Conan: The Master Behind the Scenes

The entire theater was suddenly silent.

Outside the villa, there was the roar of a violent storm. Raindrops occasionally fell from the leaking roof, and the entire theater seemed particularly quiet.

Finally, only Daisuke Kaneda, who was in charge of the crew's props, was left squatting in front of the pile of props.

"Did something terrible happen? Every time you mention Tsukishima, you know your face becomes ugly, as if there is some taboo.……"Shiraishi Takeshi asked

"This is only natural."

Kaneda Daisuke suddenly spoke up in a low and hoarse voice:"Because they all witnessed it with their own eyes!"

"So, that thing?" Miyano Akemi couldn't help but ask

"The Tsukishima I know is a carefree, talkative and cheerful girl. Her cheerful laughter can often be heard on stage. She is really competent in playing the female roles. It can be said that she is perfect.……"

As he was talking, there was a slight tremor in Kaneda Daisuke's voice. Although it was very faint and difficult to be detected, Shiraishi Takeshi still keenly felt it.

"It seems that there is a certain relationship between Kaneda Daisuke and Tsukishima.——"Shiraishi Takeshi thought about it.

"But, a month ago. After school, Tsukishima accidentally poured sulfuric acid on her head while preparing for the science class. Her face was burned and the surgery was useless!"

Kaneda Daisuke suddenly reached out, and it seemed that he just raised his glasses, but he noticed that his hand inadvertently brushed across the corner of his eye. His voice became more and more hoarse, and with the sound of the falling raindrops, it gave people a creepy feeling.

"The night she committed suicide, we went to the hospital to visit her, but she appeared on the roof of the hospital. The moment we found her - she untied the bandage on her head, and we heard her say——"

Kaneda Daisuke slowly turned his head, his face filled with horror:"Her voice is clearer and louder than ever before on stage!"

"I am the Phantom of the Opera - uglier than you can imagine! I am an ominous monster trapped in the fire of hell!"

"After saying that, she jumped off the building. It is still unknown what kind of mood she was in when she said this line. But her figure and her voice at that time are still lingering in my mind.……"Kaneda Daisuke's face is full of gloom

"how so……"Miyano Akemi hugged Ai tightly and became sentimental.

Just as Shiraishi Takeshi frowned and thought, the angry groan of Kamishi Shuichiro who had left earlier suddenly came from the door:"Enough! Stop talking about Tsukishima!"

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have mentioned this!" Kaneda Daisuke forced a smile.

"Forget it, it's been so long, let's all go to the restaurant and get ready, we'll have dinner soon!"Nanase Miyuki appeared at the door and reminded

"It's time for dinner, Mingmei, Xiaoai, let's go too!"

Shiraishi Takeshi reached out, holding Xiaoai and Miyano Mingmei's hands, one on the left and one on the right, and followed everyone to the restaurant.

"Ah, it’s time to eat! It’s time to eat!"

"We are the first to arrive!"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's time for dinner, I'll just do whatever I want!" Murayama Kenichi said to Xiandao Feng, and walked casually to a dining table.

"Excuse me, these three seats are ours. There are our nameplates in front!"Bai Shiwu smiled and stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Oh, oh, sorry, I didn't notice.……"Kenichi Murayama scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

In the next half hour, the high school students from the troupe arrived one after another.

"I...let's eat!"

"Yes, let’s start! A sumptuous meal!"

"Is everyone here?"

""Huh? Whose seat is that?" Xian Daofeng suddenly asked in confusion.

Bai Shiwu took a bite of his meal slowly and looked at the empty seat with a sharp gaze.

"It's from Zhihui!" Nanase Miyuki's face changed.

"Hidaka Ori——"

Shiraishi Takekai recalled the terrified and pale face of Hidaka Orie at the theater earlier, and thought to himself,"The storm is coming!"

"I'll go take a look!"

Nanase Miyuki stood up with a worried look on her face,"She looked a little weird just now, like she was scared... I'm a little worried"

"Hahahaha, Miyuki, that's your illusion!" said Kenichi Murayama with a smile.

"But, but Senior Murayama, that happened just a month ago! What if, what if something happened to her?……"

As soon as Nanase Miyuki said this, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant suddenly became quiet.

After a moment, everyone stood up with grim expressions, especially the other two girls.

"Okay, let me look for it too!"

"I'm going too!"

"We can also help, after all, it is fate that we can travel to the same island together."Bai Shiwu said with a smile

"Thank you so much, Mr. Shiraishi!"Nana Miyuki said gratefully.

At this moment, a sharp scream of terror came from somewhere outside the restaurant.

"Just now, that was!!"

"Yes, yes—scream!?"

"Girls scream!!"

"What?……"

"Who, whose voice?"

"Could it be——Zhihui! ?"Nanase Miyuki guessed with a horrified face

"Everyone go look for Hidaka!"

"I'll go look outside, I'll leave the villa to you guys!

"Hidaka——"

"Zhihui, where are you!?"

Ten minutes later, a group of people gathered at the restaurant entrance, panting.

"What should I do? I can't find the weaving painting anywhere in the room!"

"��Xue, calm down, nothing will happen!"

"Yes, maybe weaving——"

At this moment, somewhere in the villa, a heavy and rough bell sounded, and everyone trembled all over.

"This, this is the bell that marks the beginning of the play!" exclaimed Nanase Miyuki

"Is Hidaka in the theater? But I just looked for her again. The theater was dark and the curtains on the stage were tightly drawn."Xian Daofeng was puzzled.

Everyone rushed to the theater.

It was dark.

Then, the lights came on.

In the darkness, the gorgeous and bright stage lights interlaced and hit the dead Hidaka Zhihui.

Iron lighting equipment weighing hundreds of kilograms fell on her petite body.

The corpse was like a finished work of art, with a strange beauty.

She was originally rosy, but now she was as pale as a doll.

One arm was weakly raised upwards because of the pressure of the heavy object.