Zongman: Starting as a Prop Master

"Uncle, you want to kidnap me."

Without waiting for Director Jinchuan to answer, Xiaoxin put his hands on his hips and said confidently:

"I'm not afraid to tell you that we still have 32 years of mortgage payments to make. Uncle, my parents can't afford the ransom."

Director Jinchuan is about to cry.

"Little boy, I don't want to kidnap you. I just want the book in your hand. Good boy, please give it to me."

As he said that, he was about to take the book from Xiaoxin's hand.

"That book, there's something wrong."

Looking at the book in Shin-chan's hand, which had no backing on either side and made Director Jinchuan extremely anxious, Conan's glasses flashed a cold white light.

Just when Director Jinchuan's fingertips were about to touch the book, Xiaoxin suddenly shrank back.

"Very suspicious!"

With a pair of big eyes full of innocence, Xiao Xin looked at Director Jinchuan suspiciously.

"Uncle, what's in this?"

Without waiting for Director Jinchuan to answer, Xiaoxin raised his thick eyebrows, turned half of his body sideways, and said mysteriously:

"Could it be the sound of a conch shell?"

"brush"

Cold sweat kept coming out from his back. Director Jinchuan couldn't help but take a half step back and looked at Xiaoxin as if he had seen a ghost.

"This little devil, how could he know?"

"What should I do? Should I rob it?"

"No, we can't do this. If it causes more commotion, I'll be in trouble."

Seeing that Xiaoxin was not interested, Director Jinchuan, who was sweating profusely, suddenly moved his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and his expression suddenly relaxed. He smiled and said to Xiaoxin:

"Little friend, how about I exchange this with you~‖."

As he spoke, Director Jinchuan pulled out a black pistol from behind his back.

When he saw the gun, Xiaoxin's expression suddenly froze.

"Pistol, uncle, are you going to kill someone to silence him?"

Then, without giving Director Jinchuan a chance to respond, Xiaoxin started yelling,

"Kill to silence the witnesses, kill to silence the witnesses."

"Help! Someone is trying to kill someone to silence them. Everyone, run!"

Xiao Xin's shouting successfully attracted the people around.

"What's going on? I really want to hear a child yelling for help."

"There's also a pistol. Should we call the police?"

Seeing that Xiaoxin had caused a commotion, Director Jinchuan quickly stepped forward to explain:

"No, no, you misunderstood. This is just a toy gun. It's fake."

As he said that, Director Jinchuan raised his arm in a hurry, pointed it at the ceiling and fired several shots.

"Look, it's fake, right? There are no bullets."

However, before the crowd around could say anything,

Xiao Xin suddenly covered his chest, struggling with a look of pain, took a few steps back, and said in pain:

"Uncle, before I die, I want to...eat a puff!"

finished,

Xiao Xin fell to the ground with a "bang" and did not move.

When Xiaoxin fell, the entire second floor was silent for a few seconds, and then it became boiling.

"Ah, murder."

"Call the police!"

"Everyone, run away! Someone here wants to kill people and silence them."

Seeing the commotion, Director Jinchuan was so anxious that he almost had a heart attack.

I can only explain it over and over again in vain.

"Wait, wait, I didn't kill anyone, I really didn't kill anyone, it was really just a toy gun."

However, his face, distorted by the pain and suffering in his heart, frightened the other people on the second floor and caused even greater commotion.

"Run away! He's coming."

"Don't squeeze me."

Just as everyone was scrambling to escape and rushing to get to the elevator.

"Calm down!" A loud voice rang out, and everyone quieted down.

After loudly stopping the commotion, Conan rolled his classic dead fish eyes and explained to the people around him as he walked:

"Although it looks very real, whether from the metal texture or the flash when it is fired, it is just a highly similar imitation gun."

Conan walked over to Shin-chan, and with both hands, he flipped Shin-chan over from the ground, pointed at Shin-chan's chest and said:

"Look, he wasn't shot."

As he spoke, Conan first reached out and touched Shin-chan's nose, then checked Shin-chan's pulse.

"He was still breathing, his pulse was still there, and his face was rosy, so he didn't look like he had a heat stroke. How could he suddenly faint?"

After pausing to think for a while, Edogawa Conan frowned and began to reason on his own:

"Before he fell, I saw him holding his chest. Was it because of a heart attack?"

Looking at Shin-chan again, Conan shook his head, rejecting his previous inference.

"There's no pain on his face, and no drooling from the corners of his mouth. Doesn't this match the symptoms of a heart attack?"

"What on earth is going on? Is it an illness I don't recognize that's happening?"

Just as Conan was pinching his chin, thinking hard, and analyzing all possible causes of the disease.

Feng Jianche, who had been standing by for a long time, came over and saw Xiao Xin lying on the ground. His face suddenly turned black and he asked helplessly:

"Hey, Shin-chan, what are you doing?"

Without even raising his head, Xiao Xin replied in a muffled voice:

"Playing the dead game."

"when!"

As if he was hit head-on, Conan lost his balance, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground.

After a while, Conan got up from the ground, holding his glasses, and looked at Shin-chan speechlessly.

"I…"

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Nohara Misae would use violence against Shin-chan.

"I was actually deceived by a five-year-old kid."

At this moment, Conan suddenly felt that he was so stupid and naive just now.

He actually analyzed a kid who was playing the game of pretending to be dead.

Then, none of them were on point.

The corners of Conan's mouth twitched wildly, and he suddenly thought of his mother who also loved acting and playing.

It seemed that he had never suffered such a great loss even at the hands of his own mother.

The main reason is that Edogawa Conan himself did not expect that a five-year-old child could play such a weird game and have such good acting skills.

Chapter 70: The drug lord who was played to pieces

Getting up from the ground, Shin-chan stared at Conan with his big black eyes, curiously, and asked doubtfully:

"Conan, what were you doing just now? Do you want to play the dead game too?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Detective Conan had no intention of paying any attention to Shin-chan.

Seeing Xiaoxin get up, Director Jinchuan explained in a panic,

"Look, he's fine. I told you, the gun I was holding was a fake one."

The injustice was finally redressed, and for some reason, Director Jinchuan felt like crying.

The people around were all dumbfounded. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just as everyone fell into silence, a group of people parted the crowd and walked in.

One of the leaders, a fat middle-aged man wearing a brown coat and a bowler hat, asked, "What happened here just now? Why is there such a big commotion?"

Walking to the center of the crowd and standing still, the middle-aged man took out the Sakura Handbook and introduced himself:

"I'm Inspector Megure of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."

"We just received a report of a shooting here and the victim is a child."

"Now you can tell me where the victim is and what happened to him. Has anyone seen what the cruel murderer looks like?"

In the crowd, a middle-aged man was holding up his cell phone. Just as he was about to say something, Xiaoxin interrupted him:

"Uncle police, you are finally here. Someone is trying to kidnap a child."

"What? Someone wants to kidnap children. Who is it?"

A pair of tiger eyes swept across the crowd around.

Groaning inwardly, Director Jinchuan had to bite the bullet and come out to explain: "Inspector Megure 280, you misunderstood. It was just a toy gun. There was no victim. It was just that this child was playing a dead person game and was misunderstood."

Director Jinchuan was filled with despair.