"Ai Haibara?"
Alice was stunned for a moment.
She had imagined countless possibilities, even preparing herself mentally for the chance of drawing a magical girl.
But she never imagined that she would actually draw this one.
The scientist who defected from the Black Organization, the genius girl who developed the poison that shrinks people's bodies.
After a brief moment of shock, a light of unprecedented surprise erupted in Alice's eyes, even more excited than when she saw the one hundred fifty thousand dollars earlier.
Although this card couldn't let her tear apart tanks with her bare hands like Hulk, summon lightning like Thor, or fly around the sky like Iron Man.
But in this World, what is most important?
Muscles?
No, Hulk is strong enough, right? Yet he was still beaten by Thanos to the point of not daring to come out.
magic?
That depends on talent and opportunity.
Only knowledge, only science, is the true path to the heavens in this World.
This is a World filled with super soldier serum, radioactive spider venom, Extremis, and lizard serum.
The weight of biotechnology in this Universe is terrifyingly high.
The value of a biochemist who transcends the era is absolutely immeasurable.
More important than pure combat power.
And Ai Haibara's IQ and research ability are at the ceiling level in the World of Detective Conan.
This means she possesses the ability to create power, not just possess the power itself.
"Load!"
Alice couldn't wait to silently recite in her heart. She couldn't wait to experience what that genius brain felt like.
"Hum—"
This loading experience was completely different from before.
When loading [Mikasa Ackerman], it was a hot-blooded feeling as if the blood throughout her body was ignited and muscle fibers were forcibly torn and reorganized, filled with violent power.
But this time, it was an extremely cool airflow.
It was like a clear spring, rushing straight up the spine to the crown of her head, instantly moistening her cerebral cortex.
That clear, penetrating feeling like peppermint oil dripped into the brain made Alice gasp.
Her brain instantly became incredibly clear, and those originally vague memories became clear and searchable, as if a high-efficiency search engine had been installed in her brain.
The speed of her thinking seemed to have been pressed on the fast-forward button, increased by more than several times.
She subconsciously looked at the cardboard box at the foot of the bed, which contained many miscellaneous items, including a tube of hand cream that Aunt Sarah had used up.
Five minutes ago, in Alice's eyes, that was just a tube of white paste printed with flashy advertising slogans.
But now, when her gaze fell on that bottle, her mind, like an assembly line, instantly brought up its ingredient list, every chemical term feeling incredibly familiar, as if it were a language she was born with.
[Glycerin, mineral oil, stearic acid, phenoxyethanol...]
Following that, strings of complex molecular formulas danced on her retinas.
What was even more terrifying was that her sense of smell seemed to have been rationalized as well.
The faint scent of hand cream in the air was instantly analyzed.
The essence content is too high, and there is methylisothiazolinone...
Lines of evaluation with a heavy academic critical tone were automatically generated in her mind, accompanied by a cold girl's voice.
"The main component is cheap mineral oil; besides using its occlusivity to form an airtight oil film on the skin surface to create a 'fake smooth' touch, it has no repair effect on deep cells. The content of methylisothiazolinone used as a preservative is even close to the critical value; long-term use will not only lead to contact dermatitis but also destroy the skin barrier. It's too rough even for pigskin maintenance; typical low-end industrial garbage."
This kind of caustic, venomous, yet incredibly precise evaluation was exactly Ai Haibara's style.
Following that, her brain didn't stop, but automatically provided an optimization plan, as if it were an instinct.
"If you can extract acetylated glucomannan from aloe vera, combine it with a certain concentration of salicylic acid to soften the keratin, and then add ceramides to repair the barrier... you don't need complex equipment; just use the aloe vera plant in the kitchen, add a few aspirin tablets, combine with some albumin from egg whites, and slightly control the reaction temperature, and you can formulate a substitute ten times more effective."
Alice blinked, somewhat stunned.
She looked at her own hands.
It was clearly the same pair of hands, but she now felt she could use them to disassemble any substance in the World and then reassemble them.
This feeling was completely different from Mikasa's "I will cut your nape" full of violent aesthetics.
From top to bottom, from inside to outside, it exuded the arrogance of having grasped the truth.
As if all the secrets around her had nowhere to hide.
"Is this the scientist's perspective?"
Alice walked to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.
In the clear eyes that originally belonged to the girl, there was a hint of deep ice-blue, carrying a calmness that saw through the World.
The slight curve at the corners of her mouth, belonging to Sherry, belonging to Shiho Miyano, in its cold confidence, seemed to carry a bit of mockery toward this foolish World.
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