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Chapter 1971 1971 [The Boss’s Script]

 When the ghosts were worried about how to speak human words, suddenly, a person came next to them: "I'll buy it."

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Several people were startled, turned around, and were surprised to find an acquaintance in front of them, Mao Lilan: "Mr. Hashimoto? Why are you here?"

Maya Hashimoto: "..." Of course I followed Jiang Xia.

...Well, I didn’t follow him specifically. It’s just that when he left the safe house yesterday, he left in a hurry and didn’t take many things with him.

At that time, Maya Hashimoto's mood was like running for his life, and he had no intention of going back to get something missing. But now that the life-and-death crisis was temporarily resolved, the inconvenience of missing something suddenly became highlighted... so he came back again.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the not-so-safe safe house, he was just about to pack his luggage when he saw Jiang Xia and the others leisurely passing downstairs from the window.

Maya Hashimoto hid behind the curtain in a flash, instinctively wanting to stay away.

But soon, thinking of the new task that Uzo had just given yesterday, Maya Hashimoto's obedience, which had been his confidant for many years, changed. He didn't even bother to bring his things with him, so he turned around and followed.

Although he gave up and thought about paddling a little bit on the way: but then he thought about it, Wu Zuo just asked him to get close to Jiang Xia yesterday, and today they had the chance to meet by chance - what a coincidence. Who can guarantee it?

Isn't this the novice gift package Uzo gave him?

Your boss mercifully gave you an opportunity, but you just pretended not to see it and turned around and ran away. In other workplaces, your boss might only put on some shoes and make some sarcastic comments, but here at Uzuo...

So in the end, although she was extremely reluctant, Maya Hashimoto walked downstairs very firmly.



At any rate, thanks to his specially trained tracking skills, coupled with the fact that it was night and the surrounding environment was complicated, Maya Hashimoto actually followed him to the convenience store smoothly, and then found a perfect opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"Sure enough, everything was arranged by Uzo." Maya Hashimoto was secretly glad in her heart, "If I had chosen to slip away or paddle just now, there might be a murder case waiting for me on the road now..."

No matter what he was thinking secretly in his heart, Maya Hashimoto was always very enthusiastic. Like a familiar foreigner, he took the wine from Mao Lilan's hand, quickly confirmed the payment, and soon used the method he used to inquire about information.

Commonly used methods were used to blend into this small wine buying team.

Jiang Xia didn't expect Maya Hashimoto to be nearby. He was a little confused: "When he saw me just now, why didn't he risk murder?"

Miyano Akemi had been in the workplace for a while, and she had some understanding: Changing jobs requires a certain amount of time to adapt.

——They are working for the master of the psychic, and Maya Hashimoto is also working for the master of the psychic. Rounding them up, they are colleagues. The ghosts' already high tolerance for this bucket of iced black tea has been slightly increased.

Mao Lilan didn't think too much. She had encountered each other one after another in various cases before, especially in the recent case, Maya Hashimoto was attacked again and framed as a suspect. She felt some sympathy for this unlucky foreign guest.

, also has a very good attitude: "Thank you very much this time."

Conan looked at him suspiciously: "It's so late, why is Uncle Hashimoto here?"

Maya Hashimoto was not guilty at all and shook the key in her hand: "I have been living here recently."

Conan: "Speaking of which, no matter where we go recently, whether it's a remote desert island or Hokkaido, we meet you. What a coincidence."

"Who says it's not the case?" Maya Hashimoto murmured in her heart with bitterness, "Maybe it's because I'm unlucky - well, I mean, because I'm unlucky, I can't live in any place for long. I didn't say you are the god of bad luck.

the meaning of."

Conan: "..." You might as well not say the last sentence.

But having said that, it is true that before meeting Maya Hashimoto, they also encountered various murder cases every day...

He was shaken for a moment.

But he soon became determined again: he remembered the behavior of "Mr. Edward" who disguised himself to sneak into the concert in London before, as well as some other suspicious behaviors - and that Edward was obviously not the same as the man in front of him who once called himself "George"

Maya Hashimoto knows each other, there is definitely something wrong with these two people.

With this in mind, while Maya Hashimoto was chatting with Mao Lilan, Conan pulled Jiang Xia a few steps behind and asked him quietly: "What do you think of Maya Hashimoto?"

Jiang Xia seemed to be distracted. When he heard this question, he subconsciously replied: "It's very refreshing."

Conan: "Huh?"

Jiang Xia came back to his senses: "What I mean is that his character is not discouraged even after encountering so many setbacks. It seems that there is no haze in his heart, and his mood returns to normal so quickly - this is worth learning from."

Conan: "..." Really? Not really. On the way back from his colleagues in Hokkaido, Mr. Hashimoto clearly looked like he was about to ascend to heaven, with no desire to live.

But looking at it now, Maya Hashimoto's mood is indeed very different from before, and she seems to have adjusted.

This new discovery made Conan couldn't help but touch his chin: it was even more suspicious.

And by careful comparison, you can find that it's not just a temporary emotion, Maya Hashimoto's desire for survival and enthusiasm for life have also returned, and she also gives others a faint aura of a king.

CONAN: Something is wrong, very wrong.

In the past few days, what happened to this suspicious British-Japanese mixed-race person?



The four of them walked back along the way they came, carrying their newly acquired beers.

Soon they passed by the area with dim street lights. When they passed the broken street light, several people's eyes moved and they looked downstairs.

I saw a young man standing there. The man held a cigarette in his hand, his face was impatient, and there were a few cigarette butts at his feet, as if he was waiting for someone.

At this moment, a drunkard opened the window diagonally above the building, humming loudly, and walked to the balcony.

There seemed to be a few people having dinner and drinking in that room. The drunkard's friend heard his unpleasant singing and quickly ran to the balcony and dragged the drunkard back: "Don't be embarrassed, wake up at the bar!"

Soon the windows closed and the singing and the drunken men disappeared.

In big cities at night, drunkards are inevitable everywhere. You can find them in every commercial street open late at night, and although there are few in residential buildings, they are not absent.

Mao Lilan looked at this funny scene and felt a little amused.

There was a layer of cold sweat behind Maya Hashimoto.

The four of them thought about their own things and walked through the darkest area without stopping. Conan immediately noticed something strange about Maya Hashimoto. He pushed up his glasses and pinched the child's voice: "Uncle Hashimoto, what are you doing?

Already?"

Maya Hashimoto looked as usual: "I was thinking that I have a friend who also likes to drink."

Mao Lilan smiled and said: "My dad too."

Maya Hashimoto smiled as if he was chatting about home affairs, but the goosebumps on his arms that were covered by clothes could not be wiped away.

Broken street lights, men standing on the street smoking, drunks suddenly appearing upstairs late at night... all of them are common sights in life.

But when these were all put together, Hashimoto Maya couldn't help but flash Uzo's face in his mind - just last night, right here, that terrible guy smiled at him and said, "Don't disturb me."

The actors practice hard”.

…what to practice? What practice?

The same scene, viewed with different mentality of watching a daily movie and a horror movie, will read completely different contents.

The indescribable contrast between the extremely ordinary daily life and the blood hidden behind it made Maya Hashimoto's hair stand on end for a moment.

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