Corpse collector in Conan

While chatting, the waiter came over and put down new chopsticks and napkins for the producer.

The producer was about to start eating, but when he saw the dishes on the round table in front of him, he became furious: "Didn't I tell you not to order preserved eggs and scrambled eggs? Who ordered these two dishes for me!"

Suzuki Sonoko was startled by him: "I just ordered it. Don't be so angry, right? Maybe the waiter misheard and thought you specifically wanted these two dishes."

The producer came back to his senses and remembered that there were guests on the table, so he could only soften his expression: "I'm not looking for trouble, it's just that I'm allergic to eggs - something like this full of eggs makes me feel sick when I see it."

As he spoke, he smoothed himself over and greeted the guests: "Eat, eat, don't be polite - who is that, Miss Xiaolan, what do you want to eat? I'll pick it up for you."

"..."

A stool clattered down between him and Mao Lilan. Conan squeezed in and took a seat, saying politely: "Then help me with the curry rice."

Jiang Xia flipped through the menu: "Fish-flavored shredded pork."

"Haha, you know your stuff!" The producer first praised Jiang Xia without saying anything, and then turned around and patted Conan's head, "Kid, this is a Chinese restaurant. It only has Chinese food, but there is no curry rice like you want. Brother Detective, let’s choose another one.”

"But I just want to eat curry rice." Conan began to yell, "This store doesn't even have curry rice. It's so boring. Let's go back!"

"..." Vodka on the second floor listened to this from a distance and couldn't help but nod secretly: After a long time, since they met, this is the most pleasing time he has seen this kid - hurry up and take Uzo next to you Get out of here! Go as far as you want, come back when I leave!

I was secretly cheering for Conan in my heart, when, with a bang, Conan's voice suddenly stopped.

Suzuki Sonoko faintly retracted her fist and said to the waiter on the side: "Ignore him, just give him a plate of steamed dumplings. This kid is easy to feed."

"..."

Conan was brutally suppressed.

Vodka sat back disappointed.

"How many minions does Uzo have around him? ...Only that kind-hearted girl with long black hair still retains a little bit of human warmth. Alas, I don't know if her kind heart can still survive if this continues. How long will Uzo stay with you?”

…

Xiaolongbao is a popular item in the store, and they are already steamed.

After hearing their orders, the waiter brought a basket over on the spot.

Conan: "..."

"Forget it, anyway, when an actor wants to sign a contract, and this kind of contract involves a large amount of money and Xiaolan's future path, Aunt Yingli will definitely read it in person. She probably won't let Xiaolan go to film any intimate scenes in the movie. Conan sighed tiredly and muttered in his mind, "That's it for now, let's eat the buns first."

While taking out a steaming steamed bun, he turned around to look for dipping sauce.

Soon, Conan saw the vial placed in front of Jiang Xia. He reached out and turned the round table, intending to turn the dipping sauce over.

This dining table leaves ample dining space for guests, and the rotating disk in the middle is correspondingly far away.

Conan stretched out his arms and struggled to turn the disk. Just as he was about to get the dipping sauce, someone suddenly made a stroke.

The disc spun back again, and the dipping sauce returned to Jiang Xia again.

Conan: "...?"

The people at the table were lively, each chatting about his or her own business, and occasionally turning the round table to pick up food. It was normal for the thing to move. Conan sighed and had no choice but to reach out again and pull the dipping saucer to the place facing him.

Just as I was about to get it, clatter, the table turned back to its original place.

Conan: "..."

What's going on?

Is there a spring under the disc?

Just as he was looking at this strange table as if he had seen a ghost, a hand reached out from the side - the neighbor with keen observation noticed his predicament. At this time, he raised his hand like stepping on a colorful auspicious cloud and dipped it into the table. The materials were handed over to him.

"It's good to have long arms..." Conan quickly leaned forward to take it, sighing in his heart, "Speaking of which, my arms used to be this long, but now...the hateful black organization, the hateful gin and vodka, sooner or later one day , I will make you pay for your atrocities!”

Grudges must be remembered, and food must be eaten.

After getting the dipping sauce, Conan started looking for chili oil again. This time he took a quick look and found that the chili oil was directly opposite the screenwriter.

Conan stretched out his hand to turn the disk, and when the chili oil was turned in front of him, he stretched out his hand with lightning speed...and then caught nothing - the table changed back to its original state.

"..."

Conan's eyes twitched, and he stretched out his hand again in disbelief... This time, Mao Lilan noticed the chili oil that passed in front of him twice and retreated twice. She raised her hand lightly and quickly, grabbed the passing vial, and handed it to Conan: "Here, you want to use this."

"Well, thank you, Sister Xiaolan." Conan took the pepper bottle tiredly, and finally got to eat with the help of his two childhood sweethearts.

He mixed the dipping sauce and gnawed on the bun in a depressed mood under the twisted gaze of Vodka who couldn't bear to sneeze.

After taking a few bites, a small cart was pushed by the waiter and stopped behind the director and Jiang Xia.

——The Peking duck is here.

"The big dish is here!" The producer looked at the sizzling roast duck and was in a good mood. "The roast duck in this store is the best on the street. Everyone is open to eating. There is not enough."

Although the duck was good, it had been eaten many times, and the producer's attention quickly shifted to Mao Lilan.

——Although Conan was in the middle, the height of this dwarf sitting on the seat was not much higher than the pillow, which did not affect his communication with Hao Miaozi at all.

The producer pulled Mao Lilan to chat and threw out a more specific bait: "Speaking of which, do you have any favorite female stars?"

"Favorite female stars?" This question made Mao Lilan think of a thick autograph book and the silent or disappeared lives behind those signatures.

Thinking about those lives in their prime that either passed away or went astray, she felt a little depressed. However, as a good person who doesn't like to spoil other people's fun, Mao Lilan quickly adjusted her mood. She picked out two top candidates from her huge number of star-chasing targets: "There are two people I admire the most - one of them is Fujimine Yukiko, I have liked her since I was a child."

Producer: "..."

He originally planned to find whoever Mao Lilan mentioned, let this naive high school girl in front of him taste some sweetness, and tempt Mao Lilan to take the bait... But who knew that this girl had high standards, and she mentioned someone he couldn't even touch even if he stood on tiptoe.

-Fujimine Yukiko was already an international film queen at a young age. After she became successful, she quickly married a world-famous mystery novelist, retired, and lived in the United States... Where can he find someone?

Take a step back, even if he finds someone in the physical sense, what price will he have to pay to invite him?