Chapter 2308 2320 [No Survivors]
Vodka outside the window was even imagining some thrilling blockbusters, while inside the house, the children's childish puppet show was still going on.
"No, no." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya picked up on Conan again, and he criticized Conan, "The role you play is a powerful detective, you should be more dignified and stylish! - You follow Jiang Xia brother every day, you should know what a detective looks like."
Conan: "..." You are the follower... Come to think of it, these kids have a deep resentment towards him. Didn't they just trick you into playing with Jiang Xia a few times? They really hold a grudge.
While he was muttering to himself, suddenly Yuangu Mitsuhiko turned his head and looked at the only adult in the room in a very servile manner: "Right, Mr. Kaibu?"
This is Kaibe Shigeru, who is in charge of the children's training this time - a young man who has just graduated and is versatile. His family is very close to that of Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya, and the two families have some friendship, so Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya consciously regards himself as the leader of the children in this training, and feels that it is his responsibility to assist Kaibe Shigeru and manage this group of little brats of the same age as him.
After hearing what Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko said, Kaibu Shigeru came back to his senses, waved his hands and said with a smile: "I am not a 'teacher'. I am only slightly more experienced in drama than you."
After being humble, he looked at Conan again: "But there is some truth in what Mitsuhiko said. You should read it again."
Conan had no choice but to act like a serious detective, waving the mouse puppet in his hand and repeating: "I think the murderer must be among us!" - There should be nothing wrong with his tone this time, he is a professional in detective work!
Just as the thought came to his mind, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "The tone is okay, but the movements of the puppet in your hand are too stiff. I have to find a way to strengthen it. Sigh, I didn't expect that you are good in other aspects, but you are so untalented in acting."
Conan: "......#" Nonsense, my acting is not good? My mother is Yukiko Kudo, a world-renowned actress! I have learned a lot from her since I was a child!
Vermouth outside the window looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya and nodded thoughtfully: "..." This child's words are not very pleasant, but his observation skills are very good...
Conan's inner murmurs of dissatisfaction did not reach Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's ears - the little bastard had already turned around and started chatting cordially with his neighbor, Mr. Kaibu.
Beside him, Kojima Motota came to his senses belatedly. He rolled up his sleeves and grumbled to his two friends, "What's wrong with Mitsuhiko today? I just want to beat him up for no reason."
Vodka: "..." It's been a minute or two since the little fat guy was scolded, and he just came to his senses? Such a thick nerve, he was actually selected into Uzo's "Rice Flower Guerrilla"...
He first thought that this candidate was not qualified enough, but then he remembered the great loss he had suffered at the hands of this seemingly honest little fat man in the cave not long ago.
Vodka: “…”
Forget it, forget it, Uzo has his reasons for choosing his players.
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Under the vigilant gaze of an organization cadre, the discussion among several innocent children continued.
Yoshida Ayumi knows a lot of inside information: "I heard that Mitsuhiko and Mr. Kaibe got along very well, so Mr. Kaibe helped us write this script."
"He wrote it?" Kojima Genta was startled, flipping through his own script, "But I feel like I've seen this story before."
Conan was refreshed. Talking about mystery novels, he was no longer sleepy: "Of course, this is one of Agatha Christie's masterpieces - eight people from all walks of life who don't know each other are gathered on an isolated island. The mysterious inviter did not show up, and only the butler and servants received them.
"When these ten people entered the restaurant, they found ten small porcelain statues on the table, as well as a bloody and terrible nursery rhyme -
Ten little Indian boys were running for food; one choked to death and there was no way to save him, so only nine were left of the ten.
Nine little Indian boys, after staying awake late at night, were very sleepy; they fell asleep and only eight were left.
Eight Indian boys, going to Devonshire to hunt for curiosities; leaving one there, of the eight only seven remained…"
Conan: "And so it went on until 'An Indian boy, returned alone, hanged himself, and there was no one left.' Ten people died one after another, and each of them died in almost the same way as described in the nursery rhyme. In addition, with each death, there would be one less porcelain statue on the table, and in the end, no one survived."
Mr. Kaibu heard their conversation and scratched his head awkwardly: "Well, our script is indeed adapted from this story. After all, I'm not a professional screenwriter. I'm just here to help the Children's Conference. I can't write a complete script. Well, it's getting late, so let's stop here for today's practice."
He looked at his watch and said, "Everyone has been rehearsing for quite some time. Now let's move around freely and come back here to gather in an hour. By the way, before you leave, remember to put the puppets on the table over there to avoid losing them. The children's conference will start soon. If you lose them now, it will be too late to make up for them."
"Okay!" The children had been very bored with the rehearsal for a long time. Upon hearing this, they immediately put down their puppets and happily dispersed.
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"Although this teacher is a little bit concerned about her reputation, she is good at taking care of children." Suzuki Sonoko looked at the well-behaved children through the window, "This way we don't have to worry anymore - let's go back!"
When Vodka heard the word "go back", his ears twitched and he turned around and walked back silently, fearing that he would point out something unexpected that would prevent him from leaving.
Just now, when he listened to Conan retelling the familiar story, he already had goose bumps all over his body - there was nothing to be afraid of about the detective story that had been passed down for many years. The scary thing was that it was Uzo's minion who told the story, and at the same time, Uzo was nearby.
So now, he just wanted to leave this group of children who exuded ominous power and this house that exuded bad luck as soon as possible.
However, Mao Lilan hesitated and said, "You're leaving now? Now that you're here, don't you need to say hello to them?"
Vodka: "..." How come you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, are still dragging your feet at the critical moment! What's there to greet? Do you know what that greeting may open up?
He objected loudly in his heart, but when he caught a glimpse of Wu Zuo one step away from him, he dared not say a word.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Suzuki Sonoko stood up. She pushed Mao Lilan's shoulder and walked back: "Look how happy the children are getting along with each other. If we go in now, won't it be like asking for special treatment? Let's go, let them play by themselves."
(End of this chapter)
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