Chapter 272 The one-way ticket to Huangquan you ordered
"Brother Wenjie, the more I think about that palm you hit before, the more powerful I feel. What kind of palm technique was it?"
In the hot spring dormitory, Liao Wenjie was lying on a Japanese-style quilt wearing a dead fish eye patch, with Kyogoku Makoto and Conan on the left and right.
The group handed the victim and the perverted murderer to the police. Because of Suzuki Sonoko's identity, they quickly recorded a confession and left calmly.
Money is not everything, but it is the closest thing to everything, especially in a capital country like Neon, where the rich and powerful Suzuki family has a pass everywhere.
As for why Kyogoku was also in the hot spring dormitory, he didn't want to at first, but since he came, he simply didn't go back.
"Iron Sand Palm, a very ordinary palm technique, nothing special."
"No way, Iron Sand Palm is so powerful?"
Kyogoku Zhen expressed disbelief. Although his academic performance was average and the possibility of going to college was basically zero, he could become a special admissions student based on his sports performance, so it would not be difficult for him to go to college.
In other words, he is also a cultural person, and Liao Wenjie cannot deceive him.
Unlike my senior brother, whose grades in cultural classes were poor, in order to avoid the embarrassment of having a full paper equal to a blank paper, I just handed in a blank paper and skipped the exam.
"Believe it or not, I am very skilled in practice, and I have mastered the iron sand palm to the limit..."
"But my master said that any martial arts has its upper limit. The predecessors planted trees for future generations to enjoy the shade. But if future generations want to surpass their predecessors, they must plant a bigger tree with their own hands. That palm is definitely not an iron sand palm. ." Kyogoku truly believed in his master's words.
"Hoohoho"
"..."
Seeing Liao Wenjie pretending to sleep, Kyogoku scratched his head helplessly and subconsciously looked at Conan, who was wearing the same fish-eye eyepatch next to him: "Brother Wenjie...has he always been like this?"
"Yes, if you talk to him about serious things, he will become very unserious. If you follow his fancy and talk to him about unserious things..."
Conan paused and summed up his experience: "I advise you not to do it, because you will fall into the trap."
"Ah this..."
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Because Kyogoku Maya stayed in the hot spring dormitory and did not mention leaving, Liao Wenjie's plan was severely disrupted and he was unable to visit the Tanaka family residence at night.
Kyogoku is really not Conan. His physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary people, and his sensory abilities are also ridiculously strong. It is basically impossible to sneak out without telling him.
Knock him out...
Not really.
On the third day, Liao Wenjie asked Kyogoku Makoto what to do with his salary at the noodle shop if he picked up girls all day without working.
You don’t have to have sex with girls, you can’t lose your soul as a worker, and no one can take advantage of capitalists.
After getting the answer, I realized that Kyogoku really didn't have a part-time job. He was a native of Izu, and the noodle shop was his family's business. He just came to help during the holidays.
In addition, his family has chain restaurants in tourist attractions across Shizuoka Prefecture, as well as hotels and other assets. He is a son of a wealthy family.
It is reasonable to be poor in literature and rich in martial arts.
Liao Wenjie couldn't fault it, so he could only modify his plan.
Time flashed forward to the fifth day, and the time agreed with Tomizawa Yuzo to meet in Tokyo arrived. Suzuki Sonoko and Kyogoku Masato were passionately in love and refused to leave Izu, so they arranged for a driver to take Liao Wenjie to Tokyo.
Conan wanted to take a ride back to Tokyo, but Mao Lilan insisted on staying with Suzuki Sonoko, so he had no choice but to stay.
After waving goodbye to everyone, Liao Wenjie glanced at the sunset that was about to set down the mountain. He secretly thought that an opportunity finally came and asked the driver to take a detour before returning to Tokyo. It was a rare opportunity and he wanted to take a few sets of landscape photos.
The driver said it was not a big problem. His mission was to take Liao Wenjie back to Tokyo. As long as he was okay, let alone an hour or two late. If Liao Wenjie wanted to experience the local characteristics, he would do his best to satisfy him.
But it didn’t happen. Less than halfway through the detour, the car suddenly had a tire blowout. The driver got out of the car to check, muttering that he would learn from it and work hard. The two rear wheels were shrunken at the same time. This was the first time he had seen it in many years of driving.
"Sir, this may take up a lot of your time."
The driver checked and confirmed that it would take an hour to change the tire on the spot, but it would only take half an hour to call a colleague and drive another car over.
After being delayed for half an hour, the driver was very helpless and could only bow and apologize.
It’s only half an hour. Is the neon land too small, or is it because the Suzuki family has too much money and has luxury cars everywhere as spare tires?
Liao Wenjie complained in his heart, smiled and said that it was not a big problem, he could just take pictures nearby, it could take as short as half an hour, as long as one hour, and he would be back soon.
"Sir, many places nearby are private property. Don't cross the boundary when taking photos. Some people are difficult to deal with."
"No problem, I'm just taking pictures, I won't wander around."
With that said, Liao Wenjie turned around and walked directly into the forest on the roadside.
Five days have not been idle. I have found out where the Tanaka family is located. It is very close to here. It takes ten minutes to go back and forth, twenty minutes to do the work, and it can be solved in half an hour. It is perfect.
After the transformation, Liao Wenjie took out a black suit from the red umbrella, put it on, and finally put a white mask on his face.
Souvenirs purchased at the shrine attractions are used for secondary disguise.
People in society are sinister, and almost everyone is paranoid. If you show your face directly, they will not believe it, and they will think it is a disguise. But wearing a mask is different. If it is fake, they will think it is real, and they will believe it.
