Conan's corpse picker

Chapter 1754 [Script and Riddler]

"I've finished writing the script a long time ago, and I just need to print it out." The screenwriter picked up his pipe and took a puff, sneering:
"Instead of questioning me, you should ask what this kid is doing - he actually asked me to rewrite the ending according to his ideas.

"Hmph, a teenage boy dares to teach me how to do things. If a person doesn't know how to respect his predecessors, then he will be unable to move forward in society. I will teach him a lesson for his dead father. Do you have an opinion?"

Yi Donghui ran over to help her brother, and when she heard this, her eyes were red with anger: "You are not our father, and you are not worthy of teaching brother for him! You are far worse than my father. You don't even deserve to lift your shoes!"

"Tsk, little thing, where did you learn the bad words?" The screenwriter cursed, and raised his hand to blow Kei Ito's brains out.

However, just as he bent down, there was a "clang--" sound of something bouncing in front of him.

The swinging stick held in Kei Ito's hand suddenly unfolded, and the tip shot out, hitting the screenwriter's nose with a bang at a speed that was hard to tell with the naked eye.

The fragile bridge of the nose was hit squarely, the screenwriter covered his face with a groan, and he leaned back, with a stream of nosebleeds, he sat down on the ground with a bang.

Yi Donghui looked at the big man who fell to the ground in shock, and then looked at the magical stretching stick in his hand: "..." The thing Jiang Xia gave is really useful!

Jiang Xia took her old partner from her hand, and pretended to overhaul it: "Why did you bounce it without authorization? It seems a bit old, and I will go to the doctor to fix it later."

"Bastard..." The screenwriter wiped his nosebleed and got up, looking like he really wanted to kick Jiang Xia to vent his anger.But when his eyes fell on the stick, he hesitated and stopped.

——Who is a decent person with a stick on his body!
Could this kid be the little bastards Ito met after he came to Tokyo... Hmph, a group of little bastards with no hair on their backs, calm adults don't care about them.

The screenwriter turned around, and instead of looking for trouble at the door, he went back into the room, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose.He strives to maintain his adult dignity:

"In short, you'd better find out who is the real pillar of this small group - there are a lot of actors who can do somersaults and sing, but without a refurbishment of the script, it's impossible for you to cheat the audience's pocket money. A good script is the foundation of everything!"

After finishing speaking, the writer wanted to take a puff of smoke like a successful person who sees through the vicissitudes of life and exhale leisurely.

However, the fall just now knocked out the little tobacco in his pipe.The smoke smells bad.

The screenwriter clicked his tongue and glanced across the crowd.I wanted to direct the young head who had no eyesight to buy cigarettes for him, but when he saw the gangster classmate next to Tamanosuke Ito, the screenwriter finally looked away.

In the end, the screenwriter looked at the oldest actor: "Tajima, go and buy me a pack of tobacco—you know, I'm very busy and I don't have time to go out and wander around. Unlike you, you are very tired after you hurt your waist Less work, rest every day."

Tajima Kenzo couldn't help clenching his fist when he poked the sore spot.

The faces of the two younger actors also sank when they heard their master being ridiculed in this way.

There was a murderous aura floating inside and outside the room. Although it was not a high-end variety, it still made the surrounding air freshen up quickly.

……

But in the end, the anger and murderous intent of the crowd did not erupt.

After all, there are too many people here, and it is obviously not the first time that the screenwriter has shown this attitude. Others are more or less used to it.

After going through the few seconds of the most angry, the old actor finally fell silent, took his coat, and went out to buy him cigarettes.

Things looked like they were coming to an end.

But the more Yi Donghui thought about it, the more she got angry. She grabbed the stick that Jiang Xia put away just now, and pointed at the screenwriter: "You have to pay for what you did!"

"..." Jiang Xia touched her head and took back the stick, "Don't be impulsive, your future dream is to become a detective, you must learn to convince people with reason."

Being taught by him in such a gentle voice, Ito Hui's anger subconsciously subsided a little, and she nodded subconsciously.

After clicking, I was taken aback suddenly: "..." My future dream is to become a detective?I do not know how.

Several other high school students who are familiar with Jiang Xia silently watched this scene: "..." Fortunately, the police and the media are more ethical, and never spread the details of Jiang Xia's "convincing people with reason", otherwise the child's detective dream will be ruined. It's about to burst.

Next to him, Tamanosuke Ito, who was lying on the ground uncomfortable, also froze for a moment: Isn't my sister's dream to carry forward the theater troupe? Why did she change to become a detective?

However, after looking at Jiang Xia, and then at his younger sister, Tamanosuke Ito felt that he understood: children, as soon as they want to come out, they come out as soon as they want to, and they want to enter whatever line they want to be handsome.

Maybe when Jiang Xia leaves, she will return to her previous dream.

"Hiss." The dull pain in his chest brought back his wandering thoughts, and Tamanosuke Ito shook his head, no longer thinking about these messy things.

He reluctantly got up, looked at the screenwriter, and said persistently: "You really can't modify it according to what I said?"

The screenwriter laughed, implying something: "Facts are facts, and dramas are dramas. They cannot be confused with each other—I only write the script I want to write. If you want to change it, you can hire someone else."

Tamanosuke Ito was silent for a long time, and sighed: "I see, then follow your script. When you are free, please print out the polished script, and I will distribute it to everyone... I will go back first take a break."

He looked down, clutched his stomach and left.

Yi Donghui hurried over to help him, and the brother and sister returned to the head's room.People from other troupes also dispersed and began to busy themselves with their work.

Conan didn't go far. Seeing Tamanosuke Ito suffering from pain, he was a little annoyed: "No matter how much there is a conflict of opinion, you can't hit people. What's going on with this crew? And that script..."

Although the screenwriter and Tamanosuke Ito are a bit of a riddle, but now, after listening to so many conversations, Conan finally understands the general situation.

"It seems that Tamanosuke Ito wants to change the script, but the screenwriter disagrees." He couldn't help analyzing with Jiang Xia in a low voice, "'Facts are facts, dramas are dramas', could it be that before and after the revision, there is a script based on something Adapted, and the other party wants to embellish it as a story?"

Before Jiang Xia could speak, Yoko Kinoshita was already hugging the camera, and nodded with lingering fear: "Maybe behind this story there are hidden stories about the 'tragedies of one year ago', 'the tragedies of three years ago', and the 'tragedies of ten years ago'." Kind of secret."

Jiang Xia: "..."

...I always feel that this star is getting closer to the truth behind the world.

Stop it, you know too much.

(End of this chapter)