Conan’s Corpse Picker

Then the director turned around and ordered: "Shoot the other scenes first, put Nanjo's behind, wait until the clothes arrive - fortunately it is a modern film, and there is no brand sponsorship, so it can be worn with any clothes. Otherwise, it can be worn with any clothes." Otherwise, it will be a big trouble."

In the room, Nanjo Hayato frowned: No matter how you listen to the director's words, it sounds like he is complaining that he has offended someone.

But the director didn't say it clearly, and his popularity has declined drastically now. It's really not easy to join the group and it's not easy to get angry.

So in the end, Nanjo Hayato could only vent his anger elsewhere in frustration: "Where did that guy Yoshino go? He is always an eyesore, but when she needs to run errands to buy costumes, she can't see anyone!"

At the same time, he glanced at Okiya Subaru, whose face was full of resistance, and said critically: "Does this guy know how to choose clothes? Don't buy me a full set of street goods."

Okiya Subaru's eyes twitched: "..." I haven't disliked you yet, but you actually...

At this time, a voice suddenly came from next to Nanjo Hayato.

Someone heard him ask where his assistant was. Wen Wen explained: "Your wife wanted to buy clothes, so she asked Miss Yoshino to help her choose."

Nanjo Hayato was even angrier: "Two guys who are neither serious nor serious, isn't my business more important than their chores?!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was surprised to find that the person who just explained to him was actually Kinoshita Yoko.

Nanjo Hayato: "..."

Although I look down on such young female artists, it is undeniable that Kinoshita Yoko is much more popular than him now. The show's later publicity had to rely on her a lot.

Thinking like this, Nanjo Hayato had no choice but to restrain himself a little. He forced his expression to become calm: "So that's it. Haha, it's normal for women to like shopping, so let them have fun, who -"

He turned to look at Okiya Subaru: "Go and buy me a few sets of clothes. The size and sample will be sent to you later by Fuhua. Don't buy the wrong one!"

Okiya Subaru: "..."

...Forget it, on the bright side, I can just stay away from the crew when buying clothes.

Maybe by the time the purchase is completed, the matter here will be over, and he can take the opportunity to avoid cases that may easily attract Uzo's attention.

Of course, the best case scenario is that there is no Uzo in the UK at all...

While thinking about it, Subaru Okiya went out to find the clothing street.

…

When we were almost there, the clothing list had been sent to me.

Okiya Subaru clicked on the list on the screen and flipped through it slowly. While reading, he couldn't help but mutter: "... His popularity is on the decline, but he is still so extravagant when buying things. This guy doesn't have any illegal income. Bar."

But all of this has nothing to do with being a low-key wage earner.

Okiya Subaru suppressed his gossip and followed the brands, choosing and communicating with Fuhua.

After a while, I finally settled on an outfit and bought it.

Then went to the second house.

As he walked on the road, he identified the clothing stores around him, and at the same time he couldn't help but guiltily observe all the people wearing black clothes around him.

As he was watching, he caught a glimpse of a shadow on the ground out of the corner of his eye, and Subaru was startled.

——Someone used the noisy noise on the pedestrian street to cover up and came up behind him quietly, stabbing him in the back with a knife!

"?!!"

There was a trace of panic in Okiya Subaru's eyes.

At the same time, he suddenly moved sideways. The man behind him didn't expect him to hide, so he stabbed the air with his knife, but Subaru Okiya grabbed his wrist forcefully.

Okiya Subaru used the strength of the attacker's forward thrust to pull with all his strength. When the man lost his balance and fell forward, he raised his elbow and hit the attacker's back hard, and at the same time raised his knee hard.

"Boom" a muffled sound from front and back.

The assailant instantly lost his mobility due to the severe pain and fell to the ground, twisting and curling up like an insect that had been kicked in the abdomen.

Okiya Subaru dodged the fatal thrust and instinctively raised his hand to touch the gun. Putting his hand on his ribs, he suddenly remembered that he didn't have a gun at all - guns couldn't pass the security check.

...but this is no longer important.

——Looking carefully at the ground, Okiya Subaru was suddenly stunned.

What the "perpetrator" grabbed in his hand and stabbed him was not a "fatal dagger with a blood groove and a throat-sealing knife" at all, but...

A piece of limp ice cream.

And it must be just a pure ice cream, not a dagger disguised with ice cream or something - because just now, when Subaru Okiya pulled it hard, a few ice cream balls detached from the cone and smeared on his cheek. On the thigh.

There are no weapons in the dessert.

And the cone below is just a simple cone. It breaks when it touches the ground and is crunchy.

"..." It seems that this is just an own mistake.

Okiya Subaru breathed a sigh of relief.

Then something felt wrong again.

He raised his head suddenly and looked at the crowds of people coming and going around him, who occasionally exclaimed in surprise. Cold sweat silently flowed down his back - since the other party was not the first to commit the crime, wouldn't it mean that Subaru was overreacting and beating people arrogantly in the street?

Okiya Subaru: "..." Although the person who was beaten was temporarily incapacitated and unable to call the police. But if he had a companion, that companion might immediately call the police over, take the attacker into the police station, and then, on the way, a silencing bullet...

He was thinking coldly all over.

At this time, a person suddenly rushed over.

Then, under Okiya Subaru's desperate gaze, he picked up the person on the ground and held him steady, turned around and ran away, disappearing into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Okiya Subaru: "...huh?"

……what's the situation.

Just now, he was still wondering whether the attacker was bewitched by Uzo and wanted to sacrifice himself to trick him into the police station.

But now it seems that this is not the case, this is just a simple own goal.

Okiya Subaru: "..." It's so scary... Speaking of which, why did that person stab him with ice cream? Street bullying?

Although my head is full of questions, it seems that now is not the time to consider these.

Okiya Subaru took one last look at the group of people who were escaping, and with lingering fear, he picked up the shopping bag that he had thrown aside just now, and hurriedly left to the other side, quickly fleeing the scene.

…

After walking for a while, Subaru Okiya gradually broke away from the frightening aftertaste of "I was plotted!" and had time to think about other things.

He lowered his head, glanced at his pants that were covered in ice cream, and remained silent for a moment: "..."

As a graduate student who lives a very particular life, Subaru Okiya actually loves to be clean: he usually insists on going to the balcony to dry his clothes and quilts at the risk of being spotted by Uzo from the balcony. Now the ice cream is sticky and sticky on my pants, which is unbearable.

Okiya Subaru: "..." And if you think about it carefully, walking in such a pair of dirty pants on a smooth street will only increase your sense of presence... In order to avoid entering the possible "Usa's vision", Better replace it as soon as possible.

Thanks to Mr. Huanyang for the reward (σ≧▽≦)σ.

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