The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred fifty-six [script, another script]

"Mr. Screenwriter?!"

A group of people followed Conan to the backstage in a daze, and saw the first-year elementary school student go straight to the screenwriter's room and began knocking on the door.

There was still no response from the door, so after knocking twice, Conan's action turned into smashing the door.

"Conan?" Mao Lilan ran over quickly and grabbed the kid who was knocking on other people's doors. "What are you doing?"

Conan originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to open the door, but his arms were too short to reach.

Just in time to see Jiang Xia coming with those actors, Conan's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior: "Quickly open the door, the scriptwriter has not heard back, maybe something happened!"

Jiang Xia tried to turn the doorknob, but the door was unlocked and was pushed open smoothly.

Seeing that they were tinkering with the screenwriter's door, several actors hurried over to stop them, worried that the guests would be scolded.

However, when they reached the door, before they had time to stop Jiang Xia, they saw the situation inside the house clearly. Shirai Yuri let out a horrified scream of "Ah!" - the screenwriter fell to the side of the table, laying motionless on the ground, some small pieces of porcelain were scattered beside his head, and a broken vase rolled down, look It looked like a murder scene.

"Don't come in."

Jiang Xia originally thought that he needed to act like a detective to stop the other members of the troupe from rushing in and destroying the scene.

But soon, he found that this was completely superfluous - no one wanted to come in and care about the status of the editor.

Mao Lilan and the others haven't recovered yet, and the members of the troupe don't seem to have a deep relationship with the screenwriter. Their first reaction when they saw this situation was to stand still, and they didn't even enter the door. mean.

Jiang Xia silently put down her hand, and condemned in her heart: "..." Really, can't you act without feelings? If this goes on like this, you will all become suspects.

He walked into the room alone, and went to check next to the screenwriter.

Then, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, he shook his head regretfully: "It has been dead for a while. There is a blow injury on the back of the head, which should be hit by the vase next to it."

Yoko Kinoshita hesitated and said, "Then I will report for you..."

"Hello? The police?" Before she could finish speaking, Mao Lilan's tense but skilled voice came from beside her—this little high school student seemed to be afraid of the corpse and flustered, but the speed at which she dialed It was so fast that no one could react.

Yoko Kinoshita was stunned: "..." Is this the strength of Jiang Xia's friend? Hiss, it seems that in terms of detectives, I still have a long way to go.

On the one hand, Yoko Kinoshita was terrified by the appearance of fate, and on the other hand, was driven by professionalism, thinking about perfecting the character design of her next play.

Taking advantage of Mao Lilan's phone call, Conan broke away from her hand and wanted to slip into the scene to have a look.

But just as he took a step, a pair of small hands grabbed him precisely.

Yin Donghui has a serious face: "I heard that you can't go in casually at the scene of the eucalyptus discovery. Don't cause trouble for brother Jiang Xia and uncle policeman!"

Conan was forced to stop: "..." How did this little girl discover his movements? It's unscientific!

He couldn't even run away, so he turned his head to look at Yin Donghui speechlessly, trying to signal her to let go with his eyes.

However, when he turned around, Conan unexpectedly discovered something.

——Yin Dong Yuzhisuke looked extremely nervous, he was short of breath, unconsciously covering his mouth with his hands, his expression was very ugly, and he tried to cover up some words he wanted to say.

Conan was taken aback, thinking: "...is this classmate so timid?"

But immediately afterwards, he felt that Yin Dongyuzhizhu's performance did not seem to be fear, but a more complicated emotion.

Before dissecting the new classmate's thoughts, Yoon Dong Okanosuke gritted his teeth and rushed into the scene suddenly. He half-kneeled next to the screenwriter, nervously inspecting the condition of the corpse.

Jiang Xia looked up at him and did not stop him.

At this time, Yin Dongyuzhizhu seemed to be completely indifferent to other people's eyes.

When he found out that the person was really dead, he looked dazed. After a moment of silence in front of the corpse, he suddenly turned to look at the table beside him.

Yin Dongyu's eyes scanned the desktop, as if looking for something. But obviously, he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he pressed the button on the side of the laptop, picked up the computer to see if there was anything under it, and even wanted to turn over the corpse to check... After this operation, He still got nothing.

His movements are too conspicuous. Looking at this new classmate, Jiang Xia feels that paddling is too much without stopping: "What are you looking for?"

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Yin Dongyuzhisuke stopped in a daze, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost: "No, it's nothing."

He didn't say anything, but at the door, Conan suddenly remembered something - the disk with the script!

Before the screenwriter finished printing the script, he put the disk away. Yin Dongyuzhisuke went to press the button on the laptop just now, and he should be looking for it. But there is no disk at the scene... The disk was taken away by the murderer?

Conan: "..." This is obviously a key clue, but why didn't Yin Dongyuzhisuke say it? What is there to hide~IndoMTL.com~ Could there be another mystery behind that script?

Another script! It was as if the enemy was holding a flag and jumping in front of him, but he grabbed it desperately, only to find that it was just a phantom. The other party hid behind the scenes and watched all this jokingly, leaving him alone to fight against the air...

After thinking about it, Conan couldn't help but slammed his fist on the wall next to him.

Then he stopped suddenly.

After a while, Conan silently withdrew his hand. He looked around, took advantage of no one looking at him, and blew two breaths into his fist: ...It hurts so much, why are the walls of this theater so hard.

……

After calling the police, it didn't take long to hear the siren, and the Mumu police department rushed over.

The program team also received the information, and Rumble followed. The video camera that Yoko Kinoshita brought today was a normal version, without the live broadcast function. They originally wanted to cut a short section of what they captured today and insert it into the program.

"You are really...!" The director patted Jiang Xia's shoulder excitedly, as if he wanted to say something, but remembered that what happened was fate after all, and it was not appropriate to exude too positive emotions on the scene, so he finally took those compliments The words were swallowed back.

Jiang Xia was a little hurt by his filming, so she left the over-excited director and ran to find the familiar Mumu Police Department.

The dark circles under the eyes of Police Department Megure have not disappeared, but he still cheered up to deal with this sudden incident.

He flipped through the materials brought by his subordinates: "The deceased was the editor of the troupe, 35-year-old Jinshi Tiefu. The time of death was about an hour ago—so what were you all doing an hour ago?"

He looked at the troupe members gathered in front of him.