This Is Not Scientific!

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

The sales of the "Skillful Hand Brand" mechanical locks gradually stabilized after the initial hype died down. Although Tony Stark claimed the mechanical locks were more interesting than Rubik's Cubes, their popularity was far inferior to that of Rubik's Cubes. However, 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 available, he impulsively asked Martin for help and set up a private workshop, purchasing a large amount of equipment. However, he wasn't familiar with these machines at all, so mistakes during operation were completely normal.

"Bit off more than I can chew..."

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

Once he found the right method, Kraft's success rate finally increased, 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 tossed his schoolbag onto the sofa. Just as he was thinking of heading to his small workshop, Martin Lee suddenly darted out from the inner room.

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

"You're 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 its 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 eat there."

"Oh, got it."

Kraft waved his hand. Martin often went on trips, and he was 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 would naturally not refuse Aunt May's invitation. However, with only three days, he probably wouldn't have time to make a gift for Aunt May. Besides, 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 wouldn't be difficult.

After giving his instructions, Martin Lee hurried out. Kraft also gave up on the idea of continuing his research in the private workshop and instead headed to Fatty Liao's place.

He planned to give Aunt May a set of kitchenware as a gift. Fatty Liao's family ran a restaurant, so he was the perfect person to consult for advice.

After dragging Fatty Liao to the store to pick out a complete set of kitchenware and packing it in a gift box, the two returned to Fu Man Lou for an authentic Chinese meal. They then stayed at Fatty Liao's house 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, Kraft returned to his room and fell asleep.

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

Kraft's dreams seemed to evolve. From the initial fragmented state, they gradually became more complete. From waking up groggy and unable to recall the details, to remembering the entire dream, and now being able to stay conscious within the dream, even freely browsing and using 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, items he obtained from the dream didn't affect the dream characters' use of them but rather appeared as copies projected onto his hand.

Kraft was already extremely familiar with Professor Agasa's laboratory. He had taken the opportunity during Professor Agasa's rest periods to flip through all his inventions piled up to the side, as well as the stacks of scientific magazines and various documents on the bookshelf, and a small number of mystery novels.

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

"Is this... a voice recorder?"

Seeing the item in Professor Agasa's hand, Kraft finally relaxed. Professor Agasa's inventions were much more practical than those of Hand-Crafted Geng, but they often exploded. Although Kraft wouldn't be caught in the blast, the sudden explosions were quite unfriendly to his heart.

Kraft watched as Professor Agasa disassembled the main components of the voice recorder and installed them into a new, smaller casing, then stuffed it into a... bow tie?

Kraft stared as the stout professor added an external speaker and control components to the bow tie in his hand, scratching his head furiously.

"What is Professor Agasa trying to do? It couldn't be another detective gadget for that kid Shinichi, could it?"

Although he had never met the child named Shinichi, Kraft had spoken with him several times during the production process. Thus, Kraft roughly knew of the existence of such a kid. The Anesthetic Watch, Power-Enhancing Shoes, Tracking Glasses, and Detective Badge, among others, were all invented by Professor Agasa for him.

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

After finishing the bow tie, which was likely for recording, Professor Agasa opened his old computer and began typing code.

"Huh? Still typing code? So this isn't just a pure recording device?"

Kraft had initially thought Professor Agasa was making something like a voice recorder. But thinking about it, if it were just a clandestine recording device, a voice recorder would suffice.

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

Kraft's programming skills were particularly outstanding, thanks in no small part to Fatty Liao, a player who was bad but loved to play. After being repeatedly trounced by him in a game of electronic games one time, Kraft, in a fit of anger, wrote a cheat program for Fatty Liao. Since then, whenever Fatty Liao couldn't beat a game, he would come to Kraft for help, and his requests became increasingly demanding. Things like "it's too powerful and will weaken the game experience," "it would be better if it had an adjustable, user-friendly cheat," or "the character in this game is too ugly, give me a MOD that can easily change skins," and so on...

After all, he was a friend who often freeloaded meals at his house. Kraft basically fulfilled all the requests of this noob, and his programming skills were honed through this process.

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

Kraft roughly understood the program's function. Simply put, it was a program for recording and imitating sounds. However...

"What's the point of this?"

Kraft continued to scratch his head furiously. 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 at best be about 30-40% accurate.

However, Kraft thought about it again. This thing was probably just a toy for that kid Shinichi, so about three or four parts resemblance 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 he thought about it carefully, the props for the children's detective games were actually the most practical. But now, even a detective prop had turned out to be useless...

Just as Kraft was thinking this, Professor Agasa had already installed the program he had 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 vigorously in his ear, looking at the bowtie in Professor Agasa's hand with disbelief.

The voice that just came out of the bowtie wasn't just three or four parts similar as Kraft had estimated, it was e-x-a-c-t-l-y the same!

This has to be a joke!

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 could not achieve such an 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 bewildered.

No, I have to try it myself!

He abruptly threw off the covers, quickly got dressed, and ran to his private workshop.