Conan’s Corpse Picker

  Chapter 1757 1756 [Script, script again]

   "Mr. Screenwriter?!"

  A group of people followed Conan to the backstage in a daze, and saw the first-grade elementary school student go straight to the screenwriter's room and began to knock 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 hasn't heard back, maybe something happened!"

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

   Several actors saw that they were tinkering with the screenwriter's room door, so they hurried over to stop them, fearing 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 by the table, laying motionless on the ground, some small pieces of porcelain were scattered beside his head, and a broken vase rolled down, looking like It looked like a murder scene.

   "Don't come in."

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

   But soon, he discovered that this was completely unnecessary—no one wanted to come in and care about the status of the editor.

  Mao Lilan and the others haven’t recovered yet, and besides not recovering, the troupe members don’t seem to have a deep relationship with the screenwriter. Their first reaction when they saw this situation was to freeze in place, and they didn’t intend to enter the door at all.

  Jiang Xia silently put down her hands, 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'll report it 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 dead body and flustered, but her dialing speed was as fast as anyone No one reacted.

  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.

  Yoko Kinoshita was terrified by the occurrence of the murder case, and at the same time was driven by professionalism, thinking about perfecting the character design of her next play.

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

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

  Ito Hui looked serious: "I heard that you can't enter the scene of the crime casually. Don't cause trouble for brother Jiang Xia and uncle police!"

   Conan was forced to stop: "..." How did this little girl discover his movements? It's not scientific!

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

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

  —Tamanosuke Ito looked extremely nervous, he was short of breath, and unconsciously covered 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 Tamanosuke Ito's performance didn't look like fear, but a more complicated emotion.

   Before he could figure out what this new classmate was thinking, Tamanosuke Ito 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.

   Tamanosuke Ito seemed to be completely indifferent to other people's eyes at this time.

  He found that the person was really dead, with a dazed look on his face. After a moment of silence in front of the corpse, he suddenly turned to look at the table beside him.

   Tamanosuke Ito's gaze 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 nothing.

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

   Tamanosuke Ito 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. Tamanosuke Ito went to press the button on the laptop just now, so 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 Tamanosuke Ito say it? There is nothing to hide, is there 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...

  Conan thought about it, and 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 was filmed 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 remembering that what happened was a murder case after all, it is not suitable for the scene to exude too positive emotions, he finally swallowed those words of praise .

  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 the Mumu police department have not disappeared, but he still cheered up to deal with this sudden case.

  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.

  (end of this chapter)