In her opinion, this "red-bearded Santa Claus" sounded like a walking horror story. Although they had heard some from Wenyue Hualien before, but now that the news was confirmed again, it was still
People can't help but be shocked.
The clown nodded: "There are rumors outside that he died suddenly, but in fact there was an injection needle on his wrist - he died of drug poisoning. The door was locked at the time, and there were no signs of struggle at the injection port, so the police
The case was closed as suicide.”
"Counting the days, by Christmas Eve the day after tomorrow, the ten-year lease of Room 315 by the 'red-bearded Santa Claus' will be completely over."
The clown couldn't help but clasped his hands and prayed: "I always feel that that guy's soul may have been lingering in Room 315. Only by surviving his renting days and waiting for his soul to leave can we be truly safe."
…
On the way back, Jiang Xia looked at Maya Hashimoto and walked over to chat naturally: "How about it, are you scared to live in that kind of haunted house?"
Maya Hashimoto didn't expect this detective to care about her: "It's okay."
After a pause, he decided to quietly reveal his speculation to Jiang Xia - the detective and Wu Zuo forces are always hostile. The stronger one is, the easier it is for the other to be constrained.
"That 'red-bearded Santa Claus' is probably a drug dealer." Maya Hashimoto lowered her voice, "Not to mention the pinholes on the hands, the color of this room is probably also the sequelae of drug addiction-some people are addicted to drugs.
People will become extremely obsessed with a certain color. If you want to investigate, you can try this direction."
Jiang Xia glanced at him and nodded thoughtfully: "You know quite a lot."
Maya Hashimoto imitated Saburo Inozuka and showed a simple and honest smile: "When I helped other doctors before, I came into contact with similar patients."
Jiang Xia said firmly: "You are really suitable to be a detective. If you want to develop in this direction one day, you must come to me."
Maya Hashimoto nodded perfunctorily.
Behind him, two lawless gangsters tried their best to suppress their laughter: "..." Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Members of the organization went to help the detective? It sounds quite darkly humorous. If Maya Hashimoto really went, the faces of other people in the organization would probably be funny.
…
To two high school girls, tonight's story of "Santa Claus with a Red Beard" was as scary as a ghost story.
But for the members of the three organizations, they slept much more peacefully: a mere drug dealer will be a dead drug dealer even if he dies, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Moreover, the mystery of the "Red Room" that worries them the most has been successfully solved - it is just a little trick created by a guy who took drugs and had a mental problem, so it is not something to be afraid of.
…
So the next day, while having breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, the expressions of the two groups of people were in stark contrast.
Lingmu Yuanzi and Mao Lilan yawned loudly, glanced to the side with dark circles under their eyes, and couldn't help but turned back and muttered to Jiang Xia:
"Mr. Hashimoto's heart must be too strong. I was worried about the souls of the dead floating over in the nearby rooms, but they were sleeping on the bed where the 'red-bearded Santa Claus' died, but they were all so full of energy."
Jiang Xia was still regretting that the "red-bearded Santa Claus" did not leave a ghost fetus that matched his legend. He was inevitably a little absent-minded while chatting: "There are three people in the bed. I'm afraid they can't sleep. Someone must have slept on the sofa as well."
and floor.”
Suzuki Sonoko: "..."
...that's not the point!
However, upon closer inspection, Jiang Xia seemed to have also not slept well, and was probably thinking about this complicated case. So the two Mihua classmates thoughtfully said nothing, and just silently dragged Jiang Xia over a plate of fried eggs, asking him to have a good meal.
think.
Jiang Xia indeed plans to start collecting clues to speed up the process of solving the case.
He inserted an egg roll and turned to look around. His eyes quickly fell on the next table - Wenyue Hualien happened to be sitting next to them.
Suzuki Sonoko then followed his line of sight and saw Fumizuki Karin sitting alone.
"Miss Hualien? Why do you look worse than me?" Suzuki Sonoko was surprised. She thought about it and felt that she understood something:
"Oh, are you worried about the development of the Avrodia Troupe? - Don't worry, although your troupe leader and script writer are dead, aren't you still here? You are already like this at a young age
If you are famous, it will not take long for you to grow into the mainstay of the troupe.
"To be honest, we have a classmate who is several years younger than you. The scriptwriter and accountant in his theater troupe just died, and a senior martial arts instructor was arrested and imprisoned. He himself was seriously injured.
Half of the troupe is gone, but he is still strong and shouldering the heavy responsibility now, and the troupe’s development is no worse than before!”
Maya Hashimoto, who was eavesdropping from a distance: "..."
...How many theater troupes has this woman helped Uzo to harm? And they seem to be killing the scriptwriters hard.
Huh? In other words, if I hide in a university that offers a major in screenwriting, I should be able to hide for a long time.
When the members of the organization are plotting against the innocent script writer Xiao Miao.
On the other side, Wenyue Hualien was dumbfounded when she heard: "..." There is actually a theater troupe that is worse off than theirs?
...No, this doesn't seem to be what she was worried about just now.
Wenyue Hualien lost her train of thought, and after a while she came back to her senses. She sighed and shook her head: "That classmate of yours must be very brave and very responsible. Unfortunately, I am different from him - I plan to give up being an actor."
Saburo Inozuka, who was quietly listening in the corner: "?!"
……No!!
Wenyue Hualien didn't hear the heartbroken voices of fans in the distance. She put down her spoon, lowered her head and said, "I'm not good at showing up in front of people. I joined this troupe and became an actor because of a person who is very important to me.
A very important person, but that person has been worn away by time and is beyond recognition."
Jiang Xia was listening to her story. When she heard this, she suddenly felt something.
He glanced into the distance from the corner of his eye and realized that Inozuka Saburo seemed to think that the "important person" was a love rival. At this time, the strong man in black was holding a fork, and there was a very low-end, high-end murderous aura about him.
Jiang Xia: "..." Alas, this plain water has a barren taste with a little bit of sugar added, but it is still far from the original version.
While feeling regretful, he did not forget to be a good listener and asked at the right time: "That person?"
Wenyue Hualien was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Actually, I was an orphan when I was a child. Teacher Bandai took me home. Since then, I have always treated her as my mother."
