Become a legend in Hong Kong

At three o'clock in the morning, a shadow dressed in black turned over and jumped onto the second floor balcony.

At this time, the lights in the room came on. Conan looked at the mysterious man in black and decisively opened the watch-shaped anesthesia gun.

"Who are you?"

The man/woman in front of him has a neutral face, long black hair, and is dressed exactly the same as when Liao Wenjie left.

Conan was deeply uneasy. On the one hand, he was worried that Liao Wenjie would be killed. On the other hand, he was worried that the mysterious man would follow the clues and hurt Mao Lilan next door.

Before going to bed, Lingmu Yuanzi and Mao Lilan came to visit. Conan claimed that Liao Wenjie was still taking a bath and refused Mao Lilan's invitation to sleep in the same bed.

Just thinking about it makes my heart hurt, and I feel like I have lost hundreds of millions.

Now, seeing the mysterious man appear, this regret has disappeared. Leng Buding is still a little scared. Fortunately, he refused the beauty, otherwise the group would be destroyed tonight.

The mysterious man glanced at the watch-shaped tranquilizer gun, smiled disdainfully, and strode towards Conan.

"Stop or I'll shoot!"

"Stop it!"

Biu!

After two warnings to no avail, Conan fired the anesthesia needle decisively. In the darkness, the silver light flashed and headed straight for the mysterious man's face.

After the anesthesia needle hit, the mysterious man's head was slightly raised and his body took a step back.

Just when Conan breathed a sigh of relief, the mysterious man lowered his head suddenly, rushed in front of him with a strong step, raised his hand to clasp his neck, and pressed him against the wall.

The mysterious man spit out the anesthetic needle in his mouth, put down the shocked Conan, and then roughly rubbed his head: "This kind of thing is of little significance to experts, don't rely too much, otherwise the situation tonight will happen again, your The thin neck is broken.”

"You, you are... Liao Wenjie!?"

Conan's eyes twitched, unable to connect the two, but the detective's intuition told him that the man in front of him was Liao Wenjie.

"Little brat, please be polite and call me brother Wenjie." Liao Wenjie took off his hat, walked into the bathroom that came with the room, and closed the door.

"Are you disguised?"

Conan secretly thought that it was awesome, so he picked up the anesthesia needle and followed him, wanting to see how Liao Wenjie removed his makeup.

Unexpectedly, in just three seconds, when he opened the door again, Liao Wenjie in front of him had already finished removing his makeup and returned to his original appearance.

That’s ridiculous!

Conan stood at the door in a daze, unable to understand what was happening. No matter how fast Liao Wenjie's hands were, he could remove his makeup in one second, but what about the mask?

There are also wigs, so where is the long clump of hair hidden?

Liao Wenjie washed his face with water. Next to him was Conan, who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After working for a long time and finding nothing, he refused to give up and touched Liao Wenjie's waistband.

Bang!

The effect was immediate, and the naughty child immediately became honest.

Liao Wenjie put away his fist, put it in front of him and blew: "You brat, there are differences between men and women. If you want to make a move, go next door to find your girlfriend. She won't reject you."

"It hurts..."

Perhaps because he was used to the iron fist of the Maori father and daughter, Conan quickly turned into a naughty child again, and asked curiously: "Your disguise is so powerful, how do you do it, what is the principle, and where is the wig hidden?"

"You may not believe it, but my disguise technique was taught by your mother Fujiko Kudo, yes, in Hawaii."

Conan: (_)

"Yeah, I knew you wouldn't believe it."

"Of course I don't believe it, because my mother's name is not Kudo Fujiko..."

Conan complained, without dwelling too much on the issue, and continued to ask: "Are there any restrictions on the disguise technique? For example, is the person you just disguised a real person, or is it just a random face?"

"Anything is fine."

Liao Wenjie smiled evilly: "Now you know why I dare to guarantee that I can coax Xiaolan into bed within ten days. I'm really not just talking about it!"

asshole!

