Chapter 1746-1754 [Script and Riddler]
"I've already finished writing the script, all I have to do is print it out." The screenwriter took a puff from his pipe and sneered:
"Instead of questioning me, you should ask what this guy is doing - he actually asked me to rewrite the ending according to his ideas.
"Humph, a teenage brat dares to teach me how to do things. If a person doesn't know how to respect his elders, then he will have trouble making it in society. I'm teaching him a lesson on behalf of his dead father. Do you have any objection?"
Ito Hui ran over to help her brother. When she heard this, she was so angry that her eyes turned red: "You are not our father, and you are not worthy of teaching my brother a lesson for him! You are far worse than my father. You... are not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"
"Tsk, little thing, where did you learn those dirty words?" The screenwriter cursed and raised his hand to hit Ito Kei on the head.
However, just as he bent down, he suddenly heard a "clang" sound in front of him, and something bounced off.
The baton in Ito Kei's hand suddenly unfolded, and the tip shot out at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and hit the screenwriter's nose with a bang.
The fragile nose bridge was hit right on the screenwriter's body. He covered his face with his hands and screamed. He leaned back and fell to the ground with a thud, accompanied by a stream of nosebleed.
Ito Hui looked at the big guy who fell to the ground in shock, and then looked at the magical retractable stick in his hand: "..." The things Brother Jiang Xia gave are so useful!
Jiang Xia took his old friend from her and pretended to inspect it: "Why did it pop open without permission? It looks a bit old. I'll ask the doctor to fix it later."
"Asshole..." The screenwriter wiped the blood from his nose and got up, looking like he wanted to kick Jiang Xia to vent his anger. But when his eyes fell on the baton, he hesitated and stopped.
——Who would carry a baton with them if they were a decent person?
Could this kid be the gangster that Ito met after coming to Tokyo? Humph, a bunch of little bastards who haven’t even grown all their hair yet. Only calm adults would not bother with them.
The screenwriter turned around and did not go to the door to look for trouble. Instead, he went back into the house and took out a handkerchief to wipe his nose. He tried his best to maintain the dignity of an adult:
"Anyway, you'd better figure out who the real pillar of this little troupe is - there are plenty of actors who can do somersaults and sing, but without an updated script, you won't be able to cheat the audience out of their money. A good script is the foundation of everything!"
After saying this, the screenwriter wanted to take a puff of cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke like a successful person who has seen through the world.
However, the fall had drained out the little tobacco in his pipe, and the tobacco tasted bland.
The screenwriter sighed and glanced at the crowd. He wanted to order the young leader who had no vision to buy him cigarettes, but when he saw the gangster classmate next to Ito Tamonsuke, he finally looked away.
Finally, the screenwriter looked at the oldest actor and said, "Tajima, go buy me a pack of tobacco - you know, I'm very busy and don't have time to go out and hang out. Unlike you, you rarely work after you hurt your waist and you rest every day."
Kenzo Tajima was hit in a sore spot and couldn't help but clench his fist.
The two younger actors' faces darkened when they heard their master being ridiculed in this way.
There was a murderous aura floating in and out of the room. Although it was not of high-end quality, it still made the surrounding air quickly become fresh.
…
But in the end, the anger and murderous intent of the crowd did not erupt.
After all, there are many people here, and it is obviously not the first time that the screenwriter has shown this attitude, so everyone else is more or less used to it.
After enduring those few seconds of maximum anger, the old actor finally fell silent, took his coat, and went out to buy him cigarettes.
Things looked like they were coming to an end.
But the more Ito Hui thought about it, the angrier she became. She grabbed the baton that Jiang Xia had just put away and pointed it at the screenwriter: "You will pay for what you have done!"
"..." Jiang Xia touched her head and took back the baton. "Don't be impulsive. Your future dream is to become a detective. You must learn to convince people with reason."
Hearing his gentle teachings in her ear, Ito Hui's anger unconsciously subsided a little, and she nodded subconsciously.
After clicking, I was suddenly stunned: "…" My future dream is to become a detective? How come I didn't know that?
Several other high school students who were familiar with Jiang Xia watched this scene silently: "..." Fortunately, the police and the media were more ethical and never spread the specific details of Jiang Xia's "convincing people with reason", otherwise the child's dream of becoming a detective would be shattered.
Next to him, Ito Tamonsuke, who was lying on the ground in pain, was also stunned: Wasn’t my sister’s dream to develop the theater troupe? Why did she change it to becoming a detective?
However, after looking at Jiang Xia and then at his younger sister, Ito Tamonsuke felt that he understood: children are like that, they just do whatever they want and they want to enter any profession that they think is cool.
Maybe after Jiang Xia leaves, she will return to her previous dream.
"Hiss." The dull pain in his chest brought back his wandering thoughts. Ito Tamonsuke shook his head and stopped thinking about these messy things.
He climbed up despite the pain, looked at the screenwriter, and said persistently: "Really can't you change it according to what I said?"
The screenwriter laughed and said meaningfully: "Facts are facts, drama is drama, they can't be confused - I only write the script I want to write, if you want to change it, you can find someone else."
Ito Tamonsuke was silent for a long time, then sighed: "I see, then let's follow your script. When you are free, please print out the polished script and I will distribute it to everyone... I will go back and take a rest first."
He looked depressed and walked away holding his stomach.
Ito Hui rushed over to help him, and the brother and sister returned to the director's room. The other people in the troupe also dispersed and began to busy themselves with their own work.
Conan didn't walk far. He saw Ito Tamonsuke in pain and got angry. "No matter how much of a conflict of opinion there is, you can't hit someone. What's wrong with this crew? And that script..."
Although the screenwriter and Ito Tamonsuke are both a bit of a riddle person, but now, after eavesdropping on so many conversations, Conan finally understood the general situation.
"It seems that Ito Tamonsuke wanted to change the script, but the screenwriter disagreed." He couldn't help but whispered to Jiang Xia, "'Facts are facts, drama is drama'. Could it be that before and after the modification, there was a script adapted from a certain event, and the other party wanted to modify it into a story?"
Before Jiang Xia could say anything, Kinoshita Yoko was already holding the camera, nodding with lingering fear: "Maybe there are some hidden secrets behind this story, such as 'tragedy a year ago', 'tragedy three years ago', 'tragedy ten years ago', etc."
Jiang Xia: “…”
…I always feel that this star is getting closer to the truth behind the world.
Stop it, you know too much.
(End of this chapter)
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