Rice Krispies Hotel, Mantiantian new work launch conference.

There was a long queue in front of the parcel storage office. Kitahara Sosuke, wearing a newly purchased white suit, stood in the middle of the queue.

At this time, all the broken hair in front of his forehead was combed back, he applied gel cream to set the shape, and wore blue contact lenses. He then used makeup to deepen the shadows on both sides of his nose and around his eye sockets, visually changing his eyebrows and eyes slightly.

Between them, his age seems to have increased by several years in an instant. He looks like a young man with a somewhat gloomy and arrogant personality. Compared with the original Kitahara Sosuke, his facial features are only three-dimensional, and his intuitive visual impression is completely different.

Two different people.

In this world, this level of makeup is enough.

In Kitahara Sosuke's original world, the miraculous Japanese makeup technique is known as the four major evil arts in Asia along with Thai sex change, Korean plastic surgery, and Chinese painting. It can easily turn a person into someone he can recognize.

Not coming out.

But in this world, it is probably because high-end players go to play disguise, or maybe because the average appearance level in the fantasy world is relatively high, but the level of makeup skills is relatively low. The makeup teacher invited by Kitahara Sosuke is already

He is a master in the industry, and his level is equivalent to that of an ordinary beauty blogger in Kitahara Sosuke's previous life. Ordinary women only need to put on lipstick to be considered to have put on makeup.

Fortunately, he can add some more.

When I applied makeup for the second time this morning, Kitahara Sosuke was sure that his level had surpassed that of the teacher, and he couldn't help but sigh at the low level of makeup products in this world.

A small commotion was taking place in front of the queue. Three employees from the Mantendo Development Department suddenly ran up to Kogoro Mori to say hello, and jumped in line because they were about to be late. The people at the back complained quite a bit, but because of Mantendo’s social

The chief suddenly appeared and yelled at the three of them to get back to work quickly, but no one said anything.

Soon it was Kitahara Sosuke's turn. He put the suitcase he bought randomly on the counter and received a number plate with "117" written on it.

At the press conference, the crowd was bustling. Kitahara Sosuke walked around for a while, lined up a driving game and played it for a while. Suddenly he heard a girl nearby shouting: "Come back quickly! Stinky Shinichi!"

"Bang!"

Mao Lilan punched the force measuring game machine hard. The poor machine shook violently and made an extremely loud sound. A big "400" appeared on the display screen along with an explosion-like pattern.

"400?"

The crowd of onlookers all exclaimed, this is the highest score so far.

"Hey, that girl is so beautiful!" A fat young man standing in line next to him couldn't help but tell his friends.

"Yes." The friend said coldly: "Her fists are also very beautiful. She can beat ten of you."

"Then... forget it then." The chubby young man shrank his neck, showing a scared look.

At this time, Kitahara Sosuke saw a fairly handsome man accompanying Conan, and the two of them walked towards the toilet together.

——It’s almost time!

He left the game console and looked around like an ordinary tourist. He accidentally met a man wearing glasses and looking very honest.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't pay attention just now, I'm sorry." Kitahara Sosuke apologized hastily.

"No, it's nothing!"

The man seemed to have something on his mind, looking around and not even looking at who the person who hit him was.

After Kitahara Sosuke walked past him, he curled his lips slightly, took off his jacket and put it on his arm.

This man's name was Takeshita Yunobu. He packed explosives in his briefcase and secretly changed his number plate. He wanted to use this to blow up his colleague Hideaki Nakajima. However, he did not expect that Hideaki Nakajima was secretly working with the black organization.

To make a deal, they also adopted the method of exchanging number plates with the other party. So the bomb was taken away by Tequila, a member of the unlucky black organization, and he received a "lucky lunch" in the toilet soon after.

When Tequila was killed by the explosion, Conan was outside the toilet. Therefore, Kitahara Sosuke speculated that his mission this time should be to prevent this kid from being affected by the explosion.

But before that, he can still charge a little action fee.

"Hello, I want to pick up a package." Kitahara Sosuke pushed a number plate to the front of the counter.

The beautiful waitress with long hair glanced at the number plate and said, "Hello, are you a guest of No. 99?"

Beiyuan smiled and said: "Yes."

The waiter handed over a black suitcase. Kitahara Sosuke lowered his eyes and looked at the emblem of Mantendo Company on the side of the suitcase, and then took it. The coat on his arm seemed to cover it inadvertently, and the round emblem was touched by his force.

Break it off.

This thing needs to be left on top, maybe it will be seen by Conan later. Kitahara Sosuke is not an employee of Mantian, and he does not have the tie clip and watch that are necessary for employees. He is carrying a suitcase with the company emblem, which is accurate.

