Conan is not as sensitive to organizational auras as Haibara Ai. He is more curious about another thing than the movement in the corridor.
No one else seemed to dare mention the arrogant real estate agent, so Conan looked at the only projectionist who had just criticized him: "Does that person come to this cinema often?"
"Yes." The projectionist also looked very upset, "He comes every day these days. And every time he comes, there are gangsters fighting in the theater."
When Masaji Harada entered the screening room, the saleswoman quietly appeared again. She said angrily: "The timing is too coincidental. Those people must have been hired by him. He wants to use this method to force us to stop business!"
The old curator seemed to be the most resigned among the three cinema members. He said helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't say anything without evidence, lest he turn around and accuse us of false accusations."
"Evidence..." The saleswoman suddenly remembered something and her eyes fell on Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia: "?"
The saleswoman looked him up and down, her eyes brightening: "I remember you seem to be a very famous detective, can you..."
"The theater will close down tomorrow, and that guy didn't hire any gangsters to come over today. Even if the detectives wanted to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find anything. It's just a waste of money." A voice came from behind, interrupting her commission.
The restless college student in the theater came over. He took a digital camera and took a few photos of the theater, then secretly glanced at Jiang Xia.
Although he quickly looked away, the male college student was still curious: How did this high school student control five naughty kids by himself? How could a private detective be so versatile? There was nothing special about it.
ah.
When Toshiyuki Ide was quietly looking at Jiang Xia, the curator was also looking at him.
The old man sighed to the salesperson in a low voice: "Mr. Ide is here today too."
The staff of the theater all knew this college student. The saleswoman nodded and asked for instructions: "He said today is the last day and he wanted to take some photos in the theater as a souvenir, so I agreed... like this
Are you ok."
Photography is generally not allowed in movie theaters.
But it was the last day anyway. The director smiled kindly and said: "Let him do whatever he likes. I remember that he likes this kind of special effects movies the most. He has been coming here often since he was a child. He is almost like the son of this cinema."
As he said that, the old curator thought of something and looked at his watch: "It's dinner time."
"!" The saleswoman was surprised, "I forgot to order today's work meal for everyone."
Old curator: "..."
...Oh, forget it, it’s the last day anyway, let’s just make do with it.
The projectionist also came to look for food, and sighed after hearing this: "You can't leave during the ticket sale period, so just wait until the next show starts to buy. Anyway, there are no customers now. If someone really wants to go on the way,
When you go out to buy snacks, ask the lady at the ticket office for a favor. It’s the last day anyway, so they shouldn’t mind.”
Huihara Ai: "..." The atmosphere of this cinema is pretty bad.
But it’s true, it’s the last day anyway, so just get over it. And...
She raised her head and glanced at Jiang Xia. She saw that Jiang Xia was drinking coffee and eating popcorn. She seemed to be in a good mood, so she looked away and stopped thinking about it: Anyway, the purpose of going out today has been achieved.
…
Not long after, the second part of the series started airing. Jiang Xia and the others returned to the screening room and watched the movie.
Slightly further back, second row from the bottom.
A couple were leaning against each other, arms around each other, and the man said proudly: "I remember this one! Later on, the monster will lay eggs inside Gomera."
The woman glanced at him. Although she was annoyed that someone was spoiling the movie right after it started, she also knew that her boyfriend wanted to show off his awesomeness, so she could only cooperate and scream in a low voice: "Oh, it's so disgusting."
In the row behind the two of them, Masaji Harita was sitting there, staring gloomily at the annoying couple.
Things have not been going well for him recently - in fact, he usually has a small hobby, which is to occasionally go to the casino to gamble. Unfortunately, he has been a little drunk recently, and when he came back to his senses, he already owed a large amount of gambling debt.
He had to work harder, drive away the audience by finding faults, causing trouble, and drive down the price of the cinema. He wanted to sell it as soon as possible and get a large intermediary fee. But even so, it was still not enough to pay off the debt.
Gambling debts.
If we squeeze all the money out of the company, we might be able to scrape together enough, but then the company might face bankruptcy.
What's even more annoying is that not long ago, he asked the buyer of the movie theater to facilitate the deal as soon as possible. However, the buyer was evasive in every possible way. When he asked, he found out that there was something wrong with the other party's capital chain, and he was still short of 1 million.
Only in this way can we raise the funds to purchase this cinema. So until now, the two parties have not even signed the sales contract - no wonder the buyer is so talkative and is willing to use the "thirtieth anniversary" as an excuse to cooperate with the cinema's delay.
Transaction time.
"A shabby theater with few viewers still dares to charge such a high price. If it could be another 1 million cheaper, would I be as worried as I am now?"
The more Masaji Haruta thought about it, the angrier he became. He stared at the couple in front of him: He was already making trouble for others, yet there was still an unsighted audience who dared to come here. He simply didn't take him seriously.
Seeing that the young couple was still squirming, he kicked the other person on the back of the chair.
"Ah!" The lovers let out a short exclamation. They turned around in shock and saw a vicious-looking guy with "not a good person" written all over his face sitting in the back row with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth.
He gave them a cigarette and gave them a malicious smile.
The man in the couple dared to be angry but dared not speak, but felt that not speaking would appear too cowardly, so he could only hold back one sentence: "What are you doing?!"
"Me? I'm Gomera." Haruda Masaji sneered and came closer, blowing a puff of smoke in their faces.
The lovers were startled and ran out of the cinema on the ground.
Seeing them fleeing, Zhang Tianzhengji snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair again.
But the short-term happiness gained from bullying ordinary citizens is obviously not comparable to the pressure of carrying huge gambling debts.
He was anxious for a moment and suddenly remembered something.
"Someone actually wants to buy that piece of land in the sea from me. I'm afraid I'm not amusing myself. Someone will want that damn place? And even if the deal is done, I won't get much commission."
Zhang Tianzhengji rolled his eyes: "But I can't say for sure - the guy who bought the land is actually more persistent than I thought. If he really comes to the door, why don't I try to give him a hard blow?"
