Immersive Script Experience Master

Kamiya Naruichi's four-faced Dahe drama was unexpectedly liked by young people.

The theme of Shinsengumi is not new for a long time, and several Taiga dramas have been filmed, but it is rare to use such a bold setting that was only dared to be used in manga before in Taiga dramas.

Who told him that he couldn't write historical dramas at all.

Last month, when he was notified that he was shortlisted for a certain award, Naruichi Kamiya declined the request to attend, and let them figure it out.

It’s okay if the organizer doesn’t award him the award because he didn’t show up. He hasn’t really had a deep understanding of this industry until now. Recently, he has enough money, so he doesn’t even want to submit the manuscript.

After all, his real dream is to be the owner of a milk tea shop, not a screenwriter!

Master Todo would probably be pissed off if he heard him say that, but ever since Master Todo was hospitalized due to illness, the new successors were always urging him to hand in the manuscript, Naruichi Kamiya confessed to Master Todo during a visit this matter.

He is very familiar with this hospital, not long ago he was a patient of Master Dongtang.

A few years have passed, and Master Dongtang has changed from a strong but stubborn old man to a thin and stubborn old man.

Compared with the stern face when he was young to increase his prestige, he is always smiling now.

Shengu Mingyi lowered his head and waited for Master Dongtang to scold him angrily, but Master Dongtang clapped his hands and laughed.

"Don't worry, Ah Ming. You don't care about this industry at all. I've already seen that."

The eyes of the little old man, who has lost a lot of weight due to the torture of illness, are shining with dazzling brilliance

"You are a genius in this line of work, but no one in this world stipulates which direction you are talented in, and you have to do it. Even if you don't like it, you have been doing it for so many years. It is enough for us to come out of the cold winter. .”

The little old man took his hand, weeping: "Ming, I've been sorry to you all these years, I just kept you in this line of work, even if I saw that you didn't like it, I didn't let you go. Enough, enough, You can do what you like."

Shengu Mingyi shook back seriously, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, Master Dongtang, I did it voluntarily, and...they gave too much."

The little old man choked up, looked at the young man half kneeling in front of him, holding his hand, with a sincere face, the boy still looked the same as when they first met, but he was too old to walk A: "Oh."

Naruto Kamiya, who was kicked out of the house, patted his head in doubt.

When he left that day, Master Dongtang still scolded him in a loud voice.

It all happened very suddenly.

The second day after he left, he received a call saying that Master Dongtang had passed away. When the nurse went to check this morning, he found that his heartbeat had become a straight line. He was walking very peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep. Same.

So he hurriedly packed up and went to the first funeral he could remember.

When he met Master Dongtang, the other party was not young, but he looked very tough at the time. In the past two years, his health has become worse and worse, and it will be a matter of time.

Because Master Dongtang was not tortured by illness when he passed away, and because he was old, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, so the atmosphere at the funeral was not particularly sad.Everyone has this day, and it is a blessing to live a complete life before leaving.

Master Todo's death meant the end of an era in the screenwriting world. Mingichi Kamiya, as his disciple, became the pillar and the highest-ranking person in the screenwriting world overnight.

After all, his predecessors either passed away one after another, or they had already lived in the hospital for a long time and were not suitable for taking over heavy work.

Kamiya Mingichi, who originally planned to resign and run away, had to stay for a while to prevent the screenwriting world from becoming chaotic.

At first, he didn't want to go to the New National Stadium to watch the game, but he had too many jobs recently, so he took this opportunity to leave the work to the juniors who were already standard social animals at a young age, and ran away by himself.

It's better to stay in the Writers Guild even if you go to the scene of the lively competition and stay in a daze.

The dim light reflects the bright light on the glass surface, softening the silhouette of the woman.

"Why did you come here, do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" Belmode complained.

Gin didn't even look at her, his cold face remained unmoved, and ordered a glass of sake on his own.

Belmode has long been used to this man's appearance, and he complained in a drawn-out voice: "It's really unpleasant to be on a mission with you."

A gun was pointed at her head, and the sound of loading was clear and sweet, "Shut up."

Many people in the organization are afraid of gin, but Belmode is completely worthy of him. Just as he was about to speak, a hesitant voice came from behind: "Isn't it time for me to come?"

"It's very impolite to make a lady wait for two men." Belmode ignored the gun pointed at her and said displeased.

