, picked up the coded map and then, while they were gathered around discussing it, he casually and "accidentally" bumped into them.
"Conan?"
Hearing someone call his name, the short-legged corgi looked up, then a surprised smile appeared on its face. "Brother Qianzhu! What are you doing here?"
You could say that he just naturally calls him that now.
"I came to the art museum to visit and maybe find some inspiration for my composition." Qianzhu smiled gently, bent down slightly, and casually patted Conan's head.
Ayumi, standing to the side, looked at the gentle and elegant Chizuru, her cheeks flushing with a touch of amazement.
Wow, this older brother is so handsome!
"Are these Conan's friends?" Chizuru's gaze swept over the other three, then she gave them a gentle smile.
"Yes, they are..." Conan was about to introduce the three of them when they beat him to it.
"Hello, brother! My name is Ayumi Yoshida!"
"My name is Genta Kojima!"
"Hello, brother. My name is Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya."
"We are the Junior Detective League!"
It was just established.
Qianzhu chuckled softly and gently patted Ayumi's head. "Really? You're really amazing! So, little detectives, are you going to solve a case now? I just saw you all gathered around and seemed to be discussing something."
"Yes, this is it." Conan handed the note to Chizuru.
Qianzhu looked at the contents of the note.
"We can see that this is the shape of the Tokyo Tower, but we haven't figured out the rest yet," Conan said, pointing to the tower shape.
“I think this moon refers to the night,” Qianzhu guessed, pointing to the crescent shape next to the Eiffel Tower graphic. Then, glancing at the other graphics, she pointed to the letters “ORO” and said, “ORO means money and gold in Italian. As for the other graphics… I don’t understand what they mean either.”
At the end, Qianzhu smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
Upon hearing this, a light flashed in Conan's mind, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face. "I understand! Thank you, Chizu-nii!"
Qianzhu smiled gently, but in her heart she was thinking: Has it gotten to the point where you understand my confusion so quickly?
He knows about and has watched Detective Conan, but that doesn't mean he remembers everything.
Looks like I'll have to refresh the system when I have time.
Yes, I'll definitely do it next time.
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