Chapter 1963 1971 [Boss’s Script]

When the ghosts were worrying about how to speak human language, suddenly, a man came over and said, "Let me buy it."

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Several people were startled and turned to look. They were surprised to find that it was an acquaintance in front of them, Mao Lilan: "Mr. Hashimoto? Why are you here?"

Hashimoto Maya: “…” Of course she followed Jiang Xia.

...Well, I didn't follow him on purpose, it's just that he left the safe house in a hurry yesterday and forgot to take a lot of things with him.

At that time, Hashimoto Maya was in a state of running for his life, and he had no intention of returning to retrieve the things he had lost. But now that the life-and-death crisis had been temporarily resolved, the inconvenience of missing things suddenly became apparent... so he returned.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the not-so-safe safe house and was about to pack his luggage, he saw Jiang Xia and others leisurely passing by downstairs from the window.

Maya Hashimoto quickly hid behind the curtain, instinctively wanting to stay away.

But soon, remembering the new task that Uzo had just given him yesterday, Hashimoto Maya's obedience, which had been his confidant for many years, was moved. He didn't even bother to take his things with him and turned around to follow.

Although he had backed off and thought about giving up a little bit, he changed his mind and thought that Wu Zuo had just let him get close to Jiang Xia yesterday, and today they had the chance to meet by chance - this was too coincidental. Who could guarantee that this was not a novice gift package that Wu Zuo gave him?

Your boss was merciful and gave you an opportunity, but you turned around and ran away pretending not to see it. In other workplaces, you might be bullied and ridiculed by your boss at best, but in Uzo...

So in the end, although she was extremely reluctant, Maya Hashimoto went downstairs with a determined step.

…

After all, she had specially trained tracking skills, and it was night time, with a complicated environment around, so Hashimoto Maya actually followed the man to the convenience store smoothly, and then found a perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"Sure enough, everything was arranged by Uzo." Hashimoto Maya secretly rejoiced in her heart, "If I had chosen to slip away or slack off just now, there might be a murder waiting for me on the road now..."

No matter what he was thinking, Maya Hashimoto always looked very enthusiastic. Like a foreigner who was familiar with others, he took the wine from Mao Lilan, quickly confirmed the payment, and quickly used the method he often used when gathering intelligence in the past to blend into this small group of people buying wine.

Jiang Xia didn't expect that Hashimoto Maya was nearby. He was a little confused: "Why didn't he show murderous intent when he saw me just now?"

Miyano Akemi had worked in the workplace for some time and understood this situation to some extent: changing jobs requires a certain amount of time to adapt.

——They work for the psychic master, and Hashimoto Maya also works for the psychic master, so they are colleagues. The ghosts' tolerance for this bucket of iced black tea was already high, and it was slightly raised.

Mao Lilan didn't think too much about it. She had encountered him in various cases before, especially in the most recent case where Hashimoto Maya was attacked and framed as a suspect. She felt a little sympathetic for this unfortunate foreign guest and her attitude was also very good: "Thank you so much this time."

Conan looked at him suspiciously: "It's so late, why is Uncle Hashimoto here?"

Hashimoto Maya didn't feel guilty at all, and shook the key in her hand: "I live here recently."

Conan: "Come to think of it, no matter where we go recently, whether it's a remote deserted island or Hokkaido, we can actually meet you. This is too coincidental."

"Who said it wasn't true?" Hashimoto Maya muttered inwardly, "Maybe I'm just unlucky - well, I mean, because I'm unlucky, I can't live in any place for long. I don't mean to say that you are the gods of bad luck."

Conan: "..." You might as well not say that last sentence.

But having said that, it is true that before they met Hashimoto Maya, they also encountered various murders every day...

He was shaken for a moment.

But he soon became determined again: he remembered the behavior of "Mr. Edward" who disguised himself and sneaked into the concert in London, as well as some other suspicious behaviors - and that Edward was obviously acquainted with the Hashimoto Maya in front of him who once called himself "George". There was definitely something fishy about these two people.

Thinking of this, while Hashimoto Maya was chatting with Mao Lilan, Conan pulled Jiang Xia a few steps behind and asked him quietly: "What do you think of Hashimoto Maya?"

Jiang Xia seemed to be distracted. When he heard this question, he subconsciously replied, "Very refreshing."

Conan: "Hmm?"

Jiang Xia came back to his senses: "I mean his character. He never lost heart despite so many setbacks. It seems that there is no haze in his heart. His mood returned to normal so quickly - this is worth learning from."

Conan: "..." Really? No, on the way back from Hokkaido, Mr. Hashimoto looked like he was about to die, with no desire to live.

But looking at it now, Maya Hashimoto's mood is indeed very different from before, as if she has already adjusted herself.

This new discovery made Conan touch his chin: Even more suspicious.

And if you compare carefully, you can find that it is not just a momentary emotion. Hashimoto Maya's desire to survive and passion for life have returned, and she even gives others a sense of being a king of success.

Conan: Something's wrong. Something's very wrong.

What exactly happened to this suspicious British-Japanese hybrid in the past few days?

…

The four men carried their newly acquired beers and walked back the way they had come.

Soon they passed the area with dim street lights again. When they passed the broken street lamp, several people looked downstairs.

I saw a young man standing there, holding a cigarette in his hand, with an impatient look on his face and a few cigarette butts under his feet, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, a drunk man opened the window at the upper side of the building, hummed loudly, and walked out to the balcony.

There seemed to be a few people in the room having a meal and drinking. When the drunk's friend heard his ugly singing, he ran to the balcony and dragged him back: "Don't embarrass yourself, wake up!"

Soon, the windows closed and the singing and the drunks disappeared.

In big cities at night, you can find drunkards everywhere. You can find one in every commercial street that is open late at night. Although there are fewer of them in residential buildings, they do exist.

Mao Lilan looked at this funny scene and found it a little funny.

A layer of cold sweat silently formed on Maya Hashimoto's back.

The four people were thinking their own things, and they kept walking as they passed through the darkest area. Conan immediately noticed something was wrong with Hashimoto Maya. He pushed his glasses and said in a child-like voice, "Uncle Hashimoto, what's wrong with you?"

Hashimoto Maya looked calm and said, "I was thinking that I have a friend who also loves to drink."

Mao Lilan smiled and said, "My dad is the same."

Hashimoto Maya smiled as if he was chatting about daily life, but the goose bumps on his arms covered by his clothes could not be wiped off.

A broken street lamp, a man standing on the street smoking, a drunkard suddenly appearing from upstairs late at night...each of these is a common scene in life.

But when all of this was put together, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but have Uzo's face flash through his mind - just last night, right here, the scary guy smiled at him and said, "Don't disturb the actors' hard practice."

...Practice what? What practice?

The same scene, viewed with different mindsets like watching an everyday film or a horror film, will result in completely different readings.

The indescribable contrast between the extremely ordinary daily life and the bloodiness hidden behind it made Hashimoto Maya's hair stand on end.

(End of this chapter)