Most of the so-called variety shows are performed according to scripts.
The audience enjoyed watching it, and the guests didn’t have to work too hard.
for example,
It's like a tool man with a frown at this moment.
"Okay! Now let's ask the famous detective Mr. Mouri Kogoro to answer our questions," the host pressed forward step by step with the microphone, "Who is the 'wolf-faced man' who maintains a record of unbeatable victories in the Imperial City Wrestling League? Which one of the five contestants is it?”
Directly below the camera, there is a 20-inch poster, with a full-length picture of Contestant No. 3 printed on it.
"No. 3...No. 3..."
Mouri Kogoro felt that his intelligence had been insulted, and the evidence was conclusive!
"correct answer!"
The host raised his voice and used a high-pitched tone to stir up the atmosphere: "You are indeed a famous detective - Mouri Kogoro. This unique observation ability is simply breathtaking!"
After saying that, the director raised the signal flag outside the camera, and the professional audience at the scene immediately burst into warm applause.
"It's really interesting." Ye Gengyi said.
"...Is it interesting?" Conan half-squinted his eyes, indicating that he couldn't appreciate it at all.
"Ignore the facts and make the cheating behavior fair and square," Ye Gengyi retracted his gaze, "Isn't this kind of behavior that is not invisible, but deliberately turned a blind eye, interesting?"
"Hehe...hehe..."
Unable to refute, Conan could only laugh.
About ten minutes later,
The recording of the program there finally came to an end when the host said, 'After the game, there will be an exciting interview between the Maori detective and the wolf-faced man.'
"Really, even though I got paid so easily, it's really troublesome to act with these guys..."
On the way to the stands.
A certain tool man seemed to have a hard time letting go of being treated as a tool man.
Mao Lilan smiled and comforted, "What does it matter? Young people are obsessed with fighting shows nowadays anyway. The boys in our karate club often imitate wrestling skills to practice."
"Tch..." Mouri Kogoro said disdainfully: "No matter how fascinated you are, this is just a child's plaything."
"Indeed, paying too much attention to the sense of stage and ratings, and always using techniques that have too much traces of performance will mislead the audience into the illusion that beauty is equivalent to strength. Of course, with their physiques, they are still enough to deal with ordinary people, but ..."
Ye Gengyi said with a calm expression: "The wolf-faced man just now may not be Mr. Mao Li's opponent in a real fight."
"Hey...boy, you are very good at talking!" A certain servant patted his shoulder with a smile, feeling that the flattery was very useful.
"Brother Gengyi, my father will take it seriously." Mao Lilan was helpless.
"If uncle participated in a beer drinking competition, he would probably come first..." Conan also complained in a low voice.
Ye Gengyi looked at their serious expressions and did not refute in the end.
Indeed, it is normal for a god of death who can use electromagnetic devices with almost no consumption, and a unicorn girl who can explode with fists to smash steel bars and crack concrete, to look down on his old father who only knows 'a little' judo.
Several people came to the bleachers area while chatting.
The moment he opened the door, Ye Gengyi's hidden earbuds automatically adjusted the audio.
The lights in the entire venue are very dim,
However, compared to the previous wave of professional spectators, the lively atmosphere here is obviously different.
Waves of sound came one after another.
Under the coverage of the law of 'true fragrance',
Mouri Kogoro's attention was quickly attracted by a match on the ring.
Ye Geng put his cell phone into the breast pocket of his shirt and pointed the camera forward to collect data.
As he said before, even if it is just a performance match, the strength level of the fighters in the ring far exceeds that of ordinary people who are in a sub-healthy state.
"More importantly, when did the wolf-faced man appear just now?" A certain tool man was completely interested.
He turned his head and happened to see Ye Gengyi flipping through the promotional pages of the fighting competition.
"In the final battle, his opponent is named Nagase Houta."
"What, we have to wait so long," Mouri Kogoro muttered, "I also wanted to see how powerful he is..."
"Dad! Brother Gengyi was just joking with you," Mao Lilan explained: "The wolf-faced man's game is a junior heavyweight championship!"
"So powerful..." Mouri Kogoro's eyes widened, "So, that guy must be the champion, right?"
"Yes, look at the players competing now," Mao Lilan motioned for everyone to look at the ring, "They are not wearing masks, right?"
"What?" A certain tool man began to imagine, "Is it possible that the wolf-faced man is actually an ugly monster, or has a bald head?"
"That's not true..." Mao Lilan explained: "There are regulations in wrestling matches. If you lose, you must take off the mask. However, the wolf-faced man has persisted until now with a victory in 65 matches since his debut! "
She paused, "Actually, I quite want to see him lose once..."
"What? Xiaolan, are you a fan of his opponent Nagase Hoota?" Ye Gengyi asked.
"No," Mao Lilan waved his hand and explained: "Because if you lose, you can see with your own eyes what he looks like."
"...That's not simple yet." Ye Gengyi said, seeming to get up.
"ah?"
Several people were startled.
Thinking of the brute force decryption method this guy is good at...
Conan's face was full of suspicion, "Brother Gengyi, are you going to do anything strange?"
"Brother Gengyi, I'm just curious, you don't have to do anything for me!" Mao Lilan also hurriedly stopped him.
"No, I want to say..." Ye Gengyi adjusted his sitting posture, turned to look at the man behind him, and said, "Isn't the wolf-faced man without a mask right here?"
"Huh? Really?"
Behind several people,
Jing Qing, the great wolf-faced man who was still thinking about what kind of opening remarks to use to say hello, suddenly felt his breathing stagnant after being looked at by these four pairs of eyes, and even his raised arms became stiff.
Strange...strange...
The wolf-faced warrior was stunned.
Even though he was not afraid of stage fright in the arena, facing the cheers of nearly a thousand people, why did he feel nervous under the gaze of these four people?
Especially that kid, his glasses seem to be shining...
The illusion must be my own!
"Are you a wolf-faced man?" Mouri Kogoro asked.
"That's right, it's me..." Master Jingqing adjusted his mood and half-joked, "Although I am indeed an ugly man, I am not bald."
"Is this really okay? Are you here without a mask?" Mao Lilan lowered his voice and turned his head to look around with some worry.
"It doesn't matter. Everyone always thinks that the wolf-faced man is a foreigner from Mexico, but..." Master Jingqing looked at Ye Gengyi, "Sir, have we met before?"
"I've never seen it before, and I don't like watching entertainment programs." Ye Gengyi said.
"That's how you knew I was the wolf-faced man." The great god Jingqing was very curious.
"Oh, that..." Ye Geng pointed to his ear, "I heard it."
