Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 255 The So-Called Memories

It wasn't until we saw the egg of memory that everyone had a sense of reality. It turned out that what they had been looking for really existed.

But compared to the egg of memories, this white skeleton obviously attracted everyone's attention.

"If you gasp here, you may ingest Miss Kasaka's elders." Martin suddenly reminded.

Mouri Kogoro was about to take a deep breath because he was nervous and quickly covered his mouth.

But he looked at the bones in front of him and turned to look at Martin. Although he could no longer see the faces of Martin and Kasaka Kiichi because of the dim light underground, his eyes could not help but wander between the two:
Could this be your body?

In particular, Mouri Kogoro was a little afraid of demons and ghosts, and had been led by Taoist priest Martin to see ghosts. At this time, he was particularly afraid that Martin would directly 'float' onto the white bones, and then merge into one and sit up from the coffin.

"This skeleton is the wife of Kasaka Kiichi, Miss Kasaka's great-grandmother." Martin told him.

"Oh, that's it." Knowing that it was not the body of Kasaka Kiichi, Mouri Kogoro breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Martin looked at the skeleton.

"She was a great beauty when she was young. Her gray eyes were like the white of fish belly in the morning and like the stars at night."

"She is graceful and graceful, and her dancing movements are as free as light feathers. She can firmly attract everyone's attention at the dance."

His tone was affectionate and nostalgic, which made everyone feel creepy.

"Ma...Martin-kun..." Xiaolan asked softly, her voice trembling slightly: "How do you know? And...why do you use a nostalgic tone?"

"Oh." Martin calmly pointed to the upright coffin board - this coffin has a flip-top lid: "This is a short Russian poem written on the inner wall of the coffin board. I don't seem to be able to translate the flavor."

After bowing to the skeleton, Natsumi Kasaka picked up the Egg of Memory from her great-grandmother's arms, wiped the dust off in her hand, admired the appearance, and cut it from the middle like the other blue Egg of Memory. its open.

They thought there would be a golden statue inside, but to everyone's surprise, the egg of memory was empty inside.

Hattori Heiji was shocked: "How could it be empty?"

Martin was also shocked: "So you are here?"

Hattori Heiji's eyes were dazzled, and he joked about his skin color. Sure enough, it was still the same Martin as yesterday. It was not a coincidence of names, nor was it the resurrection of the dead.

Mouri Kogoro pinched his chin and guessed: "Could it be that the revolution broke out before the second egg was finished, and Kasaka Kiichi returned to Japan with the unfinished egg?"

Martin extended his hand to Natsumi Kasaka: "Can I borrow it for you?"

"Okay, please."

Natsumi Kasaka was initially wary of this mysterious man who appeared in her castle and looked exactly like her great-grandfather in the photo.

But as the other party led everyone here with familiarity, naturally there was more trust and curiosity in their hearts.

Martin took the lower half of the red memory egg from Natsumi Kasaka, then turned to look at Kuroba Kaito: "The other memory egg is over there with you, right?"

After all, Kuroba Kaito's idea was to reunite the two eggs.

Kuroba Kaito took out the egg and handed it to Martin.

"Hey, why is it in Shinichi-kun's hands?" Suzuki Sonoko blinked. She couldn't remember when someone asked for this egg from her father.

Mouri Kogoro also looked at Kuroba Kaito suspiciously: "Didn't you kid get it secretly?"

Kuroba Kaito sneered: "How could that happen?"

The red egg of memories is slightly larger than the cyan one, and there are linear grooves inside. When Martin puts the cyan egg of memories in, the filigree protrusions on the outside just correspond to the grooves, and they slide in perfectly.

Then he took the upper part from Natsumi Kasaka, fastened it up with the same smoothness, and completed the egg of memories: "This is how this egg is played." "Is it a Russian matryoshka doll?"

“Instead of making two eggs, we made one egg within an egg.”

"Okay, that's very Russian."

Several people were discussing it, but Conan still felt that it was missing some amazing feeling: "Hey, does this egg have other mechanisms?"

"This kid is very smart." Martin searched around and found a half-person-high stone platform with a small bowl-shaped top not far from the coffin.

He took a flashlight, adjusted it to the spotlight mode, put it into the stone platform, and then placed the Egg of Memories on it.

After light enters the egg of memory from the bottom, because the main material of the eggshell is translucent, it becomes transparent under the influence of light, and you can see the gold sculptures of the emperor and his family at the innermost part.

Others holding flashlights consciously turned off their flashlights, leaving only a sparkling memory egg in the tomb.

The photometer in the red egg of memory was activated by the light, the mechanism was connected to the green egg of memory, the golden statue inside rose again, and the pages in the emperor's hand started to turn.

The light scattered from the pages of the book, and when it passed through the gem-like glass on the cyan memory egg, it was refracted into more light. It turned out to be a spectroscope, or beam splitter.

The scattered light then penetrated the similar glass on the red egg of memory. The beams of light hit the walls of the tomb, and images appeared one after another, all of which were old photos.

"These are... photos?"

"It should be a photo of the Tsar's family at that time, right?"

"Sure enough, what the emperor is holding is a photo album, so it's called the Egg of Memories."

"(Mumbling) Let that kid guess right."

Although these photos seemed to have nothing to do with the people present, there were countless rays of light scattered in the darkness, and the photos were reflected on the wall like stars, making everyone gradually become obsessed with admiring the scene in front of them.

Martin wanted to take the opportunity to touch Xiao Ai's head, but he ended up touching the fluffy Rabbit. Then Rabbit quietly stayed in his arms and wouldn't leave.

Sharp-eyed Xiaolan suddenly pointed to a photo: "That should be Miss Natsumi's great-grandfather, right?"

The person in the photo is not the same 50-[-]-year-old man as Martin is today, but a younger man with a more subtle beard. It is a photo of him and a beautiful woman.

"Judging from his age, this photo was taken after he returned to Japan. It seems that he later added it to the egg of memories."

"Then next to him is Miss Natsumi's great-grandmother."

It's just that my great-grandmother looked familiar when she was young.

Hattori Heiji noticed it: "The woman who took the photo with him seems to have appeared in other photos."

Yes, many photos of the emperor's family show a younger version of his great-grandmother.

Combined with the two-headed eagle pattern on the mural on the mechanism in front of the tomb, Conan came to the conclusion: "It seems that Miss Natsumi's great-grandmother was the Tsar's youngest daughter and the only Grand Duchess Maria who disappeared after the Tsar's family was killed. Because of his special identity, he was buried here secretly."

(Limited to the setting of this science world.)
Martin, who didn't remember this, turned to look at Natsumi Kasaka and looked her up and down.

So, does she still have a claim to the throne?
Xiaolan guessed: "It seems that Miss Natsumi's great-grandfather must really want to sit with his wife and watch the scene in front of us, right?"

The wish that his wife wanted to realize during her lifetime was never given up even after her death. Otherwise, he would not have installed such a stone platform next to the tomb.

Kuroba Kaito said: "Unfortunately, the cyan egg of memories was unfortunately lost shortly after Mr. Kiichi returned to Japan. He only kept the red one in his hand."

Natsumi Kasaka stretched out her fingers to wipe the tears welling up from the corners of her eyes: "So, my great-grandfather's wish has not come true until today. Thank you. I am really grateful to you all."

(End of this chapter)