Conan: The Man Behind the Romance

Chapter 92 What is the Thousand-Faced Witch?

After Diana finished measuring her dimensions and turned through the wooden door, Alex quickly came over with a black suit in his hands.

He held it in his hands and handed it to Xiaolan: "It takes some time to make custom clothes. This is made according to the size provided by Mr. Liuying before. You can try it in the dressing room."

A hint of shame and anger flashed across Xiaolan's eyes, and she remembered what happened at the winery training base.

But at this point, there was no need to be shy. She took the clothes and entered the changing room under Alex's guidance.

So after a while, the person who reappeared in front of Yingsheng was the never-before-seen western-suited Ran.

The black fabric was as smooth as dew condensed in the night sky, and was well-cut, outlining her tall and slender lines in an exceptionally neat way. Her black hair was simply tied behind her head, her facial features were delicate and heroic, and her eyes were sharp and bright, as if she was an elegant cheetah under the full moon, or a black rose that had just bloomed.

"COOL——"

Yingsheng stretched out his voice and gave Xiaolan a thumbs up:
"Xiao Lan, if you go to the store, you might be able to break my sales record."

"..."

Xiaolan was full of energy for less than five seconds before Yingsheng's words left her speechless.

"I say, is there anyone who praises others like you?"

"Ha, you are discriminating against your profession."

"… Sorry, besides, you know my size, and it fits me perfectly, so why do you want me to measure it again?"

"Some data cannot be confirmed by calculation alone."

"for example?"

"..."

Yingsheng was helpless: "Are you sure you want to ask me this?" He glanced at Diana who had just walked out from behind the curtain, turned around and went out, "Don't get angry later, this is a very serious and important matter, not vulgar at all."

Xiaolan looked confused and turned to look at Diana.

Diana walked to Xiaolan with amusement and whispered in her ear: "Most evening gowns are strapless. If you don't conduct professional measurements of the breasts under various movements, there is a risk of them falling off."

"???"

"!!!"

Bewildered Xiaolan was completely stunned at first, then she sneered and steam came out of her head.

Ah, after all, I have become a steam princess.

Diana covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She was wearing a handsome black suit, but she made such a soft expression. Oh no, her Angel was so cute that it was against the rules.

After a long pause, Xiaolan finally opened the wooden door. Yingsheng, who was standing by and waiting, tilted his head and looked over, smiling:
"Your cheeks are still a little red."

"Humph!"

Xiaolan raised her hands to cover her face, and stared at Yingsheng fiercely with her big watery eyes:

"Big pervert!"

"No way, I'm too innocent." Yingsheng spread his hands helplessly: "I didn't do anything, could it be that Miss Diana did something to you?"

"..."

Xiaolan turned her head and asked shyly, "Hey, what is the standard for normal measurement?"

"what?????"

This question really stunned Yingsheng. He quickly turned to look at Diana who was standing in front of the curtain. Diana raised her head and looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle... the ceiling. She looked like she didn't know what was going on and was just about to whistle a few times.

"hiss--"

Yingsheng was shocked: "Oh no, Xiaolan, has your charm evolved to the point where it appeals to both men and women?" He gritted his teeth, held onto Xiaolan's shoulders and pushed her towards the door: "Damn, you're too slow, go beat up that guy who took advantage of you!"

Xiaolan: "..."

Diana: "..."

Seeing Yingsheng's angry face, Diana curled her lips slightly and said, "Mr. Liuying, I thought you were a gentleman. Do you even care about little jokes between women? This is too suffocating, isn't it, Miss Lan?"

Xiaolan: "..."

Yingsheng: “…”

Oh my, I've met my match.

Yingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Between homosexuals..." Bang!
Xiaolan turned around and covered Yingsheng's mouth, her eyes full of: Please stop talking.

"..."

Yingsheng had no choice but to push her hand away and look at Diana: "I'll let you go this time, but next time..."

Diana's eyes lit up: "There will be a next time?!"

"!!!"

Yingsheng's eyes widened, and he looked down at Xiaolan who was also stunned: "Why don't you call the police? This girl is a nymphomaniac! She must be put in jail!"

"Please spare me, Miss Lan."

Diana came over and put her arms around Xiaolan, holding her tightly against her chest. She swayed restlessly from side to side and blinked at Xiaolan who was looking at her blankly:
"I'll give you my phone number."

"???"

Yingsheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore, and said helplessly: "Xiaolan, let's buy two masks and wear them later, otherwise I guess there will be a lot of nymphomaniacs like this."

Xiaolan was as frozen as a statue: "Is this Kabukicho?"

"you are right."

"Bingo."

Yingsheng and Diana spoke at the same time, smiling:
“This is the city that never sleeps.

A place of unbridled pleasure!"

A small episode: when Hotaru and Xiaolan left the clothing store and stood on the streets of Kabukicho again, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Just now, Diana wanted to join them in a very familiar manner, but Yingsheng rejected her with a look of disgust and threatened to tell Alex about it and fire her.

In return, Diana looked pitiful.

"What kind of mask do you like, Xiaolan?"

While casually strolling into a 2D COS prop store, Yingsheng stopped and asked.

"Eh? Do we really have to wear it?" Xiaolan looked around, and the passers-by who were secretly watching them turned their heads and continued walking as if nothing had happened.

"Ouch!"

"Hiss—look at the road!"

"clang!"

Then several people collided into each other.

"..."

Xiaolan remained silent and cast a sympathetic look at the last little yellow-haired boy who bumped into the street lamp.

Huh?
Had she seen this guy somewhere before?

Yingsheng shook his head and laughed, leaning over and whispering in her ear: "Don't forget that there are still missions to come, you don't want to wear a motorcycle helmet again."

Xiaolan tilted her head in confusion: "Why not? Isn't that protection more rigorous?"

“Because it doesn’t look good.”

"..."

The reasons are good and powerful.

Xiaolan walked into the store and looked carefully at the wall of masks for a moment, then picked up a black samurai mask, put it on her face, and looked at Yingsheng: "How is it?"

"Not bad, but I thought you would take the cat mask." Yingsheng looked at the wall and took a Hannya mask next to the samurai.

"You said it had to look good, so of course you should choose something that has the same style as this."

"Yeah, tasteful."

Yingsheng put away the mask and asked Xiaolan to put it away first. He paid the money, left the store, and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

Two minutes later, a little yellow-haired boy walked into the store, took a look at the mask wall, and directly took a white cat mask.

From the invisible earphone in his ear canal, a voice continued to be heard:
"The place we are going to now is the casino!"

(End of this chapter)