"Ahem" Dr. Asasa coughed a few times after choking on the dust from the explosion, and found himself unscathed.

Could it be that I have been eating fat again recently, and I have too much meat on my buttocks? So buffered? Dr. Asasa, who just went to Columbus' restaurant today to eat a special barbecue, couldn't help but think.

"Dr. Asasa" saw Dr. Asasa, and Conan quickly ran over.

"Who are you?" Dr. Asa turned his head and saw that it was a child he didn't know.

"It's me, I'm Shinichi," Conan said excitedly, pointing to his face.

"It's a new family."

"I said, can you stand up first before you speak. (*｀･з･)ﾑｯ”

Kishida feels like a monkey now, crushed by a huge five-fingered mountain, so crushed that he can't breathe, and his waist is about to break. Speaking monkeys, ahem.... Anyway, Kishida will not be like an international superstar and tactically lean back.

"Ahh Sorry, sorry. Dr. Asasa reacted to the sudden sound below him, and quickly stood up.

At the moment when Dr. Asasa left him, Kishida seemed to have a new life, and with the support of Dr. Asasa, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and stared at Dr. Asasa who was still pressing on him just now.

Sure enough, very fat! Although Dr. Asa was wearing a wide white coat, it could not cover his fat figure, and Kishida visually measured that he was at least 200 pounds or more.

Well, this kind of old man with a fat body, coupled with a very kind face, looks harmless, no wonder it will be very popular with children.

"Are you alright?" Dr. Asa asked embarrassedly, sparing his brilliant head.

"It's not a big deal, I almost got hurt." Rolling his eyes, Kishida said angrily, if it weren't for the system props blocking the flying stones, why would he have to hang some color on his body.

"I'm really sorry because I was doing experiments at home and then accidentally had a little accident."

"Forget it, I'm fine anyway." Kishida considers himself unlucky.

"It's okay, by the way, my name is Dr. Asasa and I'm a genius inventor." Seeing that Kishida didn't mean to blame, Dr. Asa breathed a sigh of relief and turned to introduce himself.

"I'm an inventor, but everything I make is broken copper and iron." At this time, a crisp child's voice sounded next to him, and when he looked down, it turned out that it was Conan who couldn't help but complain after seeing Dr. Asasa claiming to be a genius inventor.

"Oh, it's the child of a relative of the new family, this is what the kid of the new one told you." Dr. Asa looked at Conan and touched his chin.

"No, d(ŐдŐ๑)" Conan was just about to refute that he was Shinichi, but halfway through speaking, he realized that there was not only Dr. Asasa next to him who could be trusted. Of course, this is not to blame him, what happened today is too unbelievable, and he has not really calmed down until now.

"What's not?"

"No, no, Doctor, you're right, these are all what Brother Shinichi told me, hehe." Conan made up his mind to wait for the stranger next to him to leave before telling Dr. Asa the truth.

It seems that his existence bothered Conan? Kishida was thoughtful, but he didn't really want to participate, after all, it was about the black-clad organization, so it was better to be cautious.

Thinking about it like this, he didn't stay any longer, waved his hand, and left directly.

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Bypassing the street, within a few minutes, Kishida saw a small two-story bungalow in front of his eyes, and took out the only key from his body to open the door.

The first thing I felt when I entered the hallway was that it was empty, probably because I had just moved in, there were not many furniture and decorations in the hallway, and there were only a few pairs of home shoes in the shoe closet.

After changing his shoes, Kishida did not rush to explore his future residence, but investigated the system interface, and instead of looking at the funnel that was slowly flowing with fine sand, he directly clicked on the newly brushed prop window next to him.

Guardian Ring [Defense]: When you encounter an attack, it will automatically pop up an energy shield that lasts for 3 seconds, and rebound with an indefinite trajectory. CD cooldown: 15 seconds. (Note: When encountering a combo, remember to dodge in time, otherwise you will die ugly!) ）

What the hell is the spit on this note? Well, overall the props work pretty well. Although the energy shield only lasts for 3 seconds at a time and has a cooldown of 15 seconds, it can't block combos, but at least it can block the sneak backstab that comes out of nowhere.

Looking at the introduction of the props, Kishida touched the slightly cool bracelet on his wrist that was obviously metallic and engraved with complex patterns, and he was quite satisfied.

With this, buy an electric shock rod or something another day, and modify it again, at least in this world, you will have a certain amount of self-preservation.

Of course, it is only a certain amount of self-preservation, and it cannot be said to be safe, and the thought of the existence of a "Super Saiyan" in this world who broke a huge stone pillar with his bare hands and blew up the swimming pool with one punch gave Kishida a headache.

"Ding" At this time, the mobile phone vibrated slightly in the trouser pocket.

Kishida opened his mobile phone and looked at it, it was a mobile phone text message one day, and the sender wrote "President Chikako".

Who is this? I don't know, look at the name is a woman, can't it be the ex-girlfriend of the original owner? With curiosity and helplessness, Kishida clicked on the text message.

"Junior brother, someone should be investigating the previous matter, you should be careful over there, don't leak it. Otherwise, if I am exposed, don't think about it, don't forget, you are also responsible for this matter! ”

？？？ The moment he read the message, Kishida felt that he had a lot of friends with this little question mark.

Judging from the content of the information, the letter should be from the president of his club, but this senior sister should have done something bad, which led to the fact that someone is now investigating this matter, and the original owner is also involved in this matter?

What is this called? Can you still make people live a good life?

complained a few words, fortunately, Kishida had the corresponding psychological preparation before, on the bright side, at least now it's not a bloody girlfriend love murder plot, is it?

Putting this matter aside for the time being, Kishida closed his phone and planned to search his house to see what the original owner had left for him.

First, start your search in the most important original master bedroom, which is large and has few doors. Kishida opened a room casually, and fortunately it was directly the bedroom, a large white bed, a desk, and a camera on it. There were also posters of some band stars in the room, but Kishida didn't know any of them.

Well, it's a little peculiar, and as soon as I walked in, Kishida smelled a familiar smell and sniffed it carefully, a bit like a heather, hey~~ Kishida understood something.

Frowning, Kishida walked towards the table, fumbled for a while, and sighed a little disappointedly, he didn't find the diary of the original owner he wanted to find.

Ya, as an immodest person, he doesn't even write a diary!?

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