Corpse collector in Conan

The producer patted this and patted that, sincerely trying to persuade the actor and the screenwriter to stop fighting: "Don't ruin the relationship over such a small matter."

The screenwriter gave him face and stopped talking.

The actor took another gulp of wine, then turned his gun and looked at him: "You're pretending to be a good guy. Don't think I don't know that you only have money on your mind. I've heard that you secretly embezzled a lot of production funds. No wonder the props are always shoddy and the supporting roles are all ugly. Now that the popularity of the TV series has declined, you are also responsible!"

"Don't say that!" The producer saw a bunch of people at the table and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly explained, "My colleagues made up a rumor because they were jealous of me. How could you believe it?"

The actor burped and said confidently: "If you dare to do it, why shouldn't I believe it?"

"Sunaoka." Seeing the producer's ugly face, the female manager interrupted him quickly, "You've drunk too much. Go back and have a rest first."

"I won't!" The actor drunkenly waved her away and put his hand on Jiang Xia. "It's rare to meet a real detective. I have to learn from him."

As he was talking, he suddenly laughed triumphantly, turned to the female agent and said, "You always like to order me around with a condescending attitude. I just don't bother to argue with you because you have a lot of resources at your disposal. However, you can only show off your power now."

The female agent was startled: "What do you mean?"

The actor laughed and raised his glass high: "A big company paid a lot of money to recruit me and asked me to switch to them! Just wait, my career will soon reach a new level!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The female manager didn't expect him to talk about this in front of a group of ordinary people. "Haven't we already talked about this a long time ago? Stop talking and go back to rest!"

Knowing that verbal dissuasion was useless, she stepped forward, pulled the man up, and helped the drunken artist walk towards the room.

The actor staggered to his feet, but his mouth was not idle. He said to the female agent in a triumphant tone:

"My cash cow will soon be planted in another pot. By then, I'm afraid you won't be able to continue working in your original company. Haha, you always boast about being a beautiful celebrity agent. Are you regretting not respecting me more now?"

"You..." The female agent wanted to cover Jiang Xia's ears to stop him from listening to this. However, if she really did that, wouldn't it prove that Sunaoka Kazuyoshi was right?

She could only grit her teeth and bear it, maintaining the image of a good agent. She smiled apologetically and gently at the others at the table, then quickly left with the male actor.

The producer was stunned by the news. When he saw the cash cow leave, he quickly got up and chased after him: "Wait, what do you mean by job hopping? You can't leave!"

The three men pushed open the door, walked past Calvados who was almost hit on the nose, and walked away in a mess.

Mao Lilan held the autograph book with the ink still wet, looked at the name on it, and felt quite regretful: "Although this TV series always advertises that 'the male lead and the main character have the same personality', when I actually watched it...it turns out that reality is very different from the TV series."

Vermouth drank red wine, looked at the different expressions of the people at the table, and sighed silently: Angel probably would not have thought that what she was holding in her hand would be the last and out-of-print signature left by this actor.

——Yes, out of print.

Although she didn't get any news in advance, she had roughly guessed who the deceased was based on the habits she had developed from the cases at the Passersby Mutual Aid Association.

"Speaking of a mutual aid group for passersby, I really want to start one, but..."

Thinking of the Calvados nearby, Vermouth chewed some French fries and silently gave up the idea.

"He may be of some use in the capture of Shirley. In order to prevent my intentions from being revealed, the lower the presence of Calvados, the better during this period of time."

"in addition……"

Vermouth thought about the electronic silver coins in the collection cabinet and suddenly realized something that didn't make sense.

"In the case last night, let alone the camera, I felt Uzodo looked at me several times just by recording the audio with my phone as if nothing had happened."

“To live stream his case in front of Uzo, beside him… shouldn’t there be some gains from taking such a big risk?”

In the past, Vermouth didn’t care much about such intangible things, and it didn’t matter if there were a few more or a few less.

But recently, as she began to take the initiative to inquire about Uzo's movements and whereabouts, this virtual item that could be used to exchange for information actually seemed to have some use.

Add to that the rather exquisite designs and curious themes... I'm just sitting around doing nothing, and although these little things aren't really necessary currency, who would complain about having too little?

“Since this is a mutual aid association centered on exchanging information related to Uzo, then all information related to Uzo should be valuable.

"Especially for a case that is currently happening, and a bloody stage that is in progress - that is, the person who first discovered the case and synchronized it to the Passersby Mutual Aid Association should receive some rewards, which is reasonable."

"As an unlucky guy who always runs into Uzo, I've been synchronizing cases with him a lot. I didn't tell anyone, and Vodka didn't even mention it... Haha, it's a good opportunity for me to go on strike to show my protest. This way, when the case is reported in the news, I can explain why I refused to synchronize the case this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that since the establishment of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association, it seemed that no one had really helped his colleagues in this way, and his back, which had straightened up, suddenly bent again.

"Forget it. I made the Little Black Coins anyway, so I can get as many as you want. And that guy from Curacao has too many crooked ways. If I don't expand the channels for obtaining Little Black Coins, I'm really afraid that one day she'll come to my house with a knife, put a knife to my neck, and ask me to give her all the Little Black Coins..."

Thinking of this, Vodka finished the rest of the lunch box in a few gulps.

Then he reluctantly edited a new announcement and posted it in the rules of the Passersby Mutual Aid Association.

——Of course, it is impossible to make up for cases that have already happened in the past, otherwise it will only lead to a sharp increase in the number of small Wu coins in a short period of time, reducing the enthusiasm of some members.