Chapter 1898 1906 [Scriptwriter's Mowing Plan]

"Dead?"

The first person to speak was Suzuki Sonoko.

In her opinion, this "red-bearded Santa Claus" sounded like a walking horror story. Although they had heard some of it from Wen Yue Hua Lian before, they were still shocked to confirm the news again.

The Joker nodded. "There are rumors outside that he died suddenly, but in fact there are needle holes on his wrists from injections - he died of drug poisoning. The door was locked at the time, and there were no signs of struggle at the injection site, so the police closed the case as suicide."

"If we count the days, on Christmas Eve the day after tomorrow, the ten-year lease of 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' to Room 315 will be completely over."

The Joker couldn't help but put his hands together and prayed: "I always feel that the guy's soul may have been wandering in Room 315. Only when we survive the days he rents this room and wait 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 scared living in a haunted house like that?"

Hashimoto Maya didn't expect that the detective would care about her: "It's okay."

After a pause, he decided to quietly reveal some of his speculations to Jiang Xia - the detectives and the Uzo forces are always hostile, and the stronger one side is, the more likely the other side will be constrained.

"That 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' is probably a drug dealer." Hashimoto Maya lowered her voice. "Let's not talk about the pinholes on his hands. The color of this room is probably a side effect of drug abuse. Some drug addicts become extremely obsessed with certain colors. If you want to investigate, you can try this direction."

Jiang Xia glanced at him and nodded thoughtfully: "You know a lot."

Hashimoto Maya imitated Izuka Saburo and smiled a simple and honest smile: "I have come into contact with similar patients when I was helping other doctors before."

Jiang Xia said firmly: "You are indeed suitable to be a detective. If you want to develop in this field one day, you must come to me."

Hashimoto Maya nodded perfunctorily.

Behind him, two lawless outlaws tried hard to hold back their laughter: “…” Impossible, absolutely impossible.

A member of the organization went to help the detective? It sounds like black humor. If Hashimoto Maya really went, the faces of other people in the organization would probably be very funny.

…

To the two high school girls, tonight's story of "Red Bearded Santa Claus" was as scary as a ghost story.

But for the three members of the organization, they slept much more peacefully: he was just a drug dealer, and he was still a dead drug dealer even if he died. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, the mystery of the "Red Room" that worried them the most has been successfully solved - it was just a little trick made up by a guy who had mental problems due to drug abuse, and it was nothing to be afraid of.

…

Therefore, the next day, when having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, the contrast between the two groups of people's expressions was obvious.

Suzuki Sonoko and Mao Lilan yawned loudly, looked around with dark circles under their eyes, and couldn't help but turn around and whisper to Jiang Xia:

"Mr. Hashimoto and the others are so strong-hearted. I was worried that there might be ghosts floating over from the nearby rooms, but they are sleeping on the bed where the 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' died, and yet they are all so energetic."

Jiang Xia still regretted that the "red-bearded Santa Claus" did not leave behind a ghost fetus that matched his legend, and he was inevitably a little absent-minded when chatting: "The three of them are all in bed, I'm afraid they can't sleep well, and some of them must have slept on the sofa and the floor."

Suzuki Sonoko: “…”

...That’s not the point!

But after a closer look, Jiang Xia also seemed to have not slept well, probably thinking about this complicated case. So the two good classmates of Rice Flower considerately said nothing, but quietly dragged a plate of fried eggs to Jiang Xia, asking him to eat well and think.

Jiang Xia did plan to start collecting clues to speed up the process of solving the case.

He inserted an egg roll and turned to look around, his eyes soon fell on the people at the next table - Wen Yue Hua Lian happened to be sitting next to them.

Suzuki Sonoko then followed his gaze and saw Wen Yue Karen sitting alone.

"Ms. Hualien? How come you look worse than me?" Suzuki Sonoko was surprised. She thought about it and felt that she understood something:

"Oh, are you worried about the development of the Aphrodite Troupe? - Don't worry, even though your troupe leader and playwright are dead, you are still here, right? You are so famous at such a young age, and it won't be long before you become the mainstay of the troupe.

"To be honest, we have a classmate who is several years younger than you. His playwright and accountant just died, and a senior martial arts instructor was thrown into prison. He himself was also seriously injured. Half of the troupe was gone, but he is still strong enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility, and the troupe is doing just as well as before!"

Hashimoto Maya, who was eavesdropping from a distance: "..."

…How many theater troupes has this woman helped Uzo to ruin? And they seem to be focusing on killing scriptwriters.

Hmm? If I hide in a university that offers a scriptwriting major, I should be able to hide there for a long time.

When the members of the organization were insidiously plotting against the innocent screenwriter Miao.

On the other side, Wen Yue Hua Lian was stunned: “…” There is actually a theater troupe that is living a worse life than theirs?

...No, this didn't seem to be what she was worrying about just now.

Wen Yue Hua Lian lost her train of thought and came back to her senses after a while. 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."

Izuka Saburo, who was eavesdropping, said: "?!"

…No!!

Wen Yue Hua Lian didn't hear the heartbroken voices of her fans in the distance. She put down her spoon, lowered her head and said, "I'm not good at showing up in front of people. I joined this troupe and became an actor for someone who is very important to me, but that person has been worn down beyond recognition by the years."

Jiang Xia was listening to her story, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt something.

He glanced into the distance and found that Izuka Saburo seemed to think that the "important person" was a love rival. At this time, the burly man in black was holding a fork, and a very low-end high-end murderous aura emanated from him.

Jiang Xia: “…” Alas, the poor taste of boiled water with a little bit of sugar added is still a little far from the original.

While he was feeling regretful, he also did not forget to be a good listener and asked at the right time: "That person?"

Wen Yue Hua Lian was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "Actually, I was an orphan when I was a child. It was Teacher Bandai who brought me home. Since then, I have always treated her as my own mother."

(End of this chapter)