Chapter 1895: 1895【The last wish before death】
Not long after returning to the room, Jiang Xia just took out the magazines and pajamas from the suitcase when there was a knock on the door.
He opened the door, and saw Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko standing at his door.
The two girls looked downstairs from a distance, a little timidly: "We seem to have heard the crew arguing, and the quarrel was very fierce—could they have caught the prankster?"
"Really." Jiang Xia threw away the magazine, and said decisively, "Then let's go and have a look. If you are idle, you are idle. Why don't you fight. It is not advisable to use lynching without permission. Even if you really catch that person, you should follow act in accordance with the law."
Conan looked at the stick in his pocket: "...?"
The four of them turned around and walked back.
…
Those who act in dramas have more or less lung capacity. The people in the troupe were not only performing, but they were also full of air when they spoke, and their voices echoed in the corridor, which was quite eye-catching.
As the four of them got closer to the room where they were arguing, even the soft-looking Wenyue Hualian, her voice was clearly heard by everyone.
"...Wait, Miss Hualien?"
Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko glanced at each other, feeling something was wrong: That Miss Hualien seemed to have such a good temper, how could she suddenly speak in such an angry and hysterical voice?
While hesitating, Jiang Xia had already walked past them.
The two recovered their senses and hurriedly followed.
Soon came to a spacious room with the door ajar. Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko stopped beside Jiang Xia, looked through the crack of the door, and turned pale with shock.
—Wen Yue Hualian was arguing with the head of the group excitedly, her face was extremely ugly.
And just at the moment when everyone arrived at the door, she seemed to be extremely angry. She picked up the prop dagger on the table next to her and rushed towards the head of the group, uttering an angry and suppressed growl: "I'm afraid I can only kill you!" You, you can truly set me free!"
"!"
Mao Lilan remembered that the head of the group just reprimanded Wenyue Hualien indiscriminately, and then remembered how often murders were encountered when traveling with Jiang Xia. Her body reacted before her rationality. She pushed open the door and rushed in, hugging her Resident Wenyue Hualien: "Miss Hualien, calm down!"
Suzuki Sonoko also quickly chimed in: "That's right! Even if your leader is a horrible, arrogant and self-centered old woman, you can just scold her, why kill someone!"
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head to look at Jiang Xia, worried that Jiang Xia's illegitimate hobby would suddenly revive, and stepped on Wenyue Hualian in front of everyone and knocked her down.
However, when she turned around, she saw that although Jiang Xia had also walked over, she didn't intend to pull out her stick. Looking at each other, Jiang Xia pointed to the knife in Wenyue Hualian's hand, as if reminding them of something.
At this moment, a goose-like laughter suddenly came from beside him.
The playwright in the troupe moved a stool, sat in the corner of the room, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "We are just rehearsing, the sense of justice of high school students is really funny. Or is it that you have encountered too many cases? Is there nothing else but the case?"
Halfway through the ridicule, seeing the faces of Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, he suddenly touched his chin, his tone softened, and the topic changed: "—Why don't I buy you two drinks when you have time, the cases you encountered , may become precious material for me to write scripts."
In the corner on the other side of the room, Maya Hashimoto, who was busy repairing props, paused when he heard this.
Maya Hashimoto: "..." Of those cases that Jiang Xia encountered, maybe 70% to 80% of them were caused by Uzo.
Write a script based on Uzo’s script. It’s okay if no one knows, but if it really becomes a hit, and Uzo sees it and makes him interested... then you don’t need to write a script anymore, but you can change your job as an actor. Act out a wonderful and tight real drama in person.
But soon, Maya Hashimoto felt that he was thinking too far.
For the theater troupe, before that, they have to live this time first—so is Naoko Torimaru in Hokkaido now, and is she around this hotel? Jiang Xia "encountered" with herself again, was it really a chance encounter, or...
While Maya Hashimoto was thinking quickly.
Beside , Saburo Inozuka also stopped moving. He couldn't help but look at the place where several high school students were, more precisely, at Mao Lilan's hands that were holding Wenyue Hualian tightly.
Then I couldn't help but envy.
Saburo Inozuka: "..." If I had known this, I would have acted with the detectives just now. In that way, I could use the name of fighting to get close to the idol... No, no, no! Don't think that way, that's a hateful act of illegitimate meal.
I am now being targeted by "that thing", maybe I will die soon. But even so, you can't give up the bottom line of an idol nerd! Otherwise, wouldn't his passionate career of chasing stars in the past become a joke.
When Saburo Inozuka clenched his fist in grief and anger.
In the middle of the room.
Wen Yuehualian didn't notice the strange sight from the corner.
Realizing that there was a misunderstanding, she smiled awkwardly, then picked up the knife in her hand and showed it to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko—Wen Yuehualian's hand was pressed on the "sharp" tip of the knife. Breaking her hand, the blade shrank back instead.
—This is a prop retractable knife, which cannot hurt people at all.
…
The screenwriter just struck up a conversation with Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, but both of them ignored them.
He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but considering that he is a key member of a well-known theater troupe after all, if he insisted on pestering customers, his reputation would be bad.
The scriptwriter had no choice but to clear his throat and waved away people: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, go out quickly, we still have to continue rehearsing."
The head of the female team didn't pay any attention to these random guests. She looked at Wenyue Hualian: "It's very good, your acting skills have really improved rapidly - there is real hatred in the performance just now. If it wasn't like that, you wouldn't be misunderstood by outsiders."
I don't know if this is a simple compliment, or there is some deep meaning behind it. In short, Wenyue Hualian seems to listen to it as a compliment.
She lowered her head shyly: "It's the teacher who taught you well."
Seeing that the team leader seemed to be in a good mood, the scriptwriter also came over to join in the fun: "Indeed, I was worried that my script was not expressive enough, but your acting skills have helped me make up for it perfectly."
The outside guests can't do anything, can't they take advantage of the group members?
Thinking about this, he stretched out his hand and squeezed Wenyue Hualian's shoulder, and leaned into her ear: "I'm very happy for you too!"
In the corner, someone stared at this scene, clenched his chubby fists, and let out a murderous aura silently.
Jiang Xia glanced over there, but didn't smell any special fragrance, so he didn't pay much attention at first.
However, when the ghosts brought back the murderous spirit and brought it into Jiang Xia's hands, the psychic medium suddenly discovered a problem.