Chapter 897

Bai Lang was already extremely familiar with the work of a road-blocking highwayman. Standing like that, people had no choice but to stop. The K-car stopped, but the driver didn't dare to open the door. Bai Lang strode forward. "I must be polite; I can't just break someone's door. After all, I'm just hitching a ride." Seeing the driver curled up inside, "It's actually a chick, hahahaha. Should I rob her of her virtue?"

He was just saying it. One had to know that Japanese sorcery was makeup; who knew what this Japanese woman looked like after removing her makeup? And Bai Lang had never been a lecher; when had he, Bai Shao Bao, ever lost face like this? He strode into the passenger seat and adjusted himself. "This car is really small, and it can't be sold in other countries; no one wants it." He muttered, and the woman, seeing such a fierce-looking, sturdy man, was already scared to death and couldn't say anything.

"The direction is Dong Jing; keep driving, don't park illegally." Bai Lang said. The woman secretly sized up Bai Lang, seemingly discovering the heroic spirit beneath the beard, so she obediently started the car. The car couldn't drive fast, and there was nothing to talk about along the way. Bai Lang began to size up the female driver.

"Looking at the bone age, she's about twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Looking at the cosmetics, it's not bad—I have to say, improving the human race is somewhat useful. I remember they all used to have big basin faces. As for height, it's less than 1.6 meters. Looking at the leg shape, it's probably radish legs..." After scanning her up and down, Bai Lang leaned back in the seat and dozed off. "This seat is really small, not very comfortable."

Bai Lang went to doze off, and now it was the woman named Yoshino Takiko's turn to secretly observe Bai Lang—she didn't know if she was unlucky or lucky today. She went back to her hometown to handle business and was driving back at night, not expecting to meet such a fierce person robbing the road and forcing a ride. Now this fierce person seemed to be asleep, and when Takiko looked carefully, she found that this big man actually counted as a samurai-type handsome guy?

It was the kind of bearded samurai in Ukiyo-e, the kind with well-developed muscles.

Should she call the police? As soon as she thought of the pathetic reputation of the Dong Jing police, this thought immediately vanished beyond the clouds.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the car had entered Dong Jing Du and stopped in a small parking lot in front of an apartment—it was still some distance from the urban area known as Dong Jing, so there was still room to park. Bai Lang had already woken up. "Thanks." He was still polite. After getting out of the car, he stretched, his joints making crackling sounds. "Is there a hotel nearby?" He asked.

Takiko pointed in a direction and said in a very small voice, "You can see it if you walk over." Bai Lang nodded, and with a flick of his finger, something the size of a marble landed in Takiko's palm. Looking down, it was an ink-green oval gemstone with a light that seemed to swim and change in the center; it was exactly a cat's-eye tourmaline. When she looked up again, she found that the sturdy man had already vanished without a trace.

Bai Lang had money on him. He opened a room in this hotel and planned to buy a detached house to live in first—he had plenty of money on him, having borrowed a lot of money that didn't need to be repaid from those places before. Buying a detached house was affordable; large apartments were indeed not possible, but a detached house in this peripheral area was no problem. "The extra money can even buy a bicycle or a light motorcycle."

Doing business in the small country didn't require an ID card, especially since this place was close to the Nakano District, where people without social identity documents often appeared, so there was a convenient underground business—providing legal identity documents for these people. After Bai Lang paid a sum of money to buy the house, this was a gift from the local real estate developer. Bai Lang was still called Bai Lang; he didn't want to use any foreign name. He was now a legal foreigner—for those coming from the Nakano District, the simplest thing was to give them a foreigner's identity.

Bai Lang temporarily settled in this detached house with no special features. He still had money and prepared to go around Dong Jing to see if there were any ways to make money... Although he still had over ten million, he had to be prepared for a rainy day. He deposited the money into an account and began to ride a bicycle through the streets and alleys.

In so many worlds, the days he spent in Dong Jing were really not many, just a few rounds of King of Fighters. But he still savored the saucy and wild energy of those women... "Really have to look in the adult videos..." Bai Lang was in sportswear, riding a bicycle and enjoying the breeze.

It had to be said that at this age, the small country at least did a good job of pretending to control pollution, probably because of de-industrialization. Overall, the air was quite good. Bai Lang rode along the river embankment, looking at the sign overhead indicating that the Port District was still 45 kilometers away, and couldn't help but laugh. Although this place was far from the city center of Dong Jing, it was quite lively.

And here, an art museum appeared, with a notice posted that it would be closed in a few days. Bai Lang also wanted to go in and take a look. "Ho, it's really not modern art." The paintings inside were classical oil paintings that Bai Lang could appreciate, many of which were themes of religion or the battle between darkness and light. "Hmm, this is painted really well. The problem is, I've hardly heard of the authors?" Bai Lang looked around; there didn't seem to be anyone in this art museum.

There were a few men and women visiting. Two of them should be high school girls, right? Anyway, they looked very much like it. One of them even had a horn on her head—looking closely, Bai Lang discovered that it was just hair, probably fixed into a horn with hair gel. Beside her was a little kid, at most in the first or second grade, with a particularly large head.

He was wearing a proper suit with shorts. This combination and this dress made Bai Lang feel somewhat familiar. He was an expert among experts, but after just a slight search of his memory, he immediately identified that this wasn't Conan! The one with the horn was Xiao Lan, and the one with the headband showing a big forehead was Sonoko. Plus, this was an art museum, and Bai Lang immediately remembered the Art Museum Murder Case—he hadn't watched much of the thousands of episodes of Conan, just remembered some cases in the early part of the manga.

And Xiao Lan and Conan also noticed Bai Lang, who was tall and sturdy. The most critical thing was his explosive beard and flame-like eyebrows, giving people a feeling of peerless ferocity. Sure enough, Sonoko, who ran quickly into the next exhibition hall, let out a scream. Inside was a murder scene.

The useless police arrived quite quickly, sealing off the entire art museum. Because Bai Lang had already walked into the scene, he couldn't leave. The old-fashioned Inspector Megure was still in command of the scene, and Conan was already checking the murder scene. "Is this kid not afraid at all?" Bai Lang said, and immediately a policeman came over to take Conan away. Bai Lang immediately noticed Conan's resentful gaze and chuckled—the other policemen were like facing a great enemy because no one on the scene looked more like a criminal than him. ===== CHAPTER 898 =====