This Isn't Scientific!

After the unpleasant dance ended, Kraft's life finally returned to normal. However, because Tony Stark's casual remark had brought him a string of troubles, he had already labeled Stark as a "trouble maker" in his mind. If possible, Kraft no longer wanted any further interaction with him.

The sales of "Skillful Brand" mechanical locks gradually stabilized after the initial hype died down. Although Tony Stark claimed the mechanical locks were more interesting than the Rubik's Cube, they were far less popular. Nevertheless, the money earned during this period was enough for Kraft to start experimenting with more complex inventions.

"...Failed again..."

Looking at the pile of scrap metal before him, Kraft dejectedly put down his tools.

Although he had the funds, Kraft's own knowledge and experience couldn't keep up. Even when meticulously following the steps from his dreams, he always made mistakes during stages requiring fine manipulation.

Even if he occasionally got lucky and managed to create one or two items, the success rate for a second attempt remained low.

"Am I just being too impatient?"

Kraft sat cross-legged on the ground, reflecting on the reasons for his recent failures.

Because the funds were in place, he impulsively asked Martin for help, set up a private workshop again, and purchased a large number of tools. However, he wasn't familiar with these machines at all, so making mistakes during operation was perfectly normal.

"Took too big a step and pulled something..."

Kraft couldn't help but think of this saying. After understanding, he temporarily set aside those overly complex inventions and decided to try some of the inventions from his dreams that he could barely comprehend, gradually improving his skills step by step.

Once he found the correct method, Kraft's success rate finally improved, and the progress he made was much greater than simply copying. This made him even more engrossed in his laboratory, spending most of his free time there.

Returning home, Kraft casually threw his backpack onto the sofa. Just as he was about to head to his small workshop, Martin Lee suddenly popped out from the inner room.

"Don't rush off, I have something to tell you."

"You're actually home?!"

Martin Lee was a busy man, usually leaving early and returning late. Often, Kraft would be asleep before he even got back. Kraft had initially felt bad for Martin working so hard to earn money, but after accidentally discovering his nightclub VIP card, Kraft started urging him to find him a companion.

Martin Lee's early return home naturally had his reasons.

"I have some business to attend to these days and need to go on a trip. I'll be back in about ten days. I've already spoken to your Uncle Liao, so you can just go eat there."

"Oh, got it."

Kraft waved his hand. Martin often went on trips, and he was already used to it. His friendship with Fatty Liao had also deepened through countless shared meals.

"One more thing, Aunt May's birthday is in three days. Aunt May wants to invite you to her house for her birthday party."

Kraft naturally wouldn't refuse Aunt May's invitation, but with only three days, he doubted he'd have enough time to make her a gift. Moreover, the strange inventions from his dreams weren't really suitable to give to Aunt May.

Fortunately, Kraft was now well-off, and buying a reliable gift wasn't difficult.

After giving his instructions, Martin Lee left in a hurry. Kraft also abandoned his plan to continue his research in the private workshop and instead headed to Fatty Liao's place.

He planned to get Aunt May a set of kitchenware. Fatty Liao's family ran a restaurant, so asking him for advice was the right move.

After dragging Fatty Liao to the store to pick out a complete set of kitchenware and boxing it up, the two returned to the Fu Man Lou for an authentic Chinese meal. They then stayed at Fatty Liao's place and played video games together until it was completely dark. Only then did Kraft leisurely return home with the gift for Aunt May.

After a simple wash-up, Kraft went back to his room and fell asleep.

Then, he dreamt of Professor Agasa, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Kraft's dreams seemed to evolve. From the initial fragmented pieces to gradually becoming complete, from being groggy and unable to recall the content after waking up to being able to remember the entire dream, and now being able to remain conscious within the dream and freely browse and use items that appeared in it.

However, Kraft's range of activity was limited; he couldn't stray too far from the dream's protagonist. Furthermore, the items he retrieved from the dream didn't affect the dream characters' use of them but were like projected copies appearing in his hand.

Kraft was already extremely familiar with Professor Agasa's laboratory. He had browsed through all the inventions piled up to the side, the stack of scientific magazines and various documents on the bookshelf, as well as a small number of mystery novels, during the gaps when Professor Agasa was resting.

So this time, he didn't wander around but stood obediently beside Professor Agasa, watching what he was tinkering with.

"Is this... a tape recorder?"

Once Kraft clearly saw the item in Professor Agasa's hand, he completely relaxed. Professor Agasa's inventions were much more practical than those of Shou Gong Geng, but they often exploded. Although Kraft wouldn't be caught in the blast, the sudden explosions were not friendly to his delicate heart.

