I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Bull warrior?" A male voice suddenly sounded behind a few people, "Little friend, is the bull warrior you said is very powerful?"

"Uncle, who are you?" Guangyou turned his head and glanced when he heard the voice, and saw a man with short fluffy hair standing behind their seats.

His face is beautiful, his features are correct, and he looks pretty good.

"I'm only 27 years old, not yet the age of an uncle." The man changed the subject after a wry smile, "By the way, kid, who is the bull warrior you mentioned, is he good?"

"It's not a question of whether he is great or not." On a whim, Guangyou made a few gestures, and sighed, "He is really the kind of rare... arrogant."

The man nodded and expressed his understanding: "I understand that in Mexican wrestling, the loser will have to be masked. This bull fighter must have confidence in himself that he will win every battle. It seems to be very strong."

"Sorry, interrupt." Uncle Maori glanced at the man and then at Guangyou. Although the two do not know each other, they seem to be chatting speculatively, but the man still didn't introduce his identity, "Excuse me. ,you are?"

"My name is the Great God Jingqing, and I am 27 years old this year." The Great God Jingqing smirked before introducing herself, "The uncle you mentioned just now that the No. 1 ugly man in the sky is me."

As soon as the voice fell, Uncle Maori suddenly became embarrassed, and the choreographer happened to be heard by the master. It took a lot of luck to encounter this kind of thing.

Before he changed the subject, Uncle Maori realized one thing. So, is this man in front of him the wolf-faced warrior?

Xiaolan also realized this, and she shouted in surprise: "If you say that, Mr. Great God, you are..."

"Hush!" The great god Jingqing quickly raised a finger, motioning to the two of them not to reveal his identity, looked around, and whispered, "You are right, the wolf face fighter is indeed me."

"Is there such a coincidence." Conan regained his gaze and muttered, "It doesn't matter if this kind of character appears here, but why don't you even care to tell strangers that you have hidden your identity?

The others did not hear Conan's muttering, and continued to talk with the great god Jingqing.

"But, Mr. Great God, you will show up here without wearing a mask. Isn't there anything going on?" Xiaolan looked around and confirmed that no one was looking at them before saying, "If someone finds out, then Your efforts are in vain."

At present, the audience who cares about the wolf face warrior game are roughly divided into two types. One is to see how many consecutive wins the wolf face warrior can win.

The other is like Xiaolan, looking forward to the wolf face warrior losing the game, so that you can know what the person under the mask looks like.

"It’s okay. The company has long announced that the Wolf Face Warrior is a Mexican. In addition, I often sit in the front row and enjoy the game. Many old audiences are familiar with me, so everyone just treats me as a new wrestler. Players only"

The great god Jingqing said without caring, "Moreover, I will only use the wolf face fighter's tricks in the ring. No one will think of me."

"Uncle Great God is right. As long as there is no accident, others will not easily think of him."

Guangyou added, "Just like the great uncle said, on the one hand, people don’t think that people who often show up are wolf-face fighters. On the other hand, they have this identity. Anyone who knows the rules of Mexican wrestling should know it. It's a smoke bomb."

"This little brother is right. The company and I think so too." As soon as the great god Jingqing expressed her agreement, she felt a little wrong. Did this kid call him uncle just now? He is so young?

"So if you say that, not many people know who you are."

Even so, Uncle Maori is still a little worried, "But are you not afraid that we will reveal your true identity?"

"Except for the imperial capital professional wrestler, no one knows who I am, even my parents and girlfriend."

Great God Jingqing smiled and waved his hand to comfort several people, "I believe you will not disclose my information. After all, it is the detective Kogoro Mouri. I believe in your credibility, Mr. Mouri."

This flattering happened just right. Uncle Maori was extremely comfortable. He suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth, straightened his face a little, and nodded: "Don't worry, I will never reveal your ID. I am Kogoro Maori. Very trustworthy."

In fact, the great god Jingqing's appearance is pretty good, which makes Uncle Maori a little confused, and asked: "By the way, Mr. Great God, you are very handsome, I don't think there is any need to cover it."

"In fact, it's okay to cover up, and showing your face will certainly attract some audiences who pay attention to appearance, but the popularity will not be as high as now.

Koyo interjected, "First use the gimmick of winning streaks and losing the mask to create a persona that is different from other players, causing a wave of discussion."

"If you can continue to win a streak, it's best to wait for a certain number of consecutive wins, for example, to take off the mask in celebration of a 100-game winning streak. At that time, you can definitely increase the popularity a bit and attract more audiences.

"Of course, you can also choose not to take off the mask and keep it until you retire. In this way, you will create a myth of no defeat, even if you retire, it will be remembered."

"It doesn't matter if you lose accidentally, because you have won a lot of games in a row, have a certain fan base, and show your face can attract a wave of audiences, and then it will be more popular than ordinary wrestlers."

After listening to Guangyou's analysis, Conan, Xiaolan, and Uncle Maori nodded thoughtfully.

This wave of analysis is well-founded and convincing.

"It's actually not that complicated." Great God Jingqing couldn't help but explain, "It's just that I like the feeling of being masked..."

As soon as the explanation was finished, the great god Jingqing felt the boy who called his uncle cast his eyes on him.

Guangyou was a little embarrassed at this time. He just made up and said a big deal in a serious manner. Even if the facts are inconsistent, it still depends on what he said so much, so let's continue with him.

It is not an important thing.

Fortunately, after feeling his gaze, Jingqing speeded up his speech slightly and made a rounding round: "However, after playing a few games, the company found that many viewers wanted to see my true face, so I thought of using this as a promotional point."

"Excuse me, Mr. God, won't you be sad?" Xiaolan suddenly looked sad and asked Jingqing, "It must be very hard for you to hide your identity from everyone."

Conan's expression suddenly changed.

Xiaolan continued to ask: "I think your girlfriend really hopes you can tell her the truth about this matter?"

The scene fell into a short silence. The great god Jingqing didn't expect Xiaolan to ask this question, and didn't think about how to answer it for a while, while Conan was looking at Xiaolan and didn't know what was thinking.

Uncle Maori looked at Xiaolan, and he didn't know why his daughter would ask this question, but he didn't say anything, he just sat and observed the situation.

Guangyou, who was sitting aside talking to Xiao Ai, turned his head and looked at Conan and Xiao Lan.

The atmosphere gradually became a little solemn...

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