Chapter 17541754【Script and Riddler】

“I’ve finished writing the script a long time ago, I just have to print it out.” The screenwriter took a puff from his pipe and sneered:

“Instead of questioning me, you should ask this guy what he is doing—he actually asked me to rewrite the ending according to his ideas.

"Hmph, a teenage boy dares to teach me how to do things. If a person doesn't know how to respect his predecessors, then he will have difficulty in society. I teach him a lesson for his dead father. Do you have any opinion?"

Yi Donghui ran over to help her brother. When she heard this, her eyes were red with anger: "You are not our father, and you are not worthy to teach your brother a lesson for him! You are far worse than my father, and you...can't even give him a The shoes don’t even match!”

 “Tsk, little thing, where did you learn bad words?” The screenwriter cursed and raised his hand to make Ito Megumi’s brain collapse.

However, as soon as he bent down, there was a "clang-" sound of something popping up in front of him.

The swing stick that Ito Megumi held in her hand suddenly unfolded, and the tip shot out. At a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, it hit the screenwriter's nose with a bang.

The fragile bridge of the nose was hit squarely. The screenwriter screamed and covered his face. He leaned back and fell to the ground with a string of nosebleeds.

Yi Donghui looked at the big man who fell to the ground in shock, and then looked at the magic telescopic stick in his hand: "..." The thing given by Brother Jiang Xia is so useful!

Jiang Xia took her old partner from her hand and pretended to repair it: "Why did it pop open without permission? It looks a bit old. I'll go find the doctor to repair it later."

 “Asshole…” The screenwriter wiped his nosebleed and stood up, looking like he wanted to kick Jiang Xia to vent his anger. But when his eyes fell on the swinging stick, he hesitated and stopped.

 —Who is a serious person who would carry a stick with him?

This kid can't be the little gangster Ito met after coming to Tokyo...Humph, a bunch of little gangsters with no hair at all, only a calm adult wouldn't care about them.

The screenwriter turned around and did not go to the door to look for trouble. Instead, he went back into the room, took out a handkerchief and wiped his nose. He tried his best to maintain the dignity of an adult:

"In short, you'd better figure out who is the real backbone of this little broken troupe - there are a lot of actors who can do somersaults and sing, but without renovating the script, it is impossible for you to deceive the audience's money. Okay. The script is the basis of everything!”

 After saying that, the screenwriter wanted to take a puff of cigarette like a successful person who has seen through the vicissitudes of life, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

However, the fall just now knocked out the little tobacco in his pipe. This cigarette is tasteless when smoked.

The screenwriter clicked his tongue and glanced at the crowd. I originally wanted to instruct the young captain with no eyesight to buy him cigarettes, but when I saw the gangster classmate next to Ito Tamanosuke, the screenwriter finally looked away.

Finally, the screenwriter looked at the oldest actor and said: "Tajima, go buy me a pack of tobacco and come back - you know, I'm very busy and don't have time to go out and hang out. Unlike you, you rarely have any problems after you hurt your waist." After working, I rest every day.”

Tajima Kenzo couldn't help but clenched his fist when he poked a painful spot.

 The faces of the two younger actors darkened when they heard their master being mocked in this way.

There was a murderous aura inside and outside the room. Although it was not a high-end variety, it still made the surrounding air quickly become fresher.

 …

However, in the end, everyone’s anger and murderous intent did not break out.

　　After all, there are many people here, and it is obviously not the first time that the screenwriter has shown this attitude. Others are somewhat used to it.

After surviving the most furious seconds, the old actor finally fell silent, took his coat, and went out to buy him cigarettes. Things look like they are coming to an end.

 But the more I thought about it, the angrier she became. She grabbed the stick that Jiang Xia had just put away and pointed at the screenwriter: "You have to pay for what you have done!"

"..." Jiang Xia touched her head and took back the stick, "Don't be impulsive. Your dream in the future is to become a detective. You must learn to convince people with reason."

With his gentle voice in her ear, Ito Hui's anger subsided a little unconsciously, and she nodded subconsciously.

 After clicking, he was suddenly startled: "..." My future dream is to become a detective? I do not know how.

Several other high school students who were familiar with Jiang Xia watched this scene silently: "..." Fortunately, the police and the media were relatively disciplined and never disclosed the specific details of Jiang Xia's "convincing people with reason", otherwise the children's dream of being a detective would have been lost. Going to ruin.

Beside him, Tamanosuke Ito, who was lying on the ground uncomfortably, was also stunned for a moment: Wasn’t my sister’s dream to develop the theater troupe? Why did she change it to become a detective?

However, after looking at Jiang Xia and then at his younger sister, Ito Tamanosuke felt that he understood: As a child, you can come up with whatever you want, and you can join whatever profession you want to be handsome in.

 Perhaps when Jiang Xia leaves, she will return to her previous dreams.

"Hiss." The dull pain in his chest brought back his wandering thoughts. Ito Tamanosuke shook his head and stopped thinking about these messy things.

 He reluctantly got up, looked at the screenwriter, and said persistently: "You really can't modify it as I said?"

The screenwriter laughed and meant something: "Facts are facts, drama is drama, and they cannot be confused - I only write the script I want to write. If you want to change it, please ask someone else."

Ito Tamanosuke was silent for a long time and sighed: "I understand, then let's follow your script. When you are free, please print out the polished script and I will distribute it to everyone... I will go back and rest first one time."

 He looked depressed and walked away clutching his stomach.

　　Ito Hui rushed over to help him, and the brother and sister returned to the captain's room. The other people in the troupe also dispersed and started busy with their work.

Conan didn't go far. He saw Ito Tamanosuke in pain and was a little angry: "No matter how there is a conflict of opinion, you can't hit someone. What's going on with this crew? And the script..."

Although the screenwriter and Tamanosuke Ito are both a bit of a Riddler, now, after listening to so many conversations, Conan finally understood the general situation.

"It seems that Tamanosuke Ito wanted to change the script, but the screenwriter didn't agree." He couldn't help but analyze it to Jiang Xia in a low voice, "'Facts are facts, drama is drama.' Could it be that before and after the revision, there was a script based on something It was adapted and the other party wanted to embellish it into a story?”

Before Jiang Xia spoke, Kinoshita Yoko was already holding the camera and nodded with lingering fear: "Maybe there are some hidden things behind this story like the tragedy of one year ago, the tragedy of three years ago, and the tragedy of ten years ago." Kind of secret."

 Jiangxia: “…”

 …It always feels like this star is getting closer to the truth behind the world.

 Stop it, you know too much.

 (End of this chapter)