The Corpse Collector In Conan: One thousand seven hundred and forty-nine gin, stop reading comprehension

Jiang Xia looked at the figure in the white coat who smelled like apples and walked away quickly, and sighed while throwing ghosts out to follow.

——I always feel that Belmode's attitude today is not very friendly. Obviously, if she met outside, she would come over to talk to her, and maybe buy herself a drink or two.

However, thinking of yesterday's explosion and Mao Lilan in school today, Jiang Xia felt like he understood something.

Belmode's figure disappeared from the corner, Jiang Xia looked away, and his eyes fell on the principal at the school gate.

Facing the camera, the principal didn't mention the detective's usual attendance rate at all. He just praised the detective kindly, focusing on Jiang Xia's academic performance, in order to imply that his school pays attention to teaching methods and talents Come forth in large numbers.

Far away.

Staring at today's live broadcast, Vodka took a vicious bite of the breakfast bread: "..." What a lousy headmaster, he refused to tell the truth. It's hard to say that this detective doesn't take classes at all, and isn't as good a student as he seems!

And the photographer, why keep taking pictures of this old man, go take pictures of Miss Yoko! ...Remember to cut off the Wu Zuo next to her.

While he had a stomach ache from the black figure that might appear in the camera at any time, he couldn't help but want to watch Yoko Kinoshita's program--Miss Yoko doesn't often take jobs like live broadcasts. This kind of vivid figure that interacts with the audience at all times is very precious.

After struggling for a long time, Vodka did not give up watching this program: just treat it as observing Wu Zuo's movements.

Next to him, facing his stupid star chasing behavior, Gin was rarely sneering. At this time, he was watching the news about the last case compiled by the program team.

"Script within script, manipulating two people at the same time, and the manipulative firmly believes that this is a plan independently thought out by himself... Heh, the two people's thinking is completely synchronized, even the location of the work and the time of making the alibi are exactly the same, This level of 'coincidence' is only willing to be believed by those who have no brains."

Qin Jiu snorted coldly, glanced at the details of the case, and came to his own understanding of the matter: "My little brother is not good enough to play, so I took two temporary apprentices, taught the same script, and watched the development quietly like a gu. .

"The one who died inherited a bit of Uzuo style. The winner died in a dignified way before he died of illness, and the loser was thrown into prison, where thousands of people scolded him... That guy went to England, and the way he played It’s a lot more fancy than before.”

Vodka: "..." He thought that in this case, Wu Zuo was simply using those two long-time friends to sow discord among other partners who had known each other for a long time. It turns out that there is such a layer behind it... that Xiaoyin ratio is getting worse and worse.

[The novel app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and the source-changing app used by old bookworms,]

... The boss is also, why don't you quickly transfer that Maya to him? What if Wu Zuo was too late to find someone and went to harm other people's assistants.

Thinking of this, the live broadcast in front of Vodka suddenly became unsatisfactory.

He silently put down the dry bread, and prayed for Wuzuo so sincerely for the first time: I hope he can get his wish, get the younger brother who is in his hand as soon as possible, and stop harming others.

……

On the other side, the live broadcast continued peacefully.

Contrary to most people's expectations, it may be that the pure land of the school has not been polluted by criminals outside, and today's filming went very smoothly. Except for a few small puzzles encountered in the middle, which delayed a little time, the filming of other places was quickly finished.

The schedule is completed and the shooting is over.

After the program team left, Jiang Xia remembered the headmaster's praise in the morning, hesitated for a moment, and finally went to the classroom with the bento given by the program team.

He decided to take half a day of class and complete the daily work of the students—in case some paparazzi squatted at the school gate with nothing to do, and the show had just finished, and he turned around and photographed him skipping class, what would happen? It's slightly embarrassing.

I originally thought that there would be a strong learning atmosphere in the classroom.

However, soon, Jiang Xia realized that she didn't know the students well enough: everyone's thoughts were not on the recent exam at all, but they were excitedly discussing what kind of drama program should be rehearsed for the campus drama.

Although this kind of on-campus performance was not very formal, there were many social audiences watching it that day. For normal students who are rarely exposed, it is indeed an exciting event.

"Jiang Xia?"

As soon as Jiang Xia entered the classroom, Suzuki Sonoko saw him sharply.

She was about to say something, but she suddenly became alert, covered her mouth, ran to the door, and looked behind Jiang Xia furtively.

Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no camera following and the program team had already gone back.

She finished what she wanted to say just now: "You actually came to school! There is no exam today, did you remember the wrong date?"

Jiang Xia: "..." Save face, don't say it so bluntly.

But just now he was a little confused by the headmaster's praise, now he heard Suzuki Sonoko's truth ~IndoMTL.com~ but he quickly found himself again.

"It's all here, come and have a look." Jiang Xia didn't bother to argue, he looked at the students in the class, "It's very lively."

The classroom is full of a group of 17-year-old minors, except for two or three people, other people are not often involved in incidents, so Jiang Xia usually pays little attention to the students unconsciously.

But after all, he has a good memory, so he still knows most people. At this moment, Jiang Xia glanced around the classroom, and suddenly found a new face in this group of people.

Seeing the man's face clearly, he was slightly startled, and his eyes stopped immediately.

——This new classmate looks familiar.

Taking a closer look, Jiang Xia understood the familiarity: he looks a bit like Conan—yes, it's Conan, not Kudo Shinichi. In short, it is the new version of Kudo's baby face.

Seeing this appearance, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel kind: "Who is this?"

Suzuki Sonoko followed his line of sight, said oh, and took the initiative to introduce: "This is Yoon Dong Okanosuke, who has recently transferred from another school. Do you remember the traveling theater troupe you used to see when you were young? It's the kind of mobile performances all over the country." , an ancient troupe that stays in each place for a month or two—Yin Donghe is the second-generation head of one of the troupes.”

Saying so, Suzuki Sonoko picked up a flyer from his desk that he had just received from Yin Dong Yuzhisuke, and handed it to Jiang Xia to read.

Jiang Xia reached out to take it.

Looking down, the flyer looks like a mini poster. In the middle of it is a person wearing an ancient costume. Judging from the face, it is the classmate Yoon Dong Okanosuke.

In the picture, he is holding a half-meter-long ten-handed handle, as if he is playing a catcher, and next to it are a few simple characters: Second-generation troupe leader, special performance!