Chapter 1887-1895 [Last Wish Before Death]
Not long after returning to the room, Jiang Xia had just taken out magazines and pajamas from the suitcase when there was a knock on the door.
He opened the door and saw Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko standing at his door.
The two girls looked downstairs from a distance, a little timidly: "We seem to hear the crew arguing, it was very fierce - have they caught the prankster?"
"Really?" Jiang Xia threw away the magazine and said decisively, "Then let's go over and take a look. We have nothing to do anyway, so we might as well start a fight. Unauthorized lynching is not advisable. Even if we really catch the guy, we should act according to the law."
Conan looked at the baton in his pocket: "......?"
The four of them then turned around and walked back.
…
Those who perform in dramas all have some lung capacity. The people in the troupe speak with full energy not only when they are performing, but also when they are talking normally. Their voices echoing in the corridor are quite eye-catching.
As the four people got closer and closer to the room where the quarrel was taking place, even the voice of Wen Yue Hua Lian, who looked weak and fragile, could be clearly heard by everyone.
"…Wait, Ms. Hualian?"
Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko looked at each other and felt something was wrong: Miss Hualien seemed to have such a good temper, why did she suddenly speak in such an angry and hysterical voice?
While they were hesitating, Jiang Xia had already walked past them.
The two men came to their senses and hurried to catch up.
Soon they arrived in front of a spacious room with the door ajar. Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko stopped beside Jiang Xia, and looked through the crack in the door, and were horrified.
——Wen Yue Hua Lian was arguing excitedly with the team leader, her face looking extremely ugly.
Just as everyone arrived at the door, she seemed to be extremely angry. She picked up the prop dagger on the table next to her and rushed towards the leader, growling in anger: "I'm afraid that only by killing you can you truly give me freedom!"
"!!"
Mao Lilan recalled that the leader had just scolded Wen Yue Hua Lian without asking any questions, and then recalled the frequency of encountering murders when traveling with Jiang Xia. Her body reacted before her mind. She pushed open the door and rushed in, hugging Wen Yue Hua Lian around the waist: "Ms. Hua Lian, calm down!"
Suzuki Sonoko also quickly chimed in: "That's right! Even if your leader is an arrogant, self-centered, scary old woman, you can just scold her a few words, why kill her!"
As she spoke she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Jiang Xia, worried that Jiang Xia's not-so-legal hobby would suddenly revive, so she stepped on Wen Yue Hua Lian and gave her a beating in front of everyone.
However, when she turned around, she saw that although Jiang Xia had also walked over, he had no intention of pulling out the baton. The two sides looked at each other, and Jiang Xia pointed at the knife in Wen Yue Hua Lian's hand, as if reminding them of something.
At this moment, a goose-like laughter suddenly came from the side.
The playwright in the troupe moved a stool, sat in the corner of the room, and laughed up to the sky: "We are just rehearsing. The sense of justice of high school students is really funny. Or is it that you have encountered too many cases and there is nothing else in your mind except the cases?"
Halfway through his taunting, he saw the faces of Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko clearly, and suddenly touched his chin. His tone softened and the subject changed: "--Why don't I buy you a couple of drinks when I have time? The cases you encountered may become valuable material for my script."
In the other corner of the room, Maya Hashimoto, who was busy repairing props, paused when she heard this.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” Perhaps 70% to 80% of the cases that Jiang Xia encountered were caused by Uzo.
It would be fine if I wrote a script imitating Uzo's script and no one knew about it, but if it really became a hit and Uzo saw it and became interested in it... then I wouldn't have to write scripts anymore. Instead, I could switch to being an actor and perform a wonderful and compact real drama myself.
But soon, Maya Hashimoto felt that she was thinking too far.
For the troupe, before that, they had to survive this time first - so is Naoko Torimaru in Hokkaido now, is she around this hotel? Is Jiang Xia's "chance encounter" with me again really a chance encounter, or...
While Maya Hashimoto was thinking quickly.
Beside him, Izuka Saburo also stopped moving. He couldn't help but look at where the high school students were, or more precisely, at the hands of Mao Lilan, who was holding Fumizuki Karen tightly.
Then I couldn't help but feel envious.
Izuka Saburo: "..." If I had known this, I would have followed the detectives. That way, I could have rushed over to get closer to the idol under the pretext of breaking up the fight... No, no, no! I can't think like that. That's the abominable behavior of a sasaeng fan.
Now that he was being targeted by "that thing", he might not live long. But even so, he couldn't give up his bottom line as an idol fan! Otherwise, wouldn't his previous passionate career of chasing stars become a joke?
When Izuka Saburo clenched his fists in grief and anger.
Center of the room.
Wen Yue Hua Lian did not notice the strange gaze coming from the corner.
She realized that there was a misunderstanding, smiled awkwardly, then picked up the knife in her hand and showed it to Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko. Fumitsuki Karen pressed her hand on the "sharp" tip of the knife, but the knife not only did not cut her hand, but the blade whooshed back.
——This is a prop retractable knife, it can’t hurt anyone at all.
…
The scriptwriter just tried to chat with Mao Lilan and Suzuki Sonoko, but was ignored by both of them.
He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, but considering that he was a core member of a well-known theater troupe after all, if he insisted on pestering the guests, it would be bad for his reputation.
The scriptwriter had no choice but to clear his throat and waved him away: "Okay, if you have nothing else to do, get out now. We still have to continue rehearsing."
The female leader ignored the intruders. She looked at Wen Yue Hua Lian and said, "Very good. Your acting skills have improved rapidly. Your performance just now contained real hatred. If it weren't for that, people outside wouldn't have misunderstood you."
I don't know if this was just a compliment or if there was some other meaning behind it. Anyway, Wen Yue Hua Lian seemed to take it as a compliment.
She lowered her head shyly: "It's because you taught me well, teacher."
Seeing that the leader seemed to be in a good mood, the scriptwriter also came over to join in the fun: "Indeed, I was originally worried that my script was not expressive enough, but your acting skills helped me make up for it perfectly."
Since they can't do anything to the guests outside, can't they take advantage of the group members?
Thinking of this, he reached out and pinched Wen Yue Hua Lian's shoulders, and leaned close to her ear: "I'm happy for you too!"
In the corner, there was a man staring at the scene, clenching his slightly fat fists, and a murderous aura silently emanated from him.
Jiang Xia glanced over there and didn't smell any special fragrance, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
However, when the ghosts pulled the murderous aura back and brought it to Jiang Xia, the psychic suddenly discovered a problem.
(End of this chapter)
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