Professor Agasa was shown dismantling the main components of the tape recorder, installing them into a new, smaller casing, and then stuffing it into a... bowtie?

Kraft watched as the stout professor added external speakers, controllers, and other components to the bowtie in his hand, scratching his head frantically.

"What is Professor Agasa trying to do? Could it be another detective gadget for that kid named Shinichi?"

Although he hadn't met the child named Shinichi, Kraft had communicated with him several times during the creation process. Therefore, Kraft had a general idea of this little fellow's existence. The Anesthetic Watch, Power-Enhancing Shoes, Tracking Glasses, and the Detective Badge, among others, were all inventions Professor Agasa had created for him.

It had to be said, Professor Agasa truly doted on that kid named Shinichi.

After finishing the bowtie, which was likely for recording, Professor Agasa opened the old computer beside him and started typing code.

"Huh? He still needs to type code? So this thing isn't just a pure recording device?"

Kraft initially thought Professor Agasa was making something like a voice recorder. But then again, if it were just a recording device for spying, a voice recorder would suffice.

Leaning his head closer to the screen, Kraft examined the lines of code Professor Agasa was typing. His programming skills were quite good, so understanding this code wasn't difficult.

Kraft's programming skills had become particularly outstanding, thanks in no small part to Fatty Liao, a pig teammate who was bad at games but loved to play. After being repeatedly screwed over by him in a game, Kraft, in a fit of anger, wrote a cheat program for Fatty Liao. From then on, whenever Fatty Liao encountered a game he couldn't get past, he would come begging Kraft. And his requests became increasingly demanding, such as "it's too overpowered and ruins the game experience," "a user-friendly cheat that can be independently adjusted," or "this game's character models are too ugly, give me a MOD that can easily change skins," and so on...

After all, he was a friend who frequently freeloaded meals at his place, so Kraft basically fulfilled this noob's requests, and in the process, his programming skills were honed.

"Audio input... track analysis... audio adjustment..."

Kraft had a general understanding of the program's function. Simply put, it was a sound recording and imitation program, but...

"What's the point of this?"

Kraft continued to scratch his head frantically. Professor Agasa's code wasn't particularly complex. The main track analysis part was no different from software used to compare voices and identify individuals. The imitated voice would be at most three to four parts similar.

Kraft, however, thought about it again. This thing was probably just a toy for that kid Shinichi, so having about 30-40% similarity would be enough. It was just a bit disappointing compared to his previous inventions.

"Another useless invention, probably only good for video material."

Kraft thought with some disappointment.

Professor Agasa's inventions were often disappointing. If you really thought about it, the props for the detective games he made for the kids were the most practical. But now, even a detective prop that was pretty much useless had finally appeared...

Just as Kraft was thinking this, Professor Agasa had already installed the program he'd written into the Bowtie Voice Changer. He then opened a video on his computer and sampled a piece of audio for testing.

"Ahem, hello, my name is Professor Agasa."

Professor Agasa brought the bowtie to his mouth and spoke.

Kraft: ??????

What just happened?

Kraft dug into his ears forcefully, looking at the bowtie in Professor Agasa's hand with disbelief.

The voice that just came from the bowtie wasn't 30-40% similar as Kraft had estimated, it was exactly the same!

This has to be a trick!

Kraft's worldview had been shaken.

Unlike some inventions outside his knowledge base, Kraft could understand every step of how this Bowtie Voice Changer was made. It was precisely because he could understand it that he found it incredible.

According to Professor Agasa's manufacturing method, this voice changer absolutely couldn't have this kind of effect!

This is unscientific!

Kraft suddenly sat up in bed. The item was finished, and the dream naturally ended. However, Kraft, who had woken up, still felt as if he were in a dream, looking confused.

"No, I have to try it myself!"

Flinging the covers off, Kraft quickly changed his clothes and ran to his private workshop.

Did I... successfully sign the contract?

I've signed another contract selling myself...

Keep going! Worker!

A while ago, I bought a toy for Zhongyuan. It was a round disc shaped like a multi-layered cake, with a small ball placed on the outer track of each layer for the cat to bat around. I don't know what it's called.

At first, Zhongyuan played with the small balls normally. But recently, it started sticking its head under the disc and charging around, pushing the entire "multi-layered cake" until it flipped over.

I originally kept the toy in Zhongyuan's cage, fearing it would get bored. But now that it's pushing the thing around and scattering water and cat food everywhere, I've taken it out