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Putting on a white mask with only one pair of eyes exposed, Liao Wenjie tied his long hair with a red rope, waved his hand and took out the demon sword, and moved forward like a ghost, heading straight to Tanaka's house halfway up the mountain.
Neon people are particularly fond of this kind of artistic conception, which is like a Japanese-style villa in a mountain dojo, especially a family that has been passed down for many years. They are so paranoid that one can't help but suspect that they did it deliberately, just to be arty and emphasize the family's heritage.
"Mr. Nobuo, is there no news from Hong Kong Island yet?"
In the Japanese-style living room, three people were sitting on their knees looking at each other. The slightly older middle-aged man was Nobuo Tanaka. Hearing this, he smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you two, everything will be safe on Hong Kong Island. I have already made arrangements."
"As far as we know, Huo's Center was closed due to structural problems and the chairman died suddenly. Your arrangement is not appropriate at all."
There were two onmyojis in casual clothes, one male and one female. The man leading the group said coldly: "There is no news from the owner. We have been waiting for a long time and we can't wait any longer!"
"Don't be impatient, you two. Even if you don't believe me, can you still believe in the ability of the museum owner?"
Tanaka Nobuo's smile did not change: "The Huo Center is the Huo Center, and the Shura Barrier is the Shura Barrier. The two cannot be generalized. The owner of the museum is very safe now, and no one can find him."
"Mr. Nobuo, this is how you responded a few times before. With all due respect, this cooperation is very strange. Now you are trying to conceal the truth. Can I assume that you have secretly killed our owner?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Xiaolin, Ms. Ikuko, you are worrying too much. The owner of the museum is very powerful. Even if I want to harm you secretly, I have to have that ability!"
"So, you found an excuse to trick the owner into going to Hong Kong Island!"
"Absurd! I have been friends with the museum owner for many years, and we are allies. What good will it do me if he dies?"
Speaking of this, Nobuo Tanaka raised the corner of his mouth and gave Onmyoji Kobayashi a look that everyone understood: "After ten days, if you still can't get in touch with the owner, then... I am willing to support Mr. Kobayashi to succeed the owner. Position, how about it?"
"That makes no sense, who do you think I am!"
Xiao Lin was furious, slapped his hand on the low table, and said coldly: "I will visit again in ten days. I hope Mr. Nobuo can give me a satisfactory answer by then."
"Don't worry, Mr. Xiaolin will not be disappointed by then."
Tanaka Nobuo picked up the teapot and filled the small teacup in front of Xiaolin: "I also hope that Master Xiaolin will reciprocate the courtesy and don't forget the alliance between us. Compared with those people, our background is a little worse after all."
"Mr. Nobuo, don't lie, I am not the owner...at least not now."
Xiao Lin picked up the small tea cup, smelled the aroma of the tea, and confirmed that it did not contain any additives before drinking it all in one gulp.
boom! !
Just when the two of them looked at each other and smiled, there was a loud bang and the wall outside the house collapsed. In the dust, a thin figure holding a knife loomed.
"who?"
Four men dressed as bodyguards rushed out of the dark wall, yelling and pointing their pistols at the collapsed wall.
Tanaka Nobuo's face changed suddenly, and he looked at the two Onmyoji with evil eyes. Kobayashi also had a pale face, looking at the empty cup in his hand, gritting his teeth and glaring at Tanaka Nobuo.
"Mr. Nobuo, what good will it do you to kill me?"
"Wait, he's not yours?"
"???"
The two looked at each other for a moment, and the fierce glare in their eyes slowly dropped, and at the same time they looked at the intruder who broke into the other courtyard.
Crash---
Four crows circled over the courtyard. One of them flapped its wings and descended, landing on Liao Wenjie's shoulder.
He drew his sword out of its sheath, looked past the four bodyguards, and stopped at Nobuo Tanaka. He said coldly and ruthlessly: "Who is Nobuo Tanaka? The one-way ticket to the underworld he ordered has arrived."
"Who are you……"
Nobuo Tanaka frowned. Liao Wenjie was wearing a mask and could not confirm his identity, but his appearance in black and the crows flying in the sky made him think of a possibility.
"It turns out that I am Mr. Nobuo's distinguished guest. Please excuse me and say goodbye without disturbing you." Xiao Lin smiled contemptuously, turned around and left.
"Mr. Kobayashi, someone came to kill me today, and someone will kill you tomorrow. Don't say you don't understand the meaning of lips and teeth." Nobuo Tanaka sneered, turned around and took out his family heirloom sword, unsheathed it with a clang, and stood straight Aim at Liao Wenjie.
"kill him!"
Bang! Bang! Bang————
Four pistols fired at the same time, causing crows to flutter their wings and fly away.
Liao Wenjie swung his knife into a silver net, and at the same time moved his feet left and right to avoid the incoming bullets.
As we all know, people and their physiques cannot be generalized, so firearms are not invincible, and there are many ways to dodge bullets.
Ordinary people use bunkers; well-trained special forces rely on experience to predict the direction of the muzzle and jump left and right in the gap between pulling the trigger; martial arts masters catch the bullets with their own bodies, and swordsmanship masters directly split the bullets, and even use their swords to kill them. It is divided into two parts.
This is the case for Liao Wenjie. With the long knife in his hand, he can slash like the wind, and the cold and sharp knife can't be splashed with water.
Not a single one was blocked, and he was driven back step by step by the bullets.
All martial arts masters who practice kung fu dodge bullets like this, there's nothing wrong with it!
I'm typing, I'm typing, I will definitely add a chapter before the end of the month