Chapter 1906: 1906【Scriptwriter's Mowing Project】
Chapter 1906 1906 [Scriptwriter Mowing Plan]
"died?"
The first one to speak out was Suzuki Sonoko.
In her opinion, this so-called "Santa Claus with a red beard" sounds like a walking horror story. Although they had heard some from Wenyue Hualien before, but now that the news is reconfirmed, it is still shocking.
The clown nodded: "There are rumors outside that he died suddenly, but in fact there was a needle hole on his wrist - he died of drug poisoning. The door was locked at the time, and there was no sign of struggling at the injection port. Suicide case closed."
"Counting the days, by Christmas Eve the day after tomorrow, the ten-year lease period of 'Santa Claus with a red beard' on Room 315 will be completely over."
The clown couldn't help praying with his hands together: "I always feel that the soul of that guy may have been wandering in Room 315. Only by living his rented life and waiting for his soul to leave, can we be truly safe."
…
On the way back, Jiang Xia looked at Hashimoto Maya, and walked over to chat naturally: "How is it, are you afraid of living in that kind of haunted house?"
Hashimoto Maya didn't expect this detective to care about him: "It's okay."
After a pause, he decided to quietly reveal a little of his speculation to Jiang Xia—the detective and the Uzo forces are always hostile, and the stronger one is, the easier it is for the other to be constrained.
"That 'red-bearded Santa Claus' is probably a drug dealer." Maya Hashimoto lowered his voice, "Leaving aside the pinholes in his hands, the color of this room is probably the sequelae of drug addiction—some people who are addicted to drugs , will become extremely obsessed with a certain color. If you want to investigate, you can try this direction.”
Jiang Xia glanced at him, then nodded thoughtfully: "You know a lot."
Hashimoto Maya imitated Inozuka Saburo, showing a simple and honest smile: "When I was helping other doctors, I had contact with similar patients."
Jiang Xia's tone was firm: "You are really suitable to be a detective. If you want to develop here one day, you must come to me."
Maya Hashimoto nodded perfunctorily.
Behind him, two outlaws suffocated their laughter: "..." Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Members of the organization ran to help the detective? It sounds quite black and humorous. If Hashimoto Maya really went, the faces of other people in the organization would probably be very funny.
…
To two high school girls, the story of "Santa Claus with the red beard" tonight is as scary as a ghost story.
But for the three members of the organization, they slept a lot more securely: a mere drug dealer, dead drug dealer, nothing to be afraid of.
And the mystery of the "red room" that worried them the most has been successfully solved-it's just a trick created by a guy who took drugs and had mental problems, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
…
So the next day, when they had breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, the expressions of the two groups of people contrasted sharply.
Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan yawned big, looked aside with dark circles under their eyes, and couldn't help turning their heads to whisper to Jiang Xia:
"Mr. Hashimoto and their hearts are too strong. I was worried that ghosts would float over in the nearby rooms, but they slept on the bed where the 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' died, but they were all so full of energy."
Jiang Xia is still regretting that "Santa Claus with a red beard" did not leave behind a ghost that matches his legend, and he is inevitably a little absent-minded when chatting: "The three of us are all on the bed, I'm afraid I can't sleep, someone must have slept on the sofa and the floor."
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
...that's not the point!
But upon closer inspection, it seems that Jiang Xia also didn't sleep well, probably thinking about this complicated case. So the two Mihuahao classmates thoughtfully didn't say anything, they just dragged a plate of fried eggs to Jiang Xia silently, let him eat well and think well.
Jiang Xia does plan to start collecting clues to speed up the process of solving the case.
He inserted an egg roll, and at the same time turned his head to look around, and his eyes quickly fell on the neighboring table—Wen Yuehualian was just sitting next to them.
Suzuki Sonoko followed his line of sight and saw Wenyue Hualian sitting alone.
"Miss Hualien? Why is your complexion worse than mine." Suzuki Sonoko was taken aback. After thinking about it, she felt that she understood something:
"Oh, are you worried about the development of the Aphrodite Troupe? - Don't worry, although your troupe leader and playwright are dead, aren't you still here? You are already so famous at a young age , it will not take long to grow into a pillar of the troupe.
"To be honest, we have a classmate who is several years younger than you. His theater troupe also just died of a playwright and an accountant, and a senior martial arts instructor was arrested and thrown into prison. He himself was also seriously injured. Half of the theater troupe is gone, but he is still strong enough to shoulder the burden, and the troupe's development is no worse than before!"
Hashimoto Maya who eavesdropped in the distance: "..."
... How many troupes has this woman helped Uzuo to harm! And they seem to be hitting **** script writers.
Um? That being said, if I hid in a college or university that offered script majors, I should be able to hide for a long time.
When the members of the organization plotted against the innocent screenwriter seedlings.
On the other side, Wenyue Hualian was stunned: "..." Is there a theater troupe that has a worse life than theirs?
... No, this doesn't seem to be what she was worrying about just now.
Wen Yuehualian lost her mind, and it took a while to come back to her senses. She sighed and shook her head: "Your classmate must be very brave and responsible. Unfortunately, I am different from him—I plan to give up being an actor."
Saburo Inozuka who was quietly listening to the corner: "?!"
…No!
Wenyue Hualian didn't hear the heartbroken voice of the fans in the distance. She put down the spoon, lowered her head and said: "I was not good at showing my face in front of everyone. I joined this troupe and became an actor for a reason for me. A very important person, but that person has been worn out by the years beyond recognition."
Jiang Xia was listening to her telling a story, when she heard this, she suddenly felt something.
He glanced into the distance from the corner of his eye, and found that Saburo Inozuka seemed to think that the "important person" was a rival in love. At this time, this strong man in black was holding a fork, and there was a very low-end high-end murderous look floating on him.
Jiang Xia: "..." Alas, this boiled water has a barren taste with a little sugar added, after all, it is still a little bit far from the original version.
While regretting, he did not forget to be a good listener, and asked at the right time: "That person?"
Wen Yuehualian was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Actually, I was an orphan when I was a child. Teacher Bandai brought me home. Since then, I have always treated her as my own mother."
(end of this chapter)