Conan cursed secretly, knowing that Liao Wenjie was just making fun of him, but he couldn't help but feel angry.

As the old saying goes, if he couldn't beat him, he would definitely show off to Liao Wenjie.

"Don't change the subject. You thieves who are learning the art of disguise, what are the restrictions on your transformation?"

"have."

Liao Wenjie put on a serious face: "I'm not afraid to tell you that the biggest limitation is ourselves, which is talent. This is not a problem that can be solved with hard work. If it doesn't work, it won't work."

After saying that, he left Conan, who was staring with dead eyes, and made a bed in the center of the room. He complained that Japanese style was too troublesome and wanted to change to Western style.

Conan was full of questions, scratching his head and head anxiously. Knowing that Liao Wenjie would not answer, he still asked: "You just went out, did you find what you were looking for?"

"No, I have to go out again tomorrow night."

Liao Wenjie shook his head. Most of the nearby shrines are tourist attractions and shops selling souvenirs. Even if there is a witch, she is at the level of Obasan, referred to as an old witch. There is neither a cute and money-hungry girl nor a practitioner with telepathy.

He would go again tomorrow night and if he still found nothing, he would have no choice but to give up.

After all, Jackie the Flying Eagle is a thief. Eight out of ten sentences need to be scrutinized, and two sentences are definitely lies. Who knows if this guy has concealed the origin of the demon knife.

"Well, I have another question?"

"Ah, ask."

Liao Wenjie lay on the bed, closed his eyes and said: "After asking, go to bed quickly. Whether you can grow bigger in the future is still unknown. If not, and staying up late will hurt your body, Xiaolan will have to wait for you for ten years in vain."

here we go again.

Conan grinded his teeth for a while before saying, "Is your face really the same as it is now? Or is it that you are still in disguise and are not Brother Xiongsan's friend at all."

"Hoo~~ho~~ho~~~"

"Damn bastard!"

…

The next day, Suzuki Sonoko happily acted as a tour guide, wanting to show Liao Wenjie the local customs, and then...

Nothing more.

Liao Wenjie pointed to the coordinates on the map and asked Suzuki Sonoko to lead the way. He visited the shrines that he didn't have time to explore last night and visited them one by one today.

As the afternoon approached, Suzuki Sonoko was so tired that she vomited blood and wobbled on her feet while walking. She lamented that it was too difficult to pick up handsome guys.

Conan was also very tired and struggled to walk with a wooden stick. Only Liao Wenjie and Mao Lilan showed no reaction, especially the latter, who had taken a lot of beautiful mountain scenery and still wanted to continue.

"Yuanzi, the sun is setting soon. Let's go to the next mountain. I want to take some good shots."

"Sorry, you can only take pictures of my body and the scene of farewell."

Suzuki Sonoko couldn't hold it anymore, pointed to a noodle shop next to her, and said weakly: "Go and have a rest first. Only after you eat enough will you have the strength to walk."

"I agree." Conan raised his hand tremblingly.

Seeing Mao Lilan's gaze asking for advice, Liao Wenjie shrugged indifferently, and after checking all the shrines, he concluded that Jackie the Eagle was talking nonsense, and he could go anywhere now.

Pushing open the door of the noodle shop, the four of them found a table. Liao Wenjie and Conan sat in a row, opposite Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan.

"Guys, what do you want to order?"

The clerk wearing black-rimmed glasses came forward to ask. He was muscular, wearing a white T-shirt, with dark arms exposed, and a band-aid on the corner of his eyebrow.

“Four portions of chow mein!”

Suzuki Sonoko raised her hand listlessly and added: "I want the largest portion. If that doesn't work, give me half of the brat's fried noodles over there."

"Okay, three servings is normal, one portion is the maximum. Do you have any other requirements?" The clerk looked at Suzuki Sonoko patiently.

"there is none left."

