Ke Xue: I Have A Duplicate Life Of My Wives

Afternoon.

Gunma Prefecture.

On a dirt road in the countryside, a car stopped on the side of the road, and an uncle was opening the hood to check, and a young man next to him was glaring at the dead fish.

I don't know how long it took.

Hanyu Shirasawa couldn't help but speak: "I said uncle, can you do it?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. I've been driving cars for decades, and these are all minor issues. The uncle replied without replying.

Hanyu Shirasawa always thought there was something wrong with this, but for a moment he couldn't think of anything wrong.

Suddenly.

He flashed with light, and finally knew where there was a problem, the corners of his mouth tugged fiercely, and he said helplessly:

"Sir, you have been driving a car for decades, what does it have to do with whether you can repair a car?"

"Uh..." The uncle finally came back to his senses, raised his head, and said embarrassed: "Sorry sorry, some Alzheimer's and forgot that I can't repair cars." Don't worry, I'll call right away and someone will fix it soon. ”

"Alas, uncle, I really believed in your evil before."

Hanyu Shirasawa really regrets it now, but it's too late to regret it.

A smile appeared on the uncle's face, and he squatted on the ground and drew it with his fingers:

"I didn't lie to you, I really know everything, after all, my age is here. You see, wait a minute, you will follow this road all the way, but after 140 there will be a fork in the road, you choose the left one. Then walk all the way forward, about an hour or so, which is where you said.

"Is this an hour of driving?"

If Hanyu Shirasawa thinks this is the case, he should simply wait here for someone to repair the car, he really doesn't want to suffer this sin.

"No, it's an hour of walking."

"Okay, then you can wait here slowly."

Hanyu Shirasawa got up and was about to leave, but in the distance he saw a car coming from behind.

It's a silver Jaguar.

As he got closer and closer, he saw the driver clearly, and quickly turned around in fright, took the mask he had drawn for breakfast and put it on his face, silently lowered his head and walked forward.

Just after walking for a while, the car drove to his side, did not accelerate at all beyond his meaning, but opened the window, and a pleasant voice came from inside:

"Sir, would you like a ride?"

"Thanks, no thanks." Hanyu Shirasawa deliberately lowered his voice and tried to change his voice.

"Sir, there is only one small town in front of this. I think our goal should be the same, but it will take a long time to leave.

"This..."

Hanyu Shirasawa felt that his refusal might arouse suspicion, so he agreed:

"Thanks, that's troublesome."

"Haha, it's okay." Yukiko smiled and waved his hand, parked the car, and when he saw the person in front of him turn around, he said in surprise: "Hey, it's still Mr. Kamen Superman."

"Huh." Hanyu Shirasawa just smiled, then opened the back seat and sat in, glancing at the woman in the passenger seat.

It was a woman who made his heart beat faster.

In any case, I could not have imagined that the woman I would meet here "is exactly - Kisaki Eri."

At this time.

Kisaki Eri looked at the man with the mask of Masked Superman through the rearview mirror above, feeling some familiarity in his heart, but some vigilance, and asked quietly:

"This gentleman, how can you put a mask on your face, won't it be uncomfortable?"

Yukiko's face had always been harmless to humans and animals, and he continued to drive his car, but his beautiful eyes narrowed.

Although she helped others, it does not mean that she has no scheming, so she is ready to listen to her good girlfriend's clichés and see what kind of ingredients this person is on the bus.

"It's really uncomfortable." Hanyu Shirasawa continued to answer in a suppressed voice.

Kisaki Eri wondered, "Then why don't you take the mask off?"

"Alas..."

Hanyu Shirasawa sighed softly and said in a very sad and somewhat strange voice: "I once suffered from a fire, my face was severely burned, and I looked very ugly and scary, so I wore a (dacf) mask."

Hearsay.

Kisaki Eri stopped talking.

Whether this kind of thing is true or false, it is very impolite to force others to take off their masks in the first place.

If there are really burns under the mask, then this kind of thing is even more excessive.

So Kisaki Eri chose not to speak, anyway, he felt that the other party was just hitchhiking for a while, so he temporarily let down his guard.

For the next period of time.

The interior of the car was quiet.

Ten minutes later.

Yukiko drove the car to a stop in front of a quaint and huge luxurious courtyard, looked at Hanyu Shirasawa in the back seat, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Kamen Superman, our destination has arrived, and we can't continue to send you."

"This is the Serval Mansion, right?" Hanyu Shirasawa asked a question.

"Huh~" Yukiko was surprised: "Sir, how would you know?"

Hanyu Shirasawa smiled under the mask, tried to suppress his voice and said, "It seems that it is really a coincidence, and my purpose is also here."

If at the beginning he didn't remember it, now he finally does.

This place in front of me seems to be a case in the original plot.

If memory serves, the one who called him in the morning, Hiromi Kaunouchi, should be Yukiko's hair.

I remember that in the original book, Yukiko came here with Conan, and even had a motorcycle scene, but I didn't expect that Conan had nothing to do with her now, but brought her good friend Kisaki Eri over.

"That's really a coincidence." Kisaki Eri echoed, opened the door and got out.

Hanyu Shirasawa and Yukiko followed.

As soon as they stood up, the door in front of them opened, and a beautiful and mature looking woman with short hair walked out.

Just as she was about to speak.

Hanyu Shirasawa stepped forward and took the initiative to say, "Is it Miss Hiromi Tanouchi?"

"You are?"

"The one in the morning, please come over, I'll talk to you about something alone."

With that, Hanyu Shirasawa moved away from Yukiko and Kisaki Eri.

Hiromi Kaunai hesitated, chose to follow, and asked in a low voice, "You are Mr. Hanyu Shirasawa, is there something wrong?"

"Miss Xanne, I want to ask you something." Hanyu Shirasawa spoke very seriously: "Please don't tell me my real name to the two women just now, this matter is very important to me." Also, call me Mr. Momokawa now. ”

"This..............," Hiromi Sawa looked at Hanyu Shirasawa, especially at the mask he was wearing, and glanced back at her hair and the friend next to her hair.

Long.

She nodded:

"Okay, I'll help you hide it, Bai Sheng."

"Thank you very much."