Chapter 1934: Lolly: As a rigorous scientist, I will never do human experiments.

"Yes!"
Luoli nodded sullenly, while picking up the notebook next to him, taking notes with all kinds of data, and answering Conan's voice: "I recently developed the third-generation aptx-4869 antidote, Conducting clinical tests and experiments, but the progress is not going well..."
Luoli sighed and said, only the white mouse in the utensil suddenly made a "squeaky" cry, followed by a "snap" blast, flesh and blood, blood stained the entire vessel.
Seeing this scene, Conan "snapped" and slammed twice, and Luoli continued to record: "The 56th experiment, the dose seems to be too large, the white mouse still ends with an explosion, suggesting next time The dose is reduced to two-thirds..."
"... Really, until now, the living experiments of the relevant mice have not been successful at one time, all of them have exploded, so when can we start a formal human experiment..."
Luoli mourned, then turned to look at Conan, his eyes swept away in Conan with interest, and Conan snorted, his hands guarded his chest, and he snarled in a black line: "Hey. Hello! What do you think I do?"
Mmp! Do you still want to let cockroaches do human experiments?
Please! This little mouse is now so badly blown up?
Conan snarled in his heart, and Luoli sighed with a slight disappointment: "Hey, can't you see it? But you can rest assured, detective. As a rigorous scientist, the drug experiment in mice has not been successful." In the case, I will never let you do human experiments..."
Listening to Luoli’s mourning, Conan’s
hehe
sounded, too lazy to talk
Mommy! This belly black luoli is getting scarier...
No! I must be extremely vigilant in the future, and I must not fall into the hands of the ash hand inexplicably...
Conan swears in his heart and makes up his mind to be alert to Luoli. The body has stepped back a few steps without a trace. He laughed and said: "Gray, if there is nothing in my place, I will go out first, you will continue to do it. Experiment!"
"Okay. There is milk in the refrigerator in the living room. Remember to drink more."
"..."
What makes me drink milk... I really don't have a good cut in blood donation!
Conan was a little unable to spit. After a slam, he turned and walked outside the lab. Luoli sighed and watched Conan walk out of the lab. The corner of his mouth showed a smile. He chuckled. "...It was just a joke. But this detective seems to be taken seriously? Forget it, it is not a big deal anyway..."
Luoli mourned, looked up and looked at the time: "... Now it's more than 8:30, my sister and I said that I went home before ten o'clock, and it didn't seem to be enough time to do another round of experiments..."
"Well... nothing more! Just now, let Xiaobai mix some of Wangshui’s drinks and drink them quickly..."
......
At 8:30 in the evening, Luoli mourned the biological research laboratory.
In the living room, Dr. Ayi sat in front of the computer and operated proficiently. Suddenly, he only heard the sound of the door next door.
Dr. Aunt turned his head and saw Conan coming out of the lab inside. He smiled and said hello: "You are out, new!"
"Oh...yeah!" Conan thought back to the picture of the little mouse exploding. His face barely squeezed a smile and then shifted the subject. "Auntie, is that disk open?" ?"
"Of course it has been opened, there is no password at all in this diary..."
Dr. Ayi smiled slightly, then his body was slightly staggered. After opening the computer screen, the eyes glanced at the lab door and whispered: "New one, the gray is not going to come out later?"
"You can rest assured! Gray is now doing an experiment..." Conan replied casually, then walked over to the computer, sitting on the chair with one hand, sliding the mouse with one hand and squinting. "This Has Cang Cangzhuo started to write a diary seven years ago? Um... I remember that Mr. Xiang Ma Longjie said that the time when the agave went to find Cangzhuo was two years ago..."
Conan whispered softly, then gently moved the mouse, and soon his eyes brightened: "Found! I look at the content... time is March 7..."
"... Today, a guy with a Kansai accent suddenly came to the company to look for me. In my opinion, his purpose seems to be to get the system software I am developing, but he broke this after knowing that my vision has deteriorated. Thoughts, very simple hoes are gone, this guy is covered in black clothes, I don’t want to see him again..."
Listening to Conan’s diary, Dr. Auntie
ah
and then looked surprised:
...new one, the person wearing black clothes mentioned in Mr. Bancang’s diary, it’s not going to be...

"Yes, it's their people!" Conan's eyes flashed in his eyes, his expression was dignified, "...and he should have been the agave that was killed in the toilet of the Paradise Game Company!"
......
At 8:30 in the evening, Mihuamachi.
On the second floor of the villa of the three sisters, a room that was converted into an independent collection room, accompanied by a bang, the door of the room was opened, and then Shu Yunwen, Sakamoto, and the three sisters came into the room. Inside, immediately after listening to the oysters, pointed to a dozen paintings hanging in the room and some debris on the ground: "Yun Wen adults, this time we collected the collectibles from the collector and The works and related materials are here..."
"Hey? Is it?"
Listening to the words of the three sisters of the next life, Shu Yunwen nodded. Sui Benmei asked a little curiously: "Right, you stole this time, why didn't I see it in the news?"
冢 数 数 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , The children are busy competing for the inheritance, and they simply don’t care about these stolen collections..."
"It turns out!" Shu Yunwen nodded.
In other words, things like this kind of rich man’s death and family’s struggle for inheritance are happening almost every day in the world...
Shu Yunwen was squatting in the heart and casually looked at the paintings on the wall. He was also enjoying the works alongside the number of beauty, and then suddenly turned to ask Shu Yunwen: "Yuan Wenjun, is there a 'treasure' you want? ?"
"This is why..." Shu Yunwen heard a glimpse of the words, opened the [Yin and Yang Eyes] and swept the paintings on the wall. I saw that there was no trace of dark energy in these works, and I could not help but shook my head in disappointment:
"...there should be no such paintings!"