Daily Life at Conan Undercover Distillery - Chapter 33

After about an hour, the snow finally stopped outside the door.

The snowflakes covered the ground, and it looked slippery, which was very suitable for wrestling. Director Dashan stood up, his expression finally showing a bit of a smile.

“It’s time to start work.” He sighed.

The happiness of middle-aged people is so simple, one job can make people happy for two days.

[Aren’t you going to save people? 】The system stuck its head out and asked suddenly, 【Someone is about to die. 】

Jiang Yizhi: “…then tell me who died?”

The time he watched the episode of Conan can be traced back to the Yuanmou period, not to mention that at that time his attention was on Kudo Shinichi and Hattori Heiji, and he really didn’t have much impression of the dead in his mind.

[This is for you to discover by yourself. 】

Jiang Yizhi asked back, “Why?”

The system answered as a matter of course: [If you find him, he won’t die. 】

“How can I find out the problem if that person doesn’t die?” Jiang Yizhi asked lazily, “And so many people die every day in the world, do I need to solve them one by one?”

“…”

【…】

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

The protagonist Keiwa Sianbing also stood up in the distance.

He stood up, and the fans around him also stood up.

The scene was momentarily spectacular.

Minwa’s skiing skills are notoriously good among actors, so some fans have asked to watch idol skiing.

The female makeup artist’s face was a little unsightly.

“Sorry,” she said with a smile, “we have already skied three times at your request. If you want to see it, please come and watch it in the movie.”

“But if it’s a request from the fans—” Director Dashan coughed, “Although our schedule is tight, let’s fulfill this little wish.”

When the director speaks, it is like a leader setting the tone.

No one can say no.

There was a burst of cheers from the fan group.

Hattori Heiji didn’t know when, touched Jiang Yizhi’s side, narrowed his eyes, and observed the crew thoughtfully.

“It’s very interesting.” He stroked his chin with a smile and said.

Jiang Yizhi stared at him inexplicably: “What’s interesting? Skiing?”

“What’s the fun of skiing? I’m talking about reasoning.” Hattori Heiji complained, and quickly regained his strength, “Look at their relationship, you must have discovered something.”

Jiang Yizhi: “…”

He was silent for a while, and his eyes conveyed a big question mark: “What did I find?”

Hattori Heiji’s smile widened.

He looked around, his eyes focused on a middle-aged man wearing a beret, a gray trench coat, a slender figure and a moustache.

The middle-aged man had a slender figure, lowered his head to reveal half of his profile, and drooped his eyelids. He didn’t know what he was thinking.

“Look over there.” He lowered his voice and pointed in the direction of the middle-aged man.

“The position you are sitting is facing the uncle, and that uncle…” The detective dragged his voice, “Did you not notice his gaze, most of the time he focused on the crew who came to film?”

Jiang Yizhi made a reasonable guess: “Maybe he is a fan of someone in the crew?”

Hattori Heiji:”?”

Osaka Black Chicken said hesitantly, “Are people of this age still chasing stars?”

And the object of chasing stars is still small fresh meat.

This is outrageous.

Jiang Yizhi changed his sitting position.

In this hour, he barely made up his sleep, and now he has regained some energy, so he has regained some of the state of being a gentleman.

After all, he was a character from the anime he watched back then, and Jiang Yizhi liked Hattori Heiji quite a bit.

He asked, “So you think there is something wrong with this person?”

“You must have found it too.” Heiji Hattori was very excited when he mentioned this, his eyes lit up, and he said firmly, “From this position, you can’t go wrong, this person has something to do with the crew!”

Jiang Yizhi: “…”

really.

A middle-aged man in a trench coat is standing in the corner, a quite hidden position. And in order to sleep, he found a place with few people, just facing the middle-aged man’s face.

But the question is, why is Hattori Heiji willing to share his reasoning with him?

The detectives in Reaper are all straight men, 24K pure gold without any additives.

They don’t even want to share the progress of the case with their girlfriends, they just want them to call the police with their mobile phones.

——As if the police can solve the case.

Hattori Heiji’s voice was a bit loud, the middle-aged man in the trench coat turned his head and raised his eyebrows: “Are you two looking at me?”

He smiled and then reached the opposite of Jiang Yizhi and Hattori Heiji.

The middle-aged man sighed, “I’m a policeman.”

The man quickly laughed at himself: “Of course, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com used to be. Now he has resigned, he is just a little detective with no name.”

“I came for the case four years ago.”

In a few words, the man had already explained the cause and the result of the matter.

The man’s surname is Pianpin, and now he is with Kogoro Mouri. They belong to the type of cat-catcher and candidly take pictures of Xiaosan. He used to work in the police station and was responsible for the cable car suicide case.

That is, four years ago, that ski resort suicide case.

He insists that the stuntman on the cable car was murdered and that the murderer was among the crew.

Because there was no evidence, the man resigned to become a detective, and he continued to pursue the truth by himself all these years.

Now I heard that Director Dashan revisited the old place with his original crew four years ago, and came here to film, and immediately followed.

This also explains why he kept staring at the crew. After all, people themselves came to the crew.

Coincidentally, Hattori Heiji’s father was also a policeman.

The two briefly chatted a few words, and Qingshuizhu came over.

“Are you going to see Mr. Minwa skiing?” he asked.

·

The ski resort is quite big, and the voices are full of people, most of which are the screams of fans and sisters.

Jiang Yizhi was standing in the last row, with his hands in his pockets, being blocked by the crowd, he couldn’t see at all what the little prince of skiing, Keilun Prize Soldier, was doing.

He watched lazily for a few seconds, looking up at the sky at forty-five degrees, reflecting on why he came out to freeze. Just as he was about to retreat, he heard an uncertain voice behind him.

The voice was very familiar.

I saw it in the hospital two days ago. It belongs to that little silver bullet.

“…Akagi Ori?”