That guy will be suspicious of you.

Carrying his suitcase, he walked towards the secluded toilet and saw an extraordinarily tall man in black walking over.

——Tequila!

I looked down and saw Conan not far away.

What a risk!

Kitahara Sosuke secretly rejoiced, carrying his suitcase and passing by Conan, vaguely feeling a line of sight looking towards him from bottom to top.

At this time, the voice of the check-in clerk came: "Hello, guest No. 98."

That line of sight disappeared instantly.

Kitahara Sosuke breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that Conan was staring at the man in black, he walked quickly into the toilet, quickly stuffed the suitcase into the game backpack while no one was around, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I went to the toilet, washed my hands, went out, and saw agave again!

The little Conan squatted on the ground, put his hands under the feet of the man in black, and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle, you stepped on my 10 yuan coin."

Tequila was condescending and looked at him indifferently. She showed no pity or care for the child at all. Instead, she kicked Conan out and cursed: "Are you asking for a beating? You brat!"

"It hurts!" Conan yelled, covering his face.

Kitahara Sosuke took a breath of air and couldn't help but lean back.

——Brother, do you know who you kicked?

Although he knew about this plot, when he saw it with his own eyes, Kitahara Sosuke still felt deep sympathy in his heart.

——Sympathy for Agave.

No wonder Tequila, as the real liquor of a black organization, has a more powerful appearance than vodka, but it died so casually... Brother, you have taken a narrow road!

There are not many people who dare to provoke death without the destiny of Gin and survive. When people who do this are dressed in black, they are basically booking a one-way ticket on the expressway of life.

Tequila turned around and saw Kitahara Sosuke who had just come out of the toilet, and was slightly surprised. He glanced at the young man in front of him warily, and saw that he seemed to be afraid of his own figure and momentum, and was slightly satisfied. With a

After warning the other party with a murderous look, Tequila walked into the toilet.

Just when Conan was about to follow him, he saw this strange young man staring at him with curious eyes. He panicked and quickly ran a little further away, touched the glasses frame, and adjusted the channel.

He had just taken the opportunity to install the bug and transmitter on the soles of Tequila's shoes. At this time, the voice from the other side was coming from the earphones mounted on the glasses frame.

"Strange...why can't you get in?"

Tequila said in a dialect with a special accent.

"Huh? Is it open?"

"ah!"

A scream mixed with panic and fear came. Conan was just wondering when he heard a violent explosion coming from the toilet not far away!

Fiery blasts of wind and fire burst out from the narrow door!

The other side of the toilet is close to the street. The explosion was more serious than in the hotel. With a loud bang, a big hole was blown out of the wall. The jet of fire and hot wind pushed out the pedestrians on the street, and even a car on the roadside.

The car was overturned!

Compared with the momentum, the scene inside the hotel was just trivial.

Conan looked at the place where the explosion occurred in a daze, and was a little unable to react for a moment.

The loud sound attracted many people in the hall. Someone pointed in this direction and said: "That aisle suddenly lit up, as if there was an explosion!"

"Explosion, explosion?"

Conan suddenly woke up and rushed to the toilet despite the thick smoke. Takeshita Yunobu and three other people hurriedly followed behind and shouted: "Wait a minute, little brother!"

"Wow, how scary!" Someone sighed in a cold sweat while looking at the big hole and smoke that had been blown out of the originally clean toilet.

Takeshita Yunobu followed Conan and advised: "Little brother, it's very dangerous here, get out quickly!"

Conan didn't hear this man's voice. He picked up a leather shoe from the ground and gritted his teeth as he looked at the bug he attached.

——It’s hard to find some clues about those guys, but I didn’t expect that something like this would happen!

Was he involved by chance? Or was he deliberately eliminated?

Who is it?!

——That’s right! That young man!

He suddenly remembered the person who walked out of the toilet before Tequila entered it.

As soon as he left the toilet, Tequila went in and exploded!

If you want to say who is most likely to plant a bomb in the toilet, it must be that person!

That person...yes, I have seen that person before!

He was clearly carrying a suitcase before entering the toilet, but when he came out just now, the suitcase was missing!

Could it be that what was in the box was a bomb?

Damn it! You actually caused an explosion in a place with so many people!

...Wearing white clothes does not quite fit in with the dressing style of the black organization...but no one says that the black organization cannot wear white clothes.

Tequila doesn't seem to know the other person... But if he came here just to silence him, it's normal that he doesn't know him... And it can't be ruled out that the two parties pretend not to know each other...
Chapter completed!