Chapter 599: The underworld filter, but Black’s
“So, your previous lead candidate suffered a fracture due to a car accident?” Mouri Kogoro, whose eyes were involuntarily attracted by the liquor on the next table, caught the key with his ears. He immediately turned around and said, "She wasn't injured during the filming, was she?"
"How could it be!" This time, Kawabata Shiro, who didn't even have a hint of greasy taste, waved his hands quickly, with a good attitude. It's a salesman who laughs in front of customers, "Our film does have a lot of action scenes, but we will definitely do a good job of protection..."
"Really, uncle?" Conan, who went to the toilet to investigate, finally spotted the gap and said loudly, "But, I just asked the director uncle, and he said that the female lead of your last movie had an accident while filming!"
Mouri Kogoro's already frowning frown deepened, and Maori Lan's expression also turned to shock.
The problem of the main cast of a movie is already a small probability event. If a similar situation occurs in two consecutive movies, then the crew...
Kawabata Shiro's expression immediately stiffened when he was hit on the sore spot. He paused and his eyes quickly swept over the other three companions.
A child actually discovered it. What kind of bastard let it slip! He hasn't tricked the potential female lead yet!
Although it is now discovered that her background is not so easy to figure out, which will not be a good thing for the subsequent public opinion hype, but if you think about it from another perspective, this also means that this girl is actually very topical, as long as she reveals a little bit. A little bit of her family background can attract a certain amount of popularity to the film.
He was still thinking just now about the possibility of adding some reasoning elements to the movie and involving Kogoro Moori in a reasonable way...
"Well, although this matter is indeed true, because of such an unexpected situation, of course we will pay special attention this time..." Quickly controlling his expression, Kawabata Shiro tried hard to use his brain to explain, "We I have always paid great attention to protecting the personal safety of actors, and will not make fun of actors’ lives.”
Iso Kaizo snorted in disgrace. Although he did not directly refute it, his disdain was obvious.
"First, order first, order first." The assistant director cleared his throat, breaking the unusually stiff and awkward atmosphere, and reached out to bring the menu in front of him, "Let's discuss it while we eat."
Iso Kaizo let out a breath, pointed at two dishes on the menu, gestured to the lighter in his hand, and headed towards the smoking area.
The more he listened to Kawabata Shiro's words, the deeper the anger and murderous intention in his heart became. If he listened for a while longer, he was afraid that if he couldn't bear to use the planned method, he would burst out and start talking about it. Stabbed to death by the guy who was talking nonsense.
He didn't have to listen to this guy's temptation at the beginning, and agreed to get involved in the crew for sufficient investment.
As a director, the moment he compromised and gave up control for the sake of investment, the tragedy that he regretted throughout his life was already doomed.
After quietly smoking a cigarette, after adjusting his emotions, he turned his head and stepped into the bathroom again, preparing to go to the bathroom that had been arranged long ago, take out the poison, and start to advance his plan.
After knowing the nature of that guy Kawabata, he could not just watch another girl walk into that trap with an unpredictable future without knowing anything.
No more...
The outstretched hand was empty, and Isokaizang's heavy emotions stumbled. He hurriedly knelt down and looked at the place in the cabinet where the medicine should have been.
“Are you looking for this, sir?”
The clear young voice sounded from behind. Iso Kaizo turned around suddenly and saw the toilet cubicle door behind him being slowly pushed open. Opening it, Tangze, who was holding a plastic bottle in his hand, carefully observed the bottle in his hand and clicked his tongue.
About this case, his impression is not very deep, but he still remembers the complaints of the policeman who came to investigate the case -
"Really, potassium cyanide, arsenic , caustic soda... Where did the latest suspect get these poisons? ”
Isn't that right? Tangze also wanted to ask.
Do you Ke Xue have a hotline for murderers? The kind that can be found when people have the urge to kill someone. The hotline numbers range from poisons to bombs and firearms. From sticks to sticks, everything is available, and it also comes with instructions for use. It is warm and easy to use, and suitable for all ages.
How did these dangerous chemicals, which should be strictly controlled, flow into the hands of this group of people with no laboratory background? Don't understand.
While complaining in his mind, Tang Ze remained calm on his face. He slowly unscrewed the bottle cap and waved it at the mouth of the bottle in compliance with laboratory operation requirements: "Potassium cyanide, well, it's very easy. What about poison that can reach a fatal dose? Are you determined to kill me, Mr. Isogami?”
This is also a point worth complaining about. Ke Xue’s potassium cyanide smells like bitter almonds. Like a freshener, it obviously only emits a trace amount of hydrogen cyanide gas when it deliquesces, emitting this very recognizable smell, but in this world, it seems to be a substance that is constantly evaporating. You will notice it if you smell it.
Oh, yes, the deceased was basically undetectable when he was eating. When the person died, the detective could smell it as soon as he came over and smelled it. This was also one of the characteristics...
Iso Kaizo frowned in a defensive posture. Standing in front of the sink, while Tang Ze was talking, the brief panic had subsided.
