A group of people chased Conan backstage in confusion, and saw the first-grade elementary school student going straight to the screenwriter's room and starting to knock on the door.
There was still no response from the door, so after knocking twice, Conan's actions turned into smashing the door.
"Conan?" Mao Lilan ran over quickly and caught the child who was knocking on other people's doors. "What are you doing?"
Conan originally wanted to take advantage of the chaos to open the door, but his arms were too short and he couldn't reach it.
Just when he saw Jiang Xia coming over with the actors, Conan's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior: "Open the door quickly, there is no reply from the screenwriter, something may have happened!"
Jiang Xia tried to turn the doorknob, but the door was unlocked and was pushed open smoothly.
Several actors saw them tinkering with the screenwriter's room door and quickly ran over to stop them, fearing that the guests would be scolded.
However, when they arrived at the door, they saw clearly what was going on in the room before they could stop Jiang Xia. Shirai Yuri let out a terrified scream of "Ah!" - the screenwriter fell to the table and lay motionless on the ground, next to his head.
There were some small pieces of porcelain scattered around, and a broken vase rolled down, making it look like a murder scene.
"Don't come in."
Jiang Xia originally thought that he needed to act like a detective and stop the other members of the troupe to prevent them from rushing in and destroying the scene.
But soon, he discovered that this was completely unnecessary - no one wanted to come in and care about the editor's situation.
Mao Lilan and the others have not come to their senses yet, and the members of the troupe have not come to their senses, and they do not seem to have a deep relationship with the screenwriter. Their first reaction when they saw this situation was to freeze on the spot, with no intention of entering.
Jiang Xia silently put down her hand and reprimanded in her heart: "..." Really, can't we act without feelings? If this continues, you will all become suspects.
He walked into the room alone and went to the screenwriter to investigate.
Then, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, he shook his head regretfully: "He has been dead for a while. There was a blow to the back of his head, probably from the vase next to him."
Kinoshita Yoko hesitated and said: "Then I will help you to report..."
"Hello? Police?" Before she could finish speaking, Mao Lilan's nervous but skillful voice came from the side - this high school girl seemed to be afraid of corpses and panicked, but she dialed the number so fast
No one reacted.
Kinoshita Yoko was stunned: "..." Is this the strength of Jiang Xia's friend? Hiss, it seems that he still has a long way to go in terms of detective work.
Yoko Kinoshita was frightened by the occurrence of murders, but at the same time she was driven by her professionalism and thought about perfecting the character design for her next drama.
Conan took advantage of Mao Lilan's phone call, broke away from her hand, and wanted to sneak into the scene to take a look.
But just as he took a step forward, a pair of small hands grabbed him accurately.
Yi Donghui looked serious: "I heard that you can't enter the crime scene casually. Don't cause trouble to brother Jiang Xia and the police uncle!"
Conan was forced to stop: "..." How on earth did this little girl discover his movements? This is unscientific!
He couldn't run away, so he had to turn his head to look at Ito Hui speechlessly, trying to tell her to let go with his eyes.
However, when he turned around, Conan unexpectedly discovered something.
——Ito Tamanosuke looked extremely nervous. He was breathing rapidly and unconsciously covering his mouth with his hand. His expression was very ugly, and he wanted to use more force to cover up what he wanted to say.
Conan was startled and thought: "...Is this classmate so timid?"
But then, he felt that Tamanosuke Ito's expression didn't look like fear, but rather a more complicated emotion.
Before he could analyze the thoughts of this new classmate, Ito Tamanosuke gritted his teeth and suddenly rushed into the scene. He half-knelt down next to the screenwriter and nervously checked the condition of the body.
Jiang Xia raised his head and glanced at him without stopping him.
Ito Tamanosuke seemed to be completely indifferent to other people's eyes at this time.
He found that the person was really dead, and his face was blank. He was silent for a moment in front of the body, and then suddenly turned around to look at the table beside him.
Ito Tamanosuke's eyes glanced around the desktop, as if he was looking for something. But obviously, he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he pressed the button on the side of the laptop again, picked up the computer and checked what was underneath it.
There was nothing pressed down, and he even wanted to turn over the body to check... After this operation, he still found nothing.
His movements were too conspicuous. Jiang Xia looked at this new classmate and felt that he would have gone too far if he didn't stop him: "What are you looking for?"
Tamanosuke Ito stopped moving in a daze, his face as pale as if he had seen a ghost: "No, it's nothing."
He didn't say anything, but at the door, Conan suddenly remembered something - the disk with the script!
The screenwriter had printed out the script and put the disk away. Ito Tamanosuke just pressed the button on the laptop, probably looking for it. But there was no disk at the scene... Was the disk taken away by the murderer?
Conan: "..." This is obviously a key clue, but why didn't Tamanosuke Ito tell it? Is there anything to hide? Is there another mystery behind the script?
It's a script again! It's like the enemy is jumping in front of him with a flag, but he desperately grabs it, only to find that it is just a phantom. The opponent is hiding behind the scenes and watching all this in a jest, leaving him alone to fight with the air.
…
Conan was thinking about it and couldn't help but punched the wall next to him.
Then his movements suddenly stopped.
After a moment, Conan silently withdrew his hand. He looked left and right, and when no one was looking at him, he blew into his fist twice: ...It hurts. Why is the wall of this theater so hard?
…
After calling the police, the siren was heard not long after, and the police department hurriedly arrived.
The program team also received the information and rushed there with Rumble. The camera Kinoshita Yoko brought today was a normal version and did not have a live broadcast function. They originally wanted to cut a short section of what they captured today and insert it into the program, but they made a mistake.
At that time, another case happened.
"You are so...!" The director patted Jiang Xia's shoulder excitedly, as if he wanted to say something, but remembering that what happened was a murder after all, and the scene was not suitable for exuding too positive emotions, he finally swallowed those words of praise.
go back.
Jiang Xia felt a little hurt from being filmed by him, so she left the overly excited director and ran to find the familiar Mumu Police Department.
The dark circles under Mu Mu's eyes have not gone away, but he still cheered up and faced this unexpected case.
He flipped through the information brought by his subordinates: "The deceased was the editor of this theater group, 35-year-old Tetsuo Chiashi. The death time was about an hour ago - so what were you doing an hour ago?"
He looked at the troupe members gathered in front of him.