Chapter 1897: Vodka: This familiar touch... is definitely the ass, can't be wrong! ~

In the afternoon, the time is near five o'clock, Michomachi, three chome.
In the banquet hall of a hotel, at this moment, the banquet hall has been arranged as a meeting place for the handshake meeting. It is surrounded by the promotional photos and banners of the grass, and a large number of fans of the wild smoke have been spontaneously arranged. The team, enthusiastically discussing the works of Kusano's smoked albums, movies and even advertisements, are all excited.
Outside the banquet hall, the fans who came to the handshake meeting were still entering the stadium. Vodka hurriedly ran outside the banquet hall, consciously ranked behind the admission team, and after raising his hand to look at the watch, he relaxed his breath. : "Good insurance, finally caught up... I blame the big brother, inexplicably shouted at me, wasted for so long, almost didn't catch up..."
Vodka whispered softly, and the man in front of him listened to the voice of vodka, his body trembled slightly, then turned his head and looked at it, his pupil could not help but shrink, and his expression was quite wrong.
Seeing the expression of the person in front, a vodka dressed up by a savage fan of the savage, and then strangely asked: "This friend, what are you doing with me? Is there something wrong with me?" ?"
"Oh... no!" The man in front of Vodka was a thin man like a otaku. He shook his head as soon as he listened to vodka, then asked Futga, "You are here..."
"Of course, come to the handshake meeting of the smoked sauce!" Vodka pointed to his exaggerated dress and a "equipment" to answer the answer, and then asked the humane in front of him. "You come here, not too." Come to the handshake meeting?"
Vodka fell, and the otaku thin man squatted, then immediately smiled and nodded: "Ha ha ha ... that is of course! Of course, I also came to participate in the handshake of the smoked sauce - I am a fan of smoked sauce!"
The thin voice fell, vodka stared at the thin man and looked at it, then frowned. "Wait... you are not right..."
Listening to vodka's words, the otaku's thin man's movements were stiff, and then he stuttered and asked: "...not right? Why is it wrong?"
In other words, does this guy know my identity? I obviously pretend to be very good...
The otaku’s thin man’s heart groaned, and vodka pointed to the thin skin.
...Is this still used? You said that you are a fan of smoked sauce. Why should you not wear the equipment? You are not a fake fan. ?"
"Uh……"
It turned out that this guy meant this... I thought he was seen by him! ~
The otaku smiled and then found a reason: "Ha ha ha... you said this! I am embarrassed, I was delayed by some things, and I didn't have time to prepare..."
"Yes? It turned out to be like this!" Vodka believed it very easily, then suddenly reached out and took out a light stick and handed it to the otaku thin man. "...this light stick is used by you first. For the fans of smoked sauce, there is nothing to prepare, it is too much to say!"
"Oh... thank you!"
Mommy! Scared me, I thought you got the gun out! ~
The otaku’s heart spit in the heart, and reached out to pick up the light stick. Vodka smiled and said:
Polite! Polite! The so-called fans in the world are all fans. They are all fans of smoked sauce. It is natural to help each other! Now, my name is Yuji Saburo, what is your brother?"
Vodka said his usual pseudonym, and the thin man laughed: "I? I call... the city!"
"It turned out to be Mr. Shizhen... Mr. Shih, seeing you come by yourself, how are we going to be together later?" Vodka proposed with great enthusiasm.
The city slammed "呃" and nodded: "Of course no problem!"
Vodka, the city chatted with the sky, and soon entered the banquet hall.
In a blink of an eye, the time is five o'clock. After the opening of the host, Kusano Kasumi finally stood on the stage and waved to the fans.
Under the stage, the fans responded with excitement. When the atmosphere was warm, only the door of the banquet hall was slammed open, and then a large police officer wearing an explosion-proof suit rushed in and directly banned the ballroom. It’s up.
During the meeting, the fans gradually quieted down and talked arrogantly and strangely. At this time, Qian Xingyi, Zhongsen Yinsan took the stage together, and then Zhongsen Yinsan grabbed the host's microphone and coughed. After the opening: "Hello, I am Zhongsen Yinsan in the second section of the police department search! We got the information, the international thief Lubang III is now hidden in the hall, then please cooperate with our investigation, don't feel free Walk around to avoid misunderstanding..."
"What? Lubang III?"
"Where is the world famous thief? How is he here?"
"..."
Fans talked a lot, and Qian Xingyi also said: "... Lubang III is likely to pretend to be someone and hide in everyone. Next, our police will conduct a group inspection for everyone, as for the way of inspection. It’s very simple, just grab a hand and grab a face and force it...

Qian Xingyi spoke and reached out to grab the face of the host. He tried to make sure that the host was not Lubang, and then he said to the crowd: "Lubang, I know you are here, this time you absolutely Can't escape!"
Qian Xingyi fell for a word, the last row of the fan group, the city smashed a smile, and then scratched his head: "... Brother, he is really, so soon to find it, forget it, actually shouted so many people... ..."
Listening to the city's hustle and bustle, the vodka next to it whispered, and then strangely asked: "The city, what are you talking about?"
"Haha! Nothing! I just feel a little sorry..."
"Sorry? What apologize?"
Vodka is still confused, and the city replied with a smile: "Of course I am sorry... I messed up your idol's handshake, Mr. Vodka!"
At the end of the city, the tone suddenly became serious, and then a thing was pulled out of the pocket of the clothes. Then he forcedly put a set on the vodka and pointed at Voltaire and shouted: "...wow! Look. Lubang, he is here!"
The city’s eyes fell, and everyone’s eyes looked at them in the past, and they saw a monkey-faced person standing in the back of the crowd.
Seeing this sturdy "monkey", the uncles around me immediately reacted and shouted "Luobang", "Hurry up and grab him" and the like, and slammed the vampire with a slap in the face. Deadly under the pressure, vodka returned to God, shouting "I am not Lubang", followed by a black face, the face was covered.
Vodka felt that she couldn’t breathe, broke out of a hand, grabbed something that was covered on her face, and
slotted
in her heart—
Your uncle! Who is this sitting on his face? !
This familiar touch... He touched the big brother of the wine and wine many times, this is definitely the ass, can't be wrong! !