He looked at this young man with a smile, who had neither condemnation nor excitement of discovering the secret, and slowly exhaled: "... Even if you call the police now, you won't be able to prove anything. When the police come, they can only find your fingerprints on the bottle. This kind of thing is very dangerous, so let’s put it down, kid.” Unfortunately, there are still many opportunities.
As long as he stabilizes the child and does not arouse Kawabata's alert, he will have plenty of time.
"No, I understand your feelings very well, Mr. Isogami. The despicableness of some people can be seen at a glance even if we only meet once. If Lan didn't reveal his true interpersonal situation, I can imagine him. How could he be so arrogant in front of him and play some tricks on his face?"
Pushing the things into his pockets, Karasawa walked out of the compartment, approached Iso Kaizo, and slowly lowered his voice.
"But let him die like this, easily and quickly... Can he really feel the pain of Miss Lever's fear and despair in the flames of the explosion?"
The moment he heard the name, Iso Kaizo almost held his breath.
Discovered, no, not just as simple as being discovered.
Completely, seen through.
"...I have no choice." Iso Kaizo heard his dry voice, "Leehua's death was determined to be accidental. I know what he did, but..."
However, these thin confessions and accusations cannot really cost Shiro Kawabata much.
Even if he finds the media and makes the previous incident public at all costs, Kawabata Shiro is not an artist who stands in front of the stage and needs to care about public impression.
As long as the channels are still there, the resources are still there, the skills and power are still there, some verbal criticism will not cause any trouble to Kawabata, but will in turn ruin Iso Kaizo's entire future.
He is not willing to give in, he is really not willing to give in.
"I understand, sir, I understand." Tangze stood beside him, raised his hand and patted the other party's shoulder, his gentle voice echoed in the closed space, "Believe me, he will be punished. Yes, be patient.”
Punishment, how to punish, how to punish?
What kind of punishment can make a ruthless, cruel, and greedy bastard who regards other people's lives as a tool for profit to pay the price for a life that has been lost?
Iso Kaizo gritted his teeth, wanting to say something meaner, wanting to laugh at the young man's fantasy of the world being black and white.
However, after meeting those calm blue eyes, his slightly more intense emotions gradually began to calm down, as if he had been soothed.
"Be patient." His hand patted Iso Kaizo's shoulder rhythmically. Tangze stood in front of the sink, slowly opened the faucet, and began to rinse his hands.
Turning his eyes, Iso Kaizo, who often dealt with various movie props, quickly realized that what he just said was actually wrong.
The white wax that fell towards the drain as the other person rubbed his fingers told him——
There were still no fingerprints on the bottle.
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Iso Kaizo left the bathroom, but Karasawa still stood in front of the sink and continued to wash his hands unhurriedly, taking a look at his watch.
He did delay long enough. It seemed that even though he didn't get enough sleep, his teammates were still very efficient.
Wash off his fingers thoroughly, Tang Ze turned off the water and slowly dried his hands. Then he turned his head and looked at the cubicle in the middle.
Ireland, who was silently pressed against the wall, not even breathing heavily, was still paying attention to the sounds outside.
The sound of the metal valve twisting, the faucet was closed.
The paper was pulled out, and a soft friction sound came.
Then, it fell into silence.
As he was about to leave, Ireland frowned and turned his head.
Then he discovered to his horror that the gap between the cubicle door where he was and the floor tiles, which should have been fully illuminated by the overhead light, was now cut off by two shadows.
It was like... there was a person standing in front of the door, silently waiting for something.
Ireland's hair stood up all of a sudden, and he rushed to the opposite side without hesitation, avoiding the position he had just approached.
A sharp wind blew past his body. A foot in a sneaker kicked open the partition door with only a simple latch at a very fast speed, and kicked it hard. on the wall.
Kumail was not testing at all, he was just aiming to disable the opponent's ability to move, and directly killed him!
Making a judgment in a blink of an eye, Ireland immediately curled up, clenched his fists and tightened his forearms to protect the soft and vital parts of his torso.
Sure enough, Kumail, who missed the blow, used the force of his kick to hit the wall, turned around, and punched him hard on his forearm. The sharp pain caused Ireland's His attention became more concentrated, and he raised his hand without hesitation, once again blocking the knife that was heading towards his throat.
The enemy with sharp and swift moves looked at his quick defensive reaction and raised his brows. He turned his hand and directly grabbed the side of Ireland's face. He narrowly avoided it with some embarrassment. The short nails scratched a bloody mark on his cheekbone.
In the small cubicle, he quickly exchanged ten moves. Ireland, who was completely in passive defense, tried his best, but still could not keep up with the opponent's rhythm. A short body slipped through his arm. Mel, grabbed the jaw directly.
No, this must not be hard-wired!
Sensing the force coming from the opponent's fingertips, which was about to twist his neck, Ireland used a very disrespectful action to roll out before his neck was broken, and fell to the ground with the help of the force.
"The reaction is quite fast." Turning his neck, Kumail looked down at him who hit the tiles, his eyelids did not blink at all, like a snake locking its prey, "It's you, Are you following me?”
