The Corpse Collector In Conan: 1754【Script and Riddler】

"I've finished 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:

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"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? "

Yin Donghui ran over to help her brother, and when he heard this, his eyes were red with anger: "You are not our father, let alone teach brother for him! You are far worse than my father, you... He doesn't even deserve to lift his shoes!"

"Tsk, little thing, where did you learn the bad words?" The screenwriter cursed, and raised his hand to blow Yin Donghui's mind.

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

The stick that Yin Donghui was holding in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the tip shot out, hitting the screenwriter's nose at a speed that was hard to tell with the naked eye.

The fragile bridge of the nose was hit right and left, the screenwriter covered his face with a groan, and he leaned back, accompanied by a stream of nosebleeds, Gu Dong sat down on the ground.

Yin Donghui looked at the big man who fell to the ground in shock, and then looked at the magic 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 flick it off without authorization? It seems a bit old, and I will go to the doctor to fix it later."

"Bastard..." The screenwriter wiped his nosebleeds 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 **** Yin Dong met after he came to Tokyo... Hmph, a group of little **** who haven't even grown their hair yet, and 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 tried his best to maintain the dignity of an adult:

"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 is impossible for you to deceive the audience's pockets 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 pushed out the little tobacco in his pipe. The smoke smells bad.

The screenwriter clicked his tongue and swept his gaze across the crowd. I wanted to direct the young leader who had no eyesight to buy cigarettes for him, but when he saw the gangster classmate next to Yoon Dong Okonosuke, the screenwriter finally looked away.

Finally, the screenwriter looked at the oldest actor: "Tajima, go and buy me a pack of tobacco - you know, I'm busy and I don't have time to go out and wander around. Unlike you, you hurt your waist From now on, I will seldom work and 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's obviously not the first time the screenwriter has shown this attitude, and the others are more or less used to it.

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

Things look like they are coming to an end.

But the more Yin Donghui thought about it, the angrier she became, she grabbed the stick that Jiang Xia put away just now, and pointed at the screenwriter: "You have to pay the price 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, Yin Donghui'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 were 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 The detective dream is about to be shattered.

Next to him, Yin Dong Yuzhisuke, who was lying on the ground uncomfortable, was also stunned 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, Yin Dongyu 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 join 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, Yin Dongyu shook his head, and stopped thinking about these messy things.

He reluctantly got up~IndoMTL.com~Looked at the screenwriter, and said persistently, "Can't you really modify it as I said?"

The screenwriter laughed, implying something: "Facts are facts, dramas are dramas, and they cannot be confused—I only write the scripts I want to write. If you want to change them, you can hire someone else."

Yin Dongyu 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'll go back and have a rest first."

With a depressed expression, he walked away clutching his stomach.

Yin Donghui hurried over to help him, and the siblings 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 Yin Dongyu's painful appearance, he was a little angry: "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 Yin Dongyu are a bit of a riddle, but now, after listening to so many conversations, Conan finally understands the general situation.

"It seems that Yin Dongyu 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 there be a script before and after the revision? An adaptation of something, and the other party wants to embellish it into a story?"

Before Jiang Xia could speak, Yoko Kinoshita was already hugging the camera, and nodded thoughtfully: "Maybe behind this story there are some 'tragedy of one year ago', 'tragedy of three years ago', 'tragedy of ten years ago', 'tragedies of ten years ago', Hidden secrets such as the tragedy of the past."

Jiang Xia: "..."

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

Stop, you know too much.