Conan’s Corpse Picker

Outside the window, Vodka was even imagining some thrilling blockbusters, while inside the house, the children's childish puppet show was still going on.

"No, no." Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya picked it up again, and he condemned Conan, "The role you play is a powerful detective, you should be more dignified and more stylish! - You follow Jiang Xia's brother every day, you should know what a detective looks like."

Conan: "..." You are the follower... Speaking of which, these kids have a deep grudge against him. Didn't they just trick you into playing with Jiang Xia a few times? They really hold a grudge.

While muttering in his heart, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya suddenly turned his head and looked at the only adult in the room in a very servile way: "Right, Mr. Kaibe?"

This is Shigeru Kaibe, who is in charge of the children's training this time - a versatile young man who has just graduated and is multi-talented. His family lives very close to Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's family, and the two families have some friendship, so Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya consciously regarded himself as the leader of the children in this training camp, and felt that he had the responsibility to assist Kaibe Shigeru and manage these little brats of the same age as him.

Hearing what Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya said, Kaibe Shigeru came back to his senses, waved his hand and smiled: "I am not a 'teacher', and my experience in drama is only a little richer than yours."

After being humble, he looked at Conan again: "But Mitsuhiko's words make sense, you should read it again."

Conan had to show some professional detective style, waving the mouse puppet in his hand, and repeated: "I think the murderer must be among us!" - This time the tone is okay, he is a professional in detective!

As soon as the thought came to an end, Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "The tone is okay, but the movements of the puppet in your hand are too stiff. I have to find a way to strengthen it. Alas, I didn't expect that you are good in other aspects, but you are so untalented in acting."

Conan: "... # " Nonsense, my acting is not good? My mother is Yukiko Kudo, a powerful actress ranked all over the world! I have learned a lot from her since I was a child!

Vermouth outside the window looked at Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya and nodded thoughtfully: "..." This child doesn't speak very well, but his observation skills are very good...

Conan's unconvinced muttering in his heart did not reach Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya's ears - this little dog leg has turned around and talked warmly with his neighbor, Mr. Kaibu.

Beside him, Kojima Motota came to his senses belatedly. He rolled up his sleeves and whispered to his two friends in a rough voice: "What's wrong with Mitsuhiko today? I just want to beat him up for no reason."

Vodka: "..." It had been a minute or two since the little fat guy was scolded, and he just came to his senses? Such a thick nerve could actually be selected into Usa's "Rice Flower Guerrilla"...

He first thought that this candidate was not qualified, but then he remembered the big loss he suffered from this seemingly honest little fat guy in the cave not long ago.

Vodka: "..."

Forget it, forget it, Usa has his reasons for selecting people.

...

Under the vigilant gaze of a certain organization cadre, the discussion of several innocent children continued.

Yoshida Ayumi knew a lot of inside information: "I heard that Mitsuhiko and Mr. Kaibe got along very well, so Mr. Kaibe helped us write this script."

"Did he write it?" Kojima Motota was stunned, flipping through his own script, "But I always feel that I have seen this story before."

Conan was refreshed. Talking about detective novels, he was no longer sleepy: "Of course, this is one of Agatha Christie's masterpieces - eight people from all walks of life who didn't know each other were gathered on an isolated island. The mysterious inviter did not show up, and only the butler and servants received them.

"After the ten people entered the restaurant, they found ten small porcelain statues on the table, and there was also a bloody and terrible nursery rhyme -

Ten Indian boys, running for food; one choked to death and could not be saved, ten were left with nine.

Nine Indian boys, sleepless at night and really sleepy; fell asleep and died, nine were left with eight.

Eight Indian boys, hunting in Devonshire; left one there, eight were left with seven..."

Conan: "And so on until 'An Indian boy, returned alone, hanged himself, and there was no one left. ' - 10 people died one after another, and each person's death was almost the same as described in the nursery rhyme. In addition, for every person who died, one porcelain statue on the table would be missing, and finally no one survived. "

After hearing their conversation, Mr. Kaibu scratched his head awkwardly: "Well, our script is indeed adapted from this story. After all, I am not a professional screenwriter. I just come to help the children's conference and cannot write a complete script. Well, it's getting late, so let's stop here for today's practice."

He looked at the watch: "Everyone has been rehearsing for a long time. Now let's move freely and come back here to gather in an hour. By the way, remember to put the puppets on the table over there before leaving to avoid losing them. The children's conference will start soon. If you lose them now, it will be too late to make up for them."

"Okay!" The children had been rehearsing for a long time and immediately put down the puppets and dispersed happily.

...

"Although this teacher is a little face-conscious, he is good at taking care of children." Suzuki Sonoko looked at the well-behaved children through the window, "This way we don't have to worry about it. Let's go back!"

When Vodka heard the word "go back", his ears moved, and he turned his head and walked back silently, fearing that he would point out something that would prevent him from leaving.

When he heard Conan retell the familiar story just now, he had already had goose bumps all over his body - there was nothing to be afraid of inference stories that had been circulating for many years, but the scary thing was that the story was told by the minions of Uzo, and at the same time there was Uzo nearby.

So now, he just wanted to leave this group of children emitting ominous power and the house emitting bad luck as soon as possible.

However, Mao Lilan hesitated and said: "Leave now? Since you are here, don't you need to say hello to them?"

Vodka: "..." How come you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are dragging your feet at the critical moment! What's there to say hello to? Do you know what that greeting may open?

He objected loudly in his heart, but he caught a glimpse of Uzo one step away from the corner of his eye, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Suzuki Sonoko stood up. She pushed Mao Lilan's shoulder and walked back: "Look how happy the children are getting along with each other. If we go in now, won't it be like asking for special treatment? Let's go, let them play by themselves."