Chapter 898

"This world is absurd and incoherent. Let's watch first and then turn everything upside down later," Bai Lang thought, but said, "The murderer really has good strength. To be able to nail someone to this painting with a sword, looking at the strength of the fixation, I'm afraid it has already pierced the wall." This remark was met with collective staring from the cops—there were many people on the scene, but at a glance, who else had this kind of strength besides him, Bai Lang? Tall, fierce-looking, he looked like a strong man who would kill and rob.

"I don't have the time to commit the crime, nor do I have the motive—I'm a tourist. I haven't been to this art museum before today, and I don't know the victim." Bai Lang said very frankly. His identity was indeed simple, and a check of his driver's license showed obvious characteristics—this was also the tacit understanding between people in this line of work and the officials: leave a little characteristic to tell the visitor where they came from. Now the police officer in charge of the case knew that this person had just come out of that place.

People who came out of there were very fierce, and killing was a very common thing, but Bai Lang's suspicion was indeed the lightest. At this time, a certain girl detective went online, sitting on the sofa on the side as if asleep, and began to speak, using reasoning to expose the murderer's method. Of course, she also exposed the murderer's face, and by this time, Bai Lang had already walked out the door. People like him were the enemies of reasoning detectives, because if he wanted to kill someone, it would never be something a detective could catch by relying on reasoning and deduction.

You could say that with a casual strike, hidden Internal Force lies dormant, and after a few days, it triggers to shatter the heart and lungs—how the hell are you supposed to catch a killer like that? Or, say, from ten meters away, a palm force travels secretly along the ground, and the power of the Fire Transmission Divine Skill surges up from the Yongquan acupoint to shatter a person's internal organs—how the hell are you supposed to catch a killer like that... This is why Chinese people cannot appear in mystery novels.

In this world, after Bai Lang went back, he came into contact with the dark side—it should be that the news of him coming from that place had leaked. The one looking for him was the director of a small company. They were willing to pay a large sum of money, hoping he could fight as their fighter in the so-called Kengan matches. "Aha, so that's how it is. Sure, let's go and see—by the way, it doesn't matter if I kill someone, right?"

That certainly didn't matter. This was a "regular" arena no-rules fighting competition. Although it didn't advocate killing people directly and had prepared excellent doctors and sufficient advanced medical equipment, it didn't forbid killing people in the arena; it only forbade continuing to attack after falling down to admit defeat or losing consciousness. After all, there were quite a few fighting techniques whose highest secret was to be performed with the awareness of killing.

This company was in the advertising industry, taking orders from Dentsu. Recently, there was a big order that two companies were competing for, and they decided to use the traditional Kengan match to solve the problem. Bai Lang was over 1.9 meters tall, with an explosive beard, looking like a top-tier, heroic person. The competition he participated in was also together with several other matches—after all, this was only a small business of over a billion, and the fighters hired were basically the unknown ones.

Otherwise, the appearance fee would be too high and not worth the loss.

This battle was on a cruise ship—there were many tourists on the cruise ship, but a considerable part of the area was forbidden to ordinary tourists. Only Kengan staff, participants, and the VIPs they invited could enter. Bai Lang didn't wear any martial arts uniform, nor did he just wear a pair of shorts; he just wore a T-shirt and a pair of elastic jeans, and a pair of ordinary sneakers. These were all checked to ensure there was no Kevlar or iron plate inside.

The guy opposite him was taller than him, a muscular giant over two meters tall, and he actually had a head of elegant, curly long hair. He was wearing a one-piece vest-style wrestling suit. There was a special arena on the cruise ship, a 15-meter by 15-meter arena designed to accommodate high-speed fighting techniques. Bai Lang stepped onto the arena casually. The guy opposite him weighed much more than him, and his strong muscles were wrapped in a layer of fat.

At over two meters tall and weighing over 250 jin, this guy, after the start, rushed over like a heavy tank with his hands in a bull-horn style, thumping and half-crouching. Bai Lang didn't have any shocking fighting style; he simply struck a pose of "empty-handed escape," a straight punch hitting the opponent's head, and by the way, a low sweep kick knocked down the opponent. Just this one strike, and the muscular man opposite was unable to get up, losing consciousness.

Thus, Bai Lang won and got one victory in Kengan. "This is still the power of the mundane. If I used true Qi and internal force, no one in the world could stop me." This guy laughed. The water in this world was very shallow, a pure fighting world plus a messy reasoning world. Bai Lang could get away with just a little effort. It was just that he felt watching the show was a bit interesting, so after returning to Dong Jing this time, he immediately went to that "Roller Washing Machine" side and directly told the long-horned little girl that the little kid was the washing machine who had taken medicine and shrunk...

After that, he could be refreshed. Damn, it was long and smelly for thousands of episodes; now he would finish it within a hundred episodes. The expression here should be Jim Carrey's mask smile, changing from a fake smile to a resentful one—thinking of the dog painter's expression, Bai Lang felt great.

So after returning to Dong Jing Du, he went to do it...

Was it difficult to use the company's power to find a second-rate detective agency? When Bai Lang appeared at the agency, those people were a bit surprised, and Bai Lang said in front of everyone that the big-headed kid was the Roller Washing Machine, just that he had taken a drug in an experiment by a certain organization and had an extremely rare adverse reaction, so his physical age had shrunk to elementary school... Next, the miserable state of this kid being beaten, Bai Lang couldn't bear to look.

This little lecher, using his identity as a kid, had taken baths with the long-horned girl several times...

A Lan actually didn't want to hit him too hard, after all, he was her boyfriend, but A Lan had a bit of a wrong sense of her own strength, so Conan was miserable. Fortunately, his vitality was very tenacious, and looking at his bruised and swollen face, it was just skin trauma. Didn't he see Mouri being beaten by his daughter every day and not dying? Even more terrifying, the mother-in-law also came, and Bai Lang didn't watch the scene of the mother-daughter mixed doubles. "It's fine, there will be an antidote, but it's true that this kid is hiding in elementary school to deceive little girls."

The Roller Washing Machine stretched out his "Ziwei, wait a moment" hand, but Bai Lang didn't save him, instead running away with a chuckle...

This small company intended to sign a formal fighter contract with Bai Lang, which was equivalent to getting money for nothing as one of the directors of the company. If he met Kengan, he had to fight on behalf of the company. Bai Lang didn't care and signed it. Annual income of over 20 million, and the bonus for fighting was extra. ===== CHAPTER 899 =====