It seems that the test records submitted by Gin are not watery at all. On the contrary, it is very likely that the data is underestimated.
Ireland did not dare to move his gaze at all, for fear of exposing any flaws. This ruthless guy would directly catch the gap. He could only fumble backwards to find the nearest support, and slowly propped up his body.
Either at the throat, or at the cervical vertebra or the back of the head, Kumail killed the killer without any hesitation without knowing his identity.
If the person he was attacking was not an experienced killer like him, he would have been killed directly by those slender and smooth hands like a student.
"Oh, you know 'who I am'." Looking at his reaction, Kumail slowly raised the corners of his mouth, "So, you are related to 'us'."
The sunglasses flew out in the first round. Ireland lowered his head reflexively, trying to cover his face.
Kumer, who said this, obviously had no intention of waiting for his answer. After quickly adjusting his breathing, he straightened his waist and legs again, and was about to pounce again.
"Tangze, brother Tangze——"
A child's clear voice came from outside, interrupting Kumail's steps as he was about to lift up.
Frowning Kumail glanced towards the exit in the corridor, and seizing this opportunity, Ireland rushed out towards the door in the opposite direction without hesitation.
Kumail's companions have arrived. Compared with dealing with the stalkers, maintaining the disguised identity is obviously a more important task.
Even if his avoidance at the moment is unorganized, Kumail cannot risk catching up, so now!
Behind Ireland, who was fleeing, basically the moment he turned his head and started running, Tangze relaxed his expression and rolled his eyes silently.
Not long after entering the restaurant, after seeing the very recognizable face of Ireland who came in behind them, Karasawa had already determined what had happened and expressed that he could not understand.
What's wrong? The organization has neglected you, so you're not saturated with work, right? You have nothing to do and you come here to follow Kuhaha. What are you doing with the leader of the Phantom Thieves who is accompanying the detective on his business?
Work is work, and life is life. It doesn’t matter if you like to stalk, but it’s not good to disturb other people’s work as a Phantom Thief.
This is also part of the P5 game mechanism, right? The career of a phantom thief would be incomplete without encountering several stalkers trying to investigate him.
Then why was he stalked by the beautiful school belle and the president of the student council, and when it was his turn, he turned into a rough and unfriendly rebel? This isn't fair and he doesn't accept it!
Just wait for me. I'll go back and go through the process and then I'll trouble you.
You want to bring Gin down, right? It's better to experience the working conditions of model workers in advance and get used to it. You're welcome.
Taking note of his unfriendly colleagues and poor workplace environment, Tangze walked out of the bathroom and walked towards Conan, who was pacing in the corridor a little anxiously.
"What's wrong? Isn't things going well?" Conan looked back at Ireland who was running away. Conan, who rarely had the opportunity to interrupt the spell before the incident, said nervously.
If Karasawa had not been able to stop Iso Kaizo in time, he would have had to go back and yell at the people at the table, "It's poisonous, don't eat it!"
As for why he ran out to have a king's meal and encountered a combination that was so discordant that he was about to die, he didn't want to think about it for the time being.
In the morning, he was still baffled by the joker who wanted to install a locator on himself. It was too outrageous to have it fulfilled as soon as he went out.
"I've got it." Taking out the vial wrapped in a handkerchief, Tang Ze shook it gently, "It should be potassium cyanide. Your guess is correct."
For Karasawa actually had some arrangements for this case. After confirming Mao Lilan's itinerary, he urgently sent a message to Hoshikawa Hui, the only member who was still awake, asking him to solve the murderer and the murderer in the shortest possible time. Issues on both sides of the deceased.
Yes, there are problems on both sides.
If Iso Kaizo is inevitably mentally disturbed due to his struggle with conscience and regret over the death of the female lead, then this producer of Kanejo Plus, who is basically not a gangster, is a very heavyweight.
Considering that the murderer who changed his mind is not very complicated, Karasawa is actually not prepared to directly stop the murder from the reality side - the murderer will give up soon anyway. As for the deceased, there is still time to conquer and spend it safely. Just have a meal and go back to wait for the news.
However, the detective, who has an unprecedented increase in social responsibility, has become more alert this time.
Kangze, who was approached by Conan, had no choice but to perform a scene where the Riddler was brainwashed and changed his mind on the spot, to help the detective solve a small problem first.
"Go back, it should be fine." After showing the bottle and kicking the items back to the props, Tang Ze patted Conan on the head and pushed him out.
"There should be no problem about what it means. So, what is the conflict between Mr. Isogami and the others..."
"Oh, it seems to be because of the accidental death of the female lead in the last film. There is a dispute. It's okay, he I have given up this idea now."
"Is that so..."
Since it is an old conflict, there may be room for mediation.
What Conan, who was temporarily relieved, did not expect was that the Phantom Thieves, who could survive but could not survive, would not give the detective a chance to spend an ordinary day.
——Who asked him to come and instruct the leader by himself? You chose the advanced version yourself, so you don’t blame the leader.
(End of this chapter)