Jiang Xia looked at the figure in a white coat walking away quickly with the murderous aura of apple smell, and sighed as he left the ghost to follow.
——I always feel that Bellmode’s attitude today is not very friendly. Obviously if he met her outside, she would come over to talk to him, and maybe even buy him two drinks.
However, thinking of yesterday's explosion and Mao Lilan in school today, Jiang Xia felt that she understood something.
Belmod's figure disappeared from around the corner. Jiang Xia looked back and focused on the principal at the school gate.
Facing the camera, the principal did not mention the detective's attendance rate at all. He only praised the detective with a kind face, focusing on Jiang Xia's academic performance, in order to imply that his school pays attention to teaching methods and produces talents in large numbers.
far away.
Vodka stared at today's live broadcast and took a vicious bite of the breakfast bread: "..." What a bad principal, he refused to tell the truth. To put it bluntly, this detective didn't attend class at all and was not as good a student as he looked.
, this is difficult!
And the photographer, why do you keep taking pictures of this old man? Go take pictures of Miss Yoko!...Remember to cut off the Uzo next to her.
While his stomach ached at the possibility of Usa's figure appearing in the camera at any time, he couldn't help but want to watch Yoko Kinoshita's show - Ms. Yoko did not often take on live broadcast jobs. Such lively figures who interacted with the audience at all times,
One glance is enough to miss one, it is very precious.
After struggling for a long time, Vodka did not give up watching this program: just think of it as observing Uzo's movements.
Next to him, Gin was rarely sarcastic in the face of his stupid star-chasing behavior. He was currently reading the news about the previous case compiled by the program team.
"A script within a script, controlling two people at the same time, and the person being manipulated still firmly believes that this is a plan that they thought up independently... Oh, the two people's minds are completely synchronized, even the place where the crime was committed and the time when the alibi was created are exactly the same, to this extent
It's a 'coincidence' that only those brainless cops are willing to believe."
Ginjiu snorted coldly, glanced at the details of the case, and came up with his own understanding of the matter: "I don't have enough fun, so I hired two temporary apprentices, taught the same script, and watched the development like a poison.
"The one who died actually inherited a bit of Uzo's style. The winner hurriedly dies with dignity before he dies of illness, the loser is thrown into prison and reviled by thousands of people... That guy went to England, and his gameplay is more fancy than before.
A lot."
Vodka: "..." He thought that in this case, Uzo was simply using those two old friends to instigate relationships with other partners who had known each other for a long time. It turned out that there was another layer behind it... That little Yinbi was really over the top.
It's getting worse.
...Boss too, why don't you transfer that Maya to him quickly? What if Uzo can't find anyone for a long time and goes to harm other people's assistants.
Thinking of this, the live broadcast in front of Vodka suddenly became unsatisfactory.
He silently put down the dry bread and prayed for Uzo sincerely for the first time: hoping that he would get his wish, get a younger brother who could take advantage of him as soon as possible, and stop harming others.
…
On the other side, the live broadcast continued calmly.
To the surprise of most people, perhaps because the pure land of the school has not been polluted by criminals outside, today's filming went very smoothly. Except for a few small puzzles encountered in the middle, which delayed a little time, other places were quickly filmed.
It's over.
The schedule is completed and the shooting comes to an end.
After the program crew left, Jiang Xia remembered the principal's praise in the morning, hesitated for a moment, and finally went to the classroom carrying the lunch box distributed by the program crew.
He decided to finish the half-day class and complete the student's daily work - if a paparazzi squatted at the school gate with nothing to do, and the program had just finished, he turned around and caught him skipping class, things would be a little embarrassing.
.
I originally thought that there would be a strong atmosphere of learning in the classroom.
However, Jiang Xia soon discovered that she didn't know her classmates well enough: everyone's minds were not on the recent exam at all, but were excitedly discussing what kind of drama should be rehearsed for the school play.
Although this kind of on-campus performance was not very formal, there were many public spectators on that day. For normal students who rarely had exposure, it was indeed a heart-warming event.
"Jiangxia?"
As soon as Jiang Xia entered the classroom, Suzuki Sonoko saw him with sharp eyes.
She was about to say something, but she suddenly became alert, covered her mouth, ran to the door, and peeked behind Jiang Xia furtively.
Suzuki Sonoko breathed a sigh of relief when she found that there were no cameras following her and the program crew had gone back.
She finished what she wanted to say: "You actually came to school! There is no exam today. Did you remember the wrong date?"
Jiang Xia: "..." Give me some face and don't speak so bluntly.
However, he was a little confused by the principal's praise just now, but now that he heard Suzuki Sonoko's true words, he quickly found himself again.
"You're all here, come and take a look." Jiang Xia didn't bother to defend himself. He looked at the classmates in the class and said, "It's very lively."
There are a group of 17-year-old minors in the classroom. Except for a specific two or three, others are not often involved in incidents, so Jiang Xia usually unconsciously pays little attention to his classmates.
But after all, he had a good memory, so he still knew most of the people. At this time, Jiang Xia glanced around the classroom and suddenly found that there was a new face in this group of people.
Seeing the man's face clearly, he was slightly startled, and his eyes suddenly stopped.
——This new classmate looks familiar.
Taking a closer look, Jiang Xia understood what looked familiar: he looked a bit like Conan - yes, it was Conan, not Kudo Shinichi. In short, he was Kudo Shinichi's version of a baby face.
As soon as he saw this appearance, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel friendly: "Who is this?"
Suzuki Sonoko followed his line of sight and looked over, said oh, and took the initiative to introduce: "This is Ito Tamanosuke who recently transferred to school. Do you still remember the common traveling theater troupes when you were a child? They were the kind that moved performances across the country, and everyone
An ancient theater troupe that stayed in the place for a month or two - Ito, he is the second-generation director of one of the troupes."
With that said, Suzuki Sonoko picked up a leaflet she had just received from Tamanosuke Ito from her desk and handed it to Jiang Xia to read.
Jiang Xia reached out and took it.
When he lowered his head and scanned it, he saw that the flyer looked like a mini poster. There was a person in ancient costume printed in the center. Judging from his face, it was none other than Ito Tamanosuke's classmate.
In the picture, he is holding a half-meter long Jushou in his hand, as if he is playing a catcher. Next to it are a few simple big characters: Second generation leader, special performance!
