Mishima was captivated from the very beginning of the story, because Xu San's description was so real and graphic. Just the beginning captivated Mishima.
Then, of course, they were changed based on imagination. Conan was replaced by the only son of a big family, Xiaolan was replaced by the only daughter of a martial arts family, and Hattori was replaced by the second generation X.
The theatrical version is two hours long, but it would take twice as long to figure it out clearly. Moreover, such temporary changes to the script require constant patching.
Fortunately, Mishima was familiar with Kyoto and would sometimes give Xu San some tips and correct mistakes.
Halfway through the story, Xu San couldn't continue editing.
This script is so fucking difficult to write. The times are different and the characters are of different ages. Taking a script and forcing it on a matryoshka, the key point is that the audience is still two Japanese people.
At this time, Xu San suddenly felt that he should be grateful for the cultural invasion of Japan. Without those free anime, the secret would have been exposed long ago.
"Why don't you talk about it?" Mishima was already involved in the drama. When he saw that Xu San stopped talking about it halfway through, he felt a little worried, eager to know the follow-up development as soon as possible.
"Take a break, I need to think about the story behind." Xu San explained after taking a sip of water.
"Okay, Xu Sang, let's take a rest. This story is very interesting. Although I haven't finished telling it, I have found some clues and I need to sort them out." Mishima said and drank a glass of wine. "But Xu Sang's My memory is so good. You can still remember such a long story clearly. I want to ask, is this story true?"
Of course it's fucking bullshit. This bad script has been changed so much that I don't even know how it will end.
"I don't know, the story comes from life, maybe part of it is true!" Xu San said with a careless eye.
Fujita Okiwako who was on the side nodded in particular and pondered for a moment: "I know Genji Hotaru's band of thieves, but they not only steal Buddha statues, but also treasures. And Hattori Heiji is also suspicious?"
"Why is he suspicious?" Xu San asked curiously, because Hattori Heiji is a member of the protagonist's family and friends in Conan, so how could he be suspicious?
"Because his surname is Hattori!" Fujita answered neatly and without any hesitation.
But seeing Mishima and Xu San both looking at him blankly, he added: "Iga-ryu is good at disguise, and Hattori is their main branch."
Just one surname can remind you of so many things. It seems that this Tengtian is also involved in a lot of dramas.
Xu San thought for a while and asked about a legend that was circulated on the Internet in later generations: "Is every generation of Iga-ryu leader named Hanzo?"
"No, this is a rumor. It was spread by the Iga people themselves. The purpose is to hide the true identity of their ninja. But your teacher even knows this rumor. It seems... he is not that good. try to find."
"Of course I know this, that's why I asked Mishima Taijun to help."
After listening to Fujita Oki's words, Xu San felt that he had gained a little more knowledge. It turned out that the leader of the ninja was not called "Shadow", but "Head".
Speaking of ninjas, Xu San thought of another question, isn't Fan Ji in the Fujita group?
Isn't this Tengada Chong the leader of the Fujita team?
"I think there's something wrong with that garden?" Mishima suddenly spoke up and expressed his opinion.
However, he saw Xu San and Fujita shaking their heads in unison.
"I don't doubt that she is the murderer, I think she is very similar to my eldest sister. Maybe Xu Sang, your teacher knows my eldest sister and used her prototype to write this story." Mishima finished speaking with seriousness. 's nodded.
It's good. You don't have to work hard to make it up yourself. It seems that the half-telling of the story is enough for the two of them to ponder for a while.
"That Hattori Heiji..."
“Crack!
Halfway through Fujita's words, the door to Xu San's house was violently pushed open again.
A Japanese soldier came in.
The Japanese soldiers were about to speak, but when they saw Oki Fujita sitting on the bed, his face turned green with fright: "Instructor Fujita!"
Fujita was very angry. Although brats often did this kind of thing in China, the break-in this time interrupted his thoughts, which were clearly coherent, but ended up in chaos.
"idiot!"
He got off the kang and put on his shoes, and kicked the Japanese away with one kick.
The little devil flew very beautifully, flying in an arc from the inner room to the outer room, and crashed into a broken table in the outer room.
The little devil was very resistant to being beaten. He got up immediately after landing and ran to Fujita. "Hi!" After saying this, a stream of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the little devil being beaten, Xu Sanle asked, "Taijun Mishima, do you still remember how we met?"
"Haha, remember, remember! I still remember Xu Sang had that kind of hobby."
"That's not a special hobby. What you saw that time was the girl from Fengwei Lane. We were playing role-playing."
"Role playing? There are so many Naros! It turns out Xu Sang is so good at playing." Mishima touched his chin, feeling that the door to a new world had been opened.
The kid is still lowering his head and waiting to be beaten, but the phrase "Instructor Fujita" shows that Fujita Oki's identity is very unusual. Although Fujita's military rank is that he is a first-class private, he is not as high as the Japanese soldier in front of him, but he looks like a Japanese soldier. Sadly, you know this is the result of years of oppression.
Xu San got off the ground and walked up to the Japanese: "Your name is Taijun, are you here to see me? What's the matter?"
The Japanese glanced at Xu San and said, "My name is Shui Quanhou. This time, on the order of Colonel Yamamoto, I asked Mr. Xu San to do a translation job."
"Is this a military order, or is it Yamamoto's personal intention?" Fujita asked out loud.
The Japanese soldier's expression changed slightly, because he didn't know. He just knew that Yamamoto wanted him to call Xu San over as an interpreter, but he didn't say whether it was a military order or a personal behavior.
"Pah!" Fujita slapped him across the mouth.
"Hi!"
The Japanese soldier felt miserable. He said to himself, "Dare I ask?" Whether it was military orders or Colonel Yamamoto's personal behavior, I had to obey unconditionally.
"I'd better go with the Taijun. Don't embarrass the Taijun."
After listening to Xu San's words, the Japanese glanced at Xu San gratefully.
"Huh, that's disappointing!" Fujita snorted coldly.
"Maybe it's military affairs, Fujita-kun. We've almost eaten and should go back." Mishima picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then got up and got off the bed.
"Do I need to change clothes?" Xu San asked Shuiquan.
Damn, can you ask a few less questions? Just follow me.
The Japanese lowered his head and looked at Fujita out of the corner of his eye, hoping that he would not be beaten again, because this beater was too cruel, and two of his ribs were broken with just that kick.
When the Japanese soldier didn't answer, Xu San said, "I'd better change my clothes and go."
After sending Mishima and Fujita away, Xu San said to the Japanese soldiers: "Taijun, don't you know where we are going?"
Xu San still doesn't know the location of Yamamoto's special team, so he wants to take this opportunity to find out.
"Just follow along." Guizibing was quite polite this time, because he saw Xu San having a drink with Fujita, so he didn't dare to offend him.
