Corpse collector in Conan

Chapter 1894 1894 [You also have a scriptwriter? 】Ask for monthly ticket(`)

Maya Hashimoto and the others also went downstairs. Following Jiang Xia's example just now, they poked their heads in from the door, hoping to sneak into the crew. (Due to caching reasons, please visit the COM website directly with your browser to watch the fastest chapter updates)

However, they had just reached out halfway, and the troupe leader's eyes fell on their faces, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Is it you!" An angry Bandai Suzue rolled up his sleeves and approached, "I know all the people in the crew. Even if they have objections to me, they wouldn't have the guts to do such a thing, but you three temporary workers don't It’s the same... Humph, having said that, our troupe has enough manpower, there is no need to hire any temporary workers - what is the purpose of you three sneaking into the troupe!"

Maya Hashimoto was pulled by her collar and shaken vigorously, exuding a few strands of ice tea-scented murderous aura.

Maya Hashimoto has always had excellent self-management skills in this regard. Before the ghosts could catch those murderous spirits and tear them apart, he had immediately restrained his murderous intentions. The intact strands of murderous intent gradually fell off, and the ghosts grabbed hold of them one by one. , Guigui has a share and is very satisfied.

Jiang Xia couldn't help but look over and wanted to reach out and pick it off.

Maya Hashimoto noticed the detective's focused gaze from the corner of her eye, and her murderous intent dropped even faster.

At the same time, he pretended not to see Jiang Xia's movements, and just looked directly at the group leader. At the same time, he tried to maintain his non-existent righteousness, and then defended himself like an innocent citizen:

"Don't be slanderous. Although we are indeed temporary workers, many people can testify that we have only been here ten minutes, and we have no time to mess with so many props - and you see, the blood on the wall has turned brown. , it has been there for an hour or two at least, and we were still in the taxi at that time, and we have the receipt to prove it!"

"Blood?"

Suzuki Sonoko followed Maya Hashimoto's direction in confusion, looked back, and was immediately startled.

She squeezed hard between Jiang Xia and Mao Lilan, looking for a sense of security. At the same time, she grabbed Jiang Xia and showed him what scared her just now: "Wall... look at that wall!"

Jiang Xia looked over and paused for a moment - on the wall behind him, a few lines of darker blood stains appeared at some point. The blood flowed down along the edge of the writing, dragging out a ghastly effect. Those lines of words It was written as a death notice:

[Tonight, at the climax of the play

one of you will die

——Red-bearded Santa Claus]

"Santa Claus with a red beard..."

Conan immediately thought of the room where Maya Hashimoto and the others were just now.

Then he remembered another thing and looked suspiciously at this suspicious guy who had been entangled with them since the plane: "Brother Hashimoto is very familiar with these things. Have you seen a lot of words written in blood?"

"..." Maya Hashimoto didn't expect that after being made trouble by the troupe leader, she would also be made trouble by a primary school student. She burst out with a burst of ice tea and quickly stopped it, "I am very interested in detectives, and have you forgotten? , I study medicine.”

"I see." Of course Conan didn't forget it. He just wanted to try to cheat, but unfortunately he didn't succeed.

The cunning schoolboy detective was immediately disappointed.

At this time, Jiang Xia also looked here, as if he wanted to say something.

Maya Hashimoto, who had just been targeted by two people, suddenly became alert: "..." Again?

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xia said this to the troupe leader: "The water stains formed by the snowflakes on the three of them have not dried yet. They have just arrived not long ago."

Maya Hashimoto: "!"

Finally something is different, this time this person is actually here to help!

Although Hashimoto Maya's heart has been as cold as iron after years of filling cement in the black organization, this kind of kindness that is rare when being targeted by many parties still makes him unable to help but feel a little bit touched: Jiang Xia is really What a good man, if only people all over the world were like him.

...Although Jiang Xia seems to be a little suspicious of him at the moment, at least if they don't say it out loud, they won't make false accusations. Look at the people in these theater troupes and that cunning primary school student. Tsk, people are really different.

Thinking of this, Maya Hashimoto couldn't help but glance at the troupe leader who was shaking him by his collar just now.

I don't know whether she changed her mind after hearing Jiang Xia's words, or whether the bloody words on the wall frightened her. The elderly woman gritted her teeth and stopped talking.

The air was unusually heavy.

At this time, a burst of laughter suddenly floated next to him.

Jiang Xia looked around and saw a middle-aged man with unshaven beard.

This person seems to be the scriptwriter of this troupe. At this time, he was holding a cigarette, raising his hand to touch his chin, and said mysteriously like a detective: "'Santa Claus with a red beard'? He actually used a dead person as his signature. Did the dead gentleman want to Is there a haunting in our troupe?”

Before anyone else could answer the question, the scriptwriter looked at the group leader again and joked: "Unfortunately, there are no ghosts in this world, only people with ulterior motives - so what are you going to do? Do you want to stop the performance just in case?" ?”

"Are you kidding!" the group leader said angrily, "That's playing into the hands of that red-bearded man. We have so many fans and so many enemies. If someone threatens us to stop the show, then we will never be able to stop the show. Stop opening!”

"Don't give in to evil forces." Jiang Xia praised, but seemed a little worried, "But if something happens..."

"What happened?"

A voice came from the door.

Several people looked there and saw that the Hokkaido police officer had heard the news and rushed over.

When the troupe leader saw her, his anger suddenly came out: "Is this how your police protect the troupe?!"

She has always been a tough girl, but this time she encountered an even tougher one.

Fuwa Narumi's alarming voice was no less loud than hers: "We have firmly separated the area where guests and staff are, but something still happened here - rather than blaming me, it's better to reflect on it first. Use your discernment to see if you have accidentally let in a mole who is cheating on you."

Seeing that the leader was silenced by the rebuke, she continued: "The performance continues. But from now on, in addition to the backstage, the dressing room and the stage backstage will also be equipped with police personnel."

The leader came back to his senses and sneered: "Of course I have to continue. It seems that this red beard still doesn't understand me well enough. I am the type that gets more courageous with every setback. Tonight's performance will definitely be a success!"

As she said that, as if to show that she would not give in, she deliberately clapped her hands impassionedly: "Okay, find a few people to repair the props and start the rehearsal immediately!"

…

A group of people went back to their respective places, and the "miscellaneous people" were also driven away by Bupo police.

Jiang Xia nodded to Maya Hashimoto and the others from a distance and returned to the room.

Maya Hashimoto breathed a sigh of relief.

Then his conscience hurt a little: Jiang Xia had helped him several times, but he only regarded this detective as his opponent... Sigh, but this was something he couldn't do to survive. At worst, if he had a chance in the future, he would also help Jiang Xia. busy.