"Senior Shirley, do you think it would be interesting to give this photo to your sister and tell her that you were killed by me?"

"You bastard, don't use Gin's voice, and this scene is not in the script."

Hui Yuan Ai gritted his teeth and stood up, stepped forward and kicked Liao Wenjie hard in the calf.

The incident happened again, and she groaned, lowered her head and covered her feet in silence.

"Okay, okay, while the other actor isn't here yet, the costume designer, hurry up and do the styling."

The clone closed the trunk, took out two ropes, tied up Conan skillfully and removed all the black technology from him. He looked at Haibara and said mournfully: "Senior Shirley, do you do it yourself, or do I do it?"

You're a passerby, why do you call me that?

Hui Yuan Ai complained in her heart and looked at Liao Wenjie doubtfully: "Let me ask you one last time, you are really not Ginjiu, right?"

"Who knows, maybe the gin you know has been my vest all along." Liao Wenjie smiled gloomily, his silver teeth flashing so hard that Hui Yuan Ai froze in place.

Yes, it is indeed possible.

Is it too late to run now?

"It's too late. I have the final say in the script up to this point. In other words, there has never been a script as you think."
Chapter completed!