Chapter 1749-1756 [Script, another script]
"Mr. Screenwriter?!"
A group of people followed Conan to the backstage in a daze, and saw the first-grade student go straight to the screenwriter's room and start knocking on the door.
There was no response from the door, so after knocking a few times, Conan started to bang on the door.
"Conan?" Mao Lilan ran over and grabbed the child who was knocking on someone's door. "What are you doing?"
Conan wanted to open the door during the chaos, but his arms were too short to reach it.
Just then, Conan saw Jiang Xia coming over with the actors. His eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior: "Open the door quickly, the screenwriter hasn't responded, maybe something went wrong!"
Jiang Xia tried to turn the door handle, but the door was not locked and was pushed open smoothly.
Several actors saw them fiddling with the screenwriter's door and ran over to stop them, fearing that their guests would be scolded.
However, when they reached the door, they saw the situation in the room clearly before they could stop Jiang Xia. Shirai Yuri screamed in fear - the screenwriter fell beside the table, lying on the ground motionless, with some small pieces of porcelain scattered around his head, and a broken vase rolled down, it looked like a murder scene.
"Don't come in."
Jiang Xia originally thought that he needed to act like a detective and stop other members of the troupe to prevent them from rushing in and destroying the scene.
But he soon realized that this was completely unnecessary - no one wanted to come in and care about the editor's situation.
Mao Lilan and the others had not yet come to their senses, and the troupe members, apart from not coming to their senses, did not seem to have any deep feelings for the screenwriter. Their first reaction to seeing this situation was to stand still, with no intention of entering at all.
Jiang Xia silently put down his hands and condemned in his heart: "..." Really, can't you just act without any emotions? If this goes on, you will all become suspects.
He walked into the room alone and checked next to the screenwriter.
Then, under the gaze of countless eyes, he shook his head regretfully: "He has been dead for some time. There is a blow injury on the back of his head, probably from the vase next to him."
Kinoshita Yoko hesitated and said, "Then I will help you report it..."
"Hello? Is this the police?" Before she could finish, the nervous but skilled voice of Mao Lilan came from the side - this high school girl seemed to be very afraid of corpses and was very panicked, but the speed at which she dialed the number was so fast that no one could react.
Kinoshita Yoko was stunned: "..." Is this the strength of Jiang Xia's friend? Hiss, it seems that in the field of detective, I still have a long way to go.
While Yoko Kinoshita was horrified by the occurrence of a murder, she was also driven by her professionalism and was thinking about perfecting her character in her next play.
While Mouri Ran was on the phone, Conan broke free from her hand and tried to sneak into the scene to take a look.
But just as he took a step, a pair of small hands grabbed him accurately.
Ito Hui said seriously: "I heard that you can't just enter the crime scene casually, don't cause trouble for Brother Jiang Xia and the police uncle!"
Conan was forced to stop: "..." How did this little girl discover his movements? This is unscientific!
He couldn't run away, so he could only turn his head silently to look at Ito Megumi, trying to signal her to let go with his eyes.
However, when he turned around, Conan unexpectedly discovered something.
——Ito Tamonsuke looked extremely nervous. He was breathing rapidly and his hands unconsciously covered his mouth. His expression was very ugly, and he was trying hard to cover up what he wanted to say.
Conan was stunned and thought: "...This classmate is so timid?"
But then he felt that Ito Tamonsuke's behavior did not seem like fear, but rather a more complicated emotion.
Before he could analyze the new student's thoughts, Ito Tamonsuke gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed into the scene. He half-knelt beside the screenwriter and nervously checked the condition of the body.
Jiang Xia looked up at him and did not stop him.
At this time, Ito Tamonsuke seemed to be completely oblivious to other people's gazes.
He found that the person was really dead, and his face was blank. He was silent for a moment in front of the body, and suddenly turned to look at the table beside him.
Ito Tamonsuke scanned the tabletop, as if looking for something. But obviously, he didn't find what he was looking for, so he pressed the buttons 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 body to check... After all these operations, he still found nothing.
His movements were too conspicuous. Jiang Xia looked at this new classmate and felt that if he didn't stop him, he would be going too far: "What are you looking for?"
Ito Tamonsuke paused in a daze, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost: "No, nothing."
He didn't say anything, but at the door, Conan suddenly remembered something - the disk containing the script!
The screenwriter had put away the disk after printing the script. Ito Tamonsuke pressed the button on the laptop just now, probably looking for it. But there was no disk at the scene... Was the disk taken away by the murderer?
Conan: "..." This is obviously a key clue, but why didn't Ito Tamanosuke say it? What is there to hide? Is there another mystery behind the script?
It was a script again! It was as if the enemy was holding a flag and jumping in front of him, but when he tried to grab it, he found that it was just an illusion. The enemy was hiding behind the scenes and watching everything playfully, leaving him alone to fight wits and courage with the air...
As Conan was thinking about it, he couldn't help but punched the wall next to him.
Then he suddenly stopped moving.
After a moment, Conan silently withdrew his hand. He looked around, and when no one was looking at him, he blew into his fist twice: ...It hurts, why is the wall of this theater so hard?
…
Not long after calling the police, sirens were heard and Inspector Megure hurried over.
The program crew also received the information and rushed over. The camera that Kinoshita Yoko brought today was a regular version without the live broadcast function. They originally wanted to cut a small clip of what they filmed today and insert it into the program, but they didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, another case would happen.
"You really are...!" The director patted Jiang Xia's shoulder excitedly, as if he wanted to say something, but remembering that it was a murder case after all and the scene was not suitable for emitting too positive emotions, he finally swallowed back those words of praise.
Jiang Xia felt a little pain from being hit by him, so she left the overly excited director and ran to find the familiar Inspector Megure.
The dark circles under Inspector Megure's eyes had not disappeared yet, but he still cheered himself up and dealt with this sudden case.
He flipped through the documents his subordinates brought him. "The deceased is the troupe's editor, 35-year-old Chikashi Tetsuo. He died about an hour ago. So what were you doing an hour ago?"
He looked at the troupe members gathered in front of him.
(End of this chapter)
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