Suzuki Sonoko shook her head and looked at Liao Wenjie with a smile like a flower: "Brother Wenjie, what about you, do you want to add a dessert?"

"No sweets, thank you."

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to be locked by a murderous aura just now.

For no reason, where did the murderous intent come from?

Is it possible that he has been too close to Conan in the past two days and the curse of death is finally coming to him?

It was interesting. He wanted to try to see what kind of carefully arranged 'accidents' would happen to him in Ke Xue's world view.

Earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions...

It can't be a meteorite, right?

While the four of them were waiting for the fried noodles, Mao Lilan smiled awkwardly: "Brother Wenjie, when we were at the beach two days ago, you said you would call Xinyi because there was an attack that night and you never found a chance. Now you can call one." Phone?"

After speaking, she clapped her hands and made a respectful request.

Not wearing a swimsuit, bad review!

On the side, Conan suddenly became energetic and wanted to see how Liao Wenjie justified his explanation.

"I'm afraid this won't work. I contacted Shinichi last night and mentioned you specifically, but he said that having a girlfriend is too troublesome and not as interesting as the case."

Glancing at the stunned Conan, Liao Wenjie continued: "He doesn't want to talk to you on the phone, and he has repeatedly warned me not to give you my number."

"Girlfriend!?"

Mao Lilan only heard the word 'girlfriend', and the rest fell on deaf ears. She sat on the chair with a red face, and then there was no movement.

Liao Wenjie: ()

One thing to say is that this girl is useless and it is recommended to delete her account and try again.

Opposite Mao Lilan, Conan lowered his head and smiled foolishly, then received a punch on the top of his head and lay on the table, also silent.

"Guest, you ordered fried noodles."

The clerk brought the tray and placed the four portions of fried noodles one by one. The largest portion in front of Suzuki Sonoko was piled into a hill, making Liao Wenjie look confused.

What's going on? This is too affordable. The promised neon price is disappointing?

"Sir, this is a gift from our store. I wish you a pleasant meal."

The clerk took a bottle of white wine from the tray and placed it in front of Liao Wenjie along with the glass.

"???"

Liao Wenjie picked up the liquor and saw the words "Baigan'er" and the alcohol concentration of 75%.

Conan's royal brew, Lao Baigan, can change the size of any place after drinking it!

Who in the right mind would drink liquor with this level of alcohol?

Liao Wenjie looked at the clerk speechlessly. He had reason to suspect that this was a black shop. If he, the only male, was brought down, a dozen big men would rush out and do whatever they wanted to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko.

Because it was neon, Liao Wenjie instantly had a picture in his mind. It was a science and education film about a tram. An urban workplace OL walked into the tram, and more than a dozen masked men pounced on it, and there was a lot of misery behind it.

Suddenly, Liao Wenjie found that the clerk's eyes were on their table, or to be precise, on Suzuki Sonoko.

No, no, no, it’s impossible, how could such a thing happen!

Liao Wenjie shook his head. In front of him, Suzuki Sonoko was eating happily. He rolled up a ball of fried noodles with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth without chewing.

Looking at the clerk again and confirming that he was really staring at Suzuki Sonoko without blinking, Liao Wenjie took a breath and whispered in Conan's ear: "Something's wrong, that clerk is observing Sonoko."

"!"

Conan's face changed. For no reason, no one would pay attention to Suzuki Sonoko. Either they knew the identity of her daughter and were preparing to kidnap her, or because...

"If I remember correctly, there was a murder recently. The victim had brown hair and had very similar features to Sonoko."

Conan responded in a low voice, pushing up his glasses full of wisdom: "Sonoko is in danger, she is being targeted by a murderer."

"Well, you misunderstood. What I meant was that someone fell in love with Sonoko at first sight."

"That's ridiculous. How can there be such a person? He's more like a murderer!" Conan sneered. He had full confidence in Suzuki Sonoko. He is a murderer and there is no second possibility.