Chapter 1896 1904 [What a crappy script] Ask for monthly votes o(〃'▽'〃)o
Another police officer was also disappointed: "Even if they were paparazzi who sneaked in, you should at least take pictures of the actors. Who would take pictures of themselves all the time?"
Izuka Saburo: “…” He actually wanted to take a picture of Miss Hualien, but that old witch wouldn’t let him.
After watching the video, Jiang Xia couldn't help but look at the three temporary workers with different expressions: "Your shooting angle... is very unique."
“…”
Maya Hashimoto reviewed the actions of the three of them from a normal person's perspective, and her leather shoes couldn't help but move.
But no matter how embarrassed he felt, he would lose if he showed it. He said calmly, "After all, this is a well-known theater company. Not long ago, that 'Santa Claus with a red beard' deliberately destroyed the props. We were also worried that we would be accused of vandalism, so when we were recording the video diary, we tried our best to include ourselves in the camera."
This excuse sounds more normal.
In any case, the police's plan to use technology to find the murderer has completely failed, so they have to go back and work overtime according to the normal steps of solving the case.
In this regard, Sato Miwako seemed very skilled. She looked at the crew and followed the routine procedure: "Let's look at the motive first - who among you has a grudge against the deceased?"
Conan suddenly spoke up: "I think before looking for a motive, we should first confirm that this was not a random killing."
"Random killing?" Sato Miwako was stunned. "What do you mean?"
Jiang Xia took the script borrowed from Hashimoto Maya, flipped through it casually, and soon stopped at the scene where everyone gathered to drink.
He understood the problem: "The script only says 'Everyone picks up the wine glass and drinks it all', but it doesn't stipulate who should take which glass of wine, and there is only one glass of poisoned wine on the stage."
The scriptwriter in the troupe was startled when he heard this: "Indeed, because in the setting the old woman is the center of the family, she can drink whatever she wants, so I only wrote that she was the first person to pick up the wine glass and ask for a toast, but I didn't write which glass of wine she drank specifically - if Bandai hadn't picked up the glass of poisoned wine on the stage just now, someone else would have died!"
Suzuki Sonoko rubbed her chin, imitating Jiang Xia's behavior: "This is easy! The direction of the cart is fixed. Just put the cup of poisoned wine as close to her as possible, and she will drink it."
Jiang Xia thought for a moment and said, "Just now on the stage, she was holding the cup in the middle."
Suzuki Sonoko was stunned: "Huh?"
Jiang Xia: "But I remember that during the rehearsal, she also took the wine from the same place. So what you said is correct - as long as you find a way to guide the deceased to take the fixed glass of wine every time, this is not a random killing, but a purposeful murder."
Although she only understood half of what she heard, she seemed to have guessed it right, and Suzuki Sonoko raised her chin proudly.
In the corner where she couldn't see, Hashimoto Maya glanced over here quietly: "..." Sure enough, this woman was trying to guide the direction of the case.
In a corner that Hashimoto Maya didn't see, Conan quietly glanced at Hashimoto Maya's face: "..." This person is so strange, he actually looked at Sonoko with a look of fear and precaution... Are there really criminals who would be wary of a guy like Sonoko? Could he be wrong, Hashimoto Maya is not as complicated as he thought?
It was a chaotic moment with everyone's eyes wandering.
The members of the troupe were also testing each other in fear and doubt.
A group of actors looked at each other, fully demonstrating what it means to speak with eyes: "Did you kill her?" "It wasn't me!" "Then it was you?" "How is that possible! Although I have a grudge against her, my hatred is definitely not as deep as yours!"
“…”
"So why do you doubt us? Shouldn't we go find that 'Red Bearded Santa Claus' first? His signature is clearly written in the blood on the wall that foreshadows the murder!"
After a while of discussion, a member of the group finally spoke to the police bravely. He became more and more excited as he spoke: "It must be that guy who did it. Not only the leader, he wanted to kill all of us! - Was he really dead that year? Maybe he just faked his death and is actually hiding in this hotel, wandering around!"
Jiang Xia thought for a moment and said, "'Red-bearded Santa Claus' refers to the guest who booked room 315 of the hotel but died suddenly in the room a year ago. This kind of death is different from an explosion or fire and is difficult to fake. Why are you so excited all of a sudden? Do you know him?"
When this question came up, the crew suddenly fell strangely silent.
After a while, the playwright in the troupe scratched his head and suddenly spoke. But he did not answer Jiang Xia's question, but just muttered to himself: "Although there is a murder, fortunately the audience does not know about it yet, and the play must continue. I didn't expect that the first person to be killed would be an old woman. It seems that I have to stay up late to revise the script - what a bad start."
Police Inspector Bupo glanced at him and said, "It's already like this, you still plan to continue?"
"Of course." The scriptwriter raised his eyebrows. "The audience has come all the way here, so we can't just not give them an ending. Or do you really want this case to be exposed to the public and widely publicized by the audience?"
“…”
Not sure if the threat worked, after a long silence, Fuwa Narumi snorted coldly: "Okay, then follow your previous schedule and perform on time the day after tomorrow night."
Miwako Sato was stunned: "But what if another murder happens!"
Fuba Mingmei lit a cigarette, exhaled faintly, and swept his sharp eyes over the troupe: "This performance has been under close surveillance by the police since the beginning, so one thing is certain - the murderer must be among these people present.
"But the police are human after all. If the murderer is more skilled than an ordinary person, he may be able to evade police surveillance and go from the audience to the backstage to kill people. Continuing the performance can maximize the retention of the audience, monitor abnormal people among them, and prevent the murderer from escaping in the chaos."
“…”
Although the small gang from Tokyo had witnessed too many serial murders, they were not optimistic about this way of dealing with the case and strongly opposed it.
But as the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake, and Officer Sato is not even a strong dragon - facing this Hokkaido Superintendent, even Inspector Megure would not dare to go up and call her "sister", let alone Sato Miwako, a weak, pitiful and helpless inspector who came here to play during her vacation.
So finally, the show went on.
Jiang Xia and the other group of people who had come into contact with the actors were also kept in the hotel and were not allowed to leave at will.
…
At night, everything is quiet.
A dark figure picked up the phone.
In another room, the playwright was staring at the tampered script, cursing and thinking hard. At this moment, the landline in his room suddenly rang.
(End of this chapter)
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