I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

Following the development of the plot, Guangyou became more and more certain. This is the adaptation of yesterday's events.

The program team directly overturned the original naive color script and changed it into a play in play, and it was still an adaptation of real events.

This time, as long as the program team is not stupid, go for a wave of enthusiasm, it will be able to become popular.

In this era, there are no online games and no video sites. Basically everyone gathers together to watch TV after dinner.

According to this situation, the fire will sooner or later.

"Isn't this what happened to us yesterday?"

Xiaolan was eating and watching TV. She also recognized the plot on the TV.

"Yes, the director said that he went back and had a dream yesterday." Uncle Maori explained while drinking wine, "He dreamed that he adapted yesterday's event and made a program, and it went viral."

"Then it changed?"

When Kwangyou heard the story behind this, he also sighed a little mysterious.

"Yes, we were a little surprised when we arrived at the shooting site in the morning and received the news."

Uncle Maori just sipped the food and nodded, "But because it happened, it was more convenient to act, and we finished filming soon."

At this time, the plot of the show has reached the stage of Uncle Maori's reasoning.

Yes, the role of Uncle Moori in this show is Kogoro Moori, that is, he plays himself.

Another male role playing Feng Jian Lianghui also troubled Mr. Maori, who was played by Mr. Maori.

Then Uncle Maori reasoned wildly and was ridiculed.

At this scene, Uncle Maori couldn't help but say: "Did you see it? My acting skills of Kogoro Maori are not superficial."

Guangyou twitched the corners of his mouth, acting as himself, can it be...

Then, Kogoro Mori fell into a deep sleep in the play, and there was a wave of extreme facial slaps.

There is artistic processing in this section, after all, it is a show, the purpose is to make people enjoy watching.

After the reasoning, "Feng Jian Lianghui" had no light on his face and basically offended the actors present.

Including the scene of cursing Xiaoai, the crew also restored it.

Guangyou snorted coldly, and said inwardly: "Humph, I'm still a little lighter."

The original words were too vicious, and the director has changed his lines, but Guangyou still regrets that his hands were too light.

The motive for committing the crime became because "Feng Jian Lianghui" fought against "Nan Yun Shen Qing", so his father "Nan Yun Xiao" came out to retaliate.

The rest of the plot is similar to the case that happened yesterday.

Because the three of Guangyou have experienced it personally, they are not particularly interested in the plot except for the awkward reasoning part of Uncle Maori.

"How is it, do you have any impressions?"

Uncle Maori looked calm, but the unstoppable rise of the corners of his mouth betrayed his inner thoughts.

"Very good, especially the embarrassing part of you, Dad."

Xiao Lan said frankly, "It's just like the real thing."

Guangyou nodded in agreement. After all, he played himself, and he felt that Uncle Maori was really embarrassed at that time.

Having said that, if Uncle Maori is as impressive as those in the previous life said, his acting skills are definitely not bad...

"After all, it's Kogoro Maori, acting as a piece of cake."

After drinking, Uncle Maori's narcissistic nature became more obvious.

He took a sip of his beer, his cheeks glowing slightly red, and said, "It wasn't me who was blowing. If I hadn't been a police officer, I would have become a big star."

Xiao Lan also smiled helplessly, and said, "Well, daddy, you are the best."

Guangyou listened to Uncle Maori's boasting, silently swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

Then he asked: "Conan, do you see anything?"

Conan also raised his head pretentiously. After watching for a while, he shook his head and said, "There is nothing on the ceiling."

"Do not."

Guangyou shook his head, looked down at Conan, and said in a serious tone, "I saw a large herd of cows flying in the sky."

"What are you kid talking about?"

Uncle Maori narrowed his eyes and knocked on the table, "Is there anything wrong with me?"

"No!"

Guangyou took a look at the table and said with a serious expression, "Uncle, if you go to act, you will definitely break out of the island country and enter the world. You must be the Oscar actor!"

"Ahem..."

Uncle Maori raised the corners of his mouth, coughed a few times, stretched out his hand and pressed it down, "Low-key, how I educate you, be a little low-key..."

"I'm stuffed."

Guangyou hurriedly finished his last meal, stood up, and went back to the room.

Back in the room, Guangyou sat down by the desk, opened the desk drawer, and reached out to take out one of the thickest notebooks.

"By the way, I haven't touched it in a long time."

Guangyou reached out and stroked the cover of the book, "In fact, I don't want to take it out."

There is no decoration on the black cover and it looks very inconspicuous.

Turning to the first page of the book, looking at the words on it, he smiled helplessly.

"As soon as I saw this word, I thought of..."

Guangyou continued to flip through the notebook while muttering.

Seeing the full framed pictures on each page, ripples also appeared in his heart: "It's all memories and tears..."

When he turned to one of the pages, he couldn't help but cursed: "Jingye xx, what a nasty businessman."

He seemed to have forgotten everything and was so immersed in the contents of this notebook that he didn't pay attention to Conan when he came to him.

"What are you looking at?"

Conan's voice directly caused Guangyou to close the notebook.

"Are you a cat?"

Guangyou held his chest and took a breath, "Don't you know how scary people are?"

Conan shrugged and said he was innocent: "I knocked on the door, you didn't hear it."

Guangyou put the book back in the drawer: "Okay, I blamed you."

Conan waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

He was a little curious about the book Guangyou just now, so he asked, "What's in that book?"

"For me, this is a book of demons."

Guangyou chuckled lightly, and the arc of his mouth was a little self-deprecating, "You still don't know what's inside."

"The Book of Devil?"

Conan became more curious, but Guangyou's current attitude was obviously not to let him touch, and he couldn't say much.

So he had to ask, "Is it that scary? It's all related to the devil."

"In a way, it can predict the future, allowing you to hold part of the sand of time."

Guangyou smiled mysteriously, got up and left the desk, "Isn't this something the devil would do?"

Conan listened to the inexplicable words, did not understand at all, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Get it for yourself, don't read it anyway."

Guangyou waved at him, and took the change of clothes that had been prepared aside with the other hand and walked out the door, "I'm going to take a bath, you are curious about that book, for now, that book is not good for you. ."

"Oh."

Conan responded and turned his head and glanced at the drawer, seemingly tangled.

After a while, he sighed: "Forget it..."