The visitor pressed the peaked cap and said with a helpless smile, "I'm sorry."

The peaked cap was pressed low, covering most of the man's face, only revealing the smooth jawline.Short blond hair protruded restlessly from the brim of the hat.

The famous mystic in the organization, Bourbon.

"I didn't expect it to be with the two of you."

Belmode curled his hair: "I don't want to, but it is said that this time I will do something big. That gentleman is rarely so radical."

Belmode dared to complain about that gentleman like this, but others did not dare. Toru Amuro smiled silently and pretended not to hear.

Suddenly, the phones of the three rang at the same time.

They received three identical messages.

[The goods stored under the stands of the New National Arena by the Future Agency, those who miss will be executed. 】

【Timeismoney】

The three people who saw the news showed the same terrifying expressions.

"Understood." x3

It stands to reason that Edogawa Conan had better come alone. He received a threatening letter. It is obvious that the New National Stadium will be very dangerous on this day. According to his experience, there may be a bomb placed in advance, or an ambush among the crowd with a sniper.

but......

"Conan, look over there, what a big balloon!" Moto Kojima pointed to the sky excitedly, and the Detective Boys were beside him maintaining the same excitement as him.

"I'm so surprised that Dr. A Li didn't tell a bad joke." Hui Yuanai wore a peaked cap, not wanting to show his face in front of the camera.

Suzuki Sonoko took Mao Lilan's arm and wanted to sneak into the backstage to ask for the autograph of a famous player, but Mori Kogoro's eyes had already followed the passing football baby.

Only Edogawa Conan, standing among the lively group of people, looked up at the sky twitching at the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this really for an outing?

"Uh, Conan?"

A shadow covered the glare of the sun, Edogawa Conan raised his head, and after seeing the face of the person standing in front of him, he was a little surprised: "Mr. Kamiya?"

"What a coincidence."

Edogawa Conan, who was still looking loveless, frowned when he saw the person in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

He had no clue about the person who sent him the letter before, but after seeing Mr. Kamiya, he had to think of a possibility, could it be...that person did it?

Speaking of the person whose name no one knew, Edogawa Conan couldn't help exaggerating the danger of this incident to the extreme.

That was a man far scarier than the Black Organization.

Kamiya Naruichi has some kind of unknown relationship with that man, which is well known to everyone. Both Edogawa Conan and Amuro Toru have already been mentally prepared for the huge mystery and conspiracy surrounding Kamiya Naruichi.

It was hard for Conan Edogawa to believe that Mr. Kamiya's presence here was a coincidence.

If it was a letter sent to him by that person, he had to consider whether there was any deep meaning in it, rather than a simple attack.

Maybe this is just the beginning of a big trouble.

The scary man himself tilted his head, and looked at the elementary school student who suddenly became serious in confusion: "Conan?"

Edogawa Conan looked at this person who knew nothing, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Kamiya-san is like this, how on earth is he going to survive under that person?

"Nothing, let's go in first."

"oh oh."

It always feels like Conan just stared at him and thought of something incredible.

Kamiya Ming thought about it.

His position was far away from Conan and the others, Kamiya Naruichi exchanged positions with someone before sitting with them.

Then I started to look bored at the performance of the football babies below.

He vigilantly observed the surrounding environment and suspicious persons, and as soon as he turned his head, Conan Edogawa saw someone's heartless appearance.

......

"You cheer me up, hey!"

"Oh."

Edogawa Conan opened his half-moon eyes, hehehe twice, he turned on his phone, and saw a news feed.

The originally scheduled audience was more than 200 people than the number stated in the letter, and that person would not have made such a mistake.

Sure enough, when he opened the phone, what caught his eye was a piece of news.

[Shinjuku Station sent out the news of being hijacked 10 minutes ago, and is now stopping at a certain section of this line. We don't know the specific situation...]

Shinjuku Station?

Conan Edogawa thought of something and opened the map.

Because of the competition, several subway stations close to the New National Stadium were blocked, and now the nearest station to get here is Shinjuku Station.

A layer of sweat broke out in his palm, and he quickly swipe on the phone.

until he saw a number.

The people trapped in the subway happened to be the 200 people at the end of the letter and the audience who should be present.

He looked up, and a chill ran down his spine.

Now, the people sitting in this venue are exactly the number of people written on the letter paper, and he has no doubts about this.