Acting Tips for Conan World

Tamada Kazuo, who rarely comes into contact with these things in daily life, was stunned when he saw something beyond his imagination. Then he reacted quickly, with a few drops of cold sweat on his face because of nervousness and shock.

This is white powder!!!

He snapped shut the package of illegal drugs disguised as a book and threw it into the box. He turned around and wanted to leave quickly, but he bumped into a kind face.

In such a dark library, even the most kind-looking face would appear particularly eerie.

No. 22 slowly tried to squeeze out a kind

A friendly smile, poor acting, but it was just right in this environment. Yutian and Nan were so scared that they sat on the ground and moved back to the cabinet with their hands and feet.

"Did you notice?"

No. 22 asked gently.

Yutian Henan gritted his teeth, tried to stand up, and asked, "Director, are you selling drugs?"

The young man is quite brave. Shouldn't he pretend not to know and run away before calling the police?

"Ah, that's right."

No. 22 readily admitted it, glanced at the group message, and found that the drug enforcement police from the Organized Crime Countermeasures Department called by 03 had just arrived downstairs and were making plans for the assault, so he decided to delay for a while before turning against him.

After all, this ID card has old arms and legs and still attracts fans. Even if he brings a lighter steel pipe, he probably can't catch up with a younger and healthier guy like Yutian Henan for a few steps. He can't beat him without a sneak attack. If he is killed by him by accident, the B-status of childhood trauma will be gone.

Seeing that the curator did not hurt him, Yutian Henan became bolder and said, "Why would you do such a thing!"

He coughed and pretended to be pitiful: "I have my own reasons. When I was playing cards with a friend, I drank the tea he bought without any precautions. As a result, I became addicted to drugs. I spent all my money on buying cocaine. I had no other choice but to do this!"

Yutian Henan believed it. After all, the curator was a good person. He had a good temper, never got angry easily, and was always gentle in dealing with people. "Even so, you can't do such a thing... Curator, I will go with you to surrender!"

“Turn yourself in? If you turn yourself in, you won’t have money to support your fans.” No. 22’s eyes widened, as if it was the end of the world.

"Eh?" Tamada Kazuo frowned in confusion, unable to understand his logic. "If you don't have money to take drugs, why don't you just quit? Drugs have already bankrupted you, the director!!"

No. 22 sighed, and a familiar tingling sensation went up from his spine to the top of his head.

“I can’t quit.”

Chapter 31 Death of a Drug Dealer

Tamada Kazuo still insisted, "I will stay with you, Director! Don't give up--"

"I told you I can't quit!"

No. 22 yelled loudly and covered his face in annoyance.

He himself has absolutely never taken drugs, and would never touch such a damn thing in his life.

But the ID card used to suck.

Even though I have never tasted that flavor, my body remembers that soul-stirring pleasure.

The body that cannot get that pleasure is restless and craving all the time. It instigates the brain, attacks the rationality, and tells how much it cannot live without that thing.

Number 22 is not a saint with great perseverance.

Once, the itching was so unbearable that he took out a packet of white powder with trembling hands.

What stopped him was not his mechanical reason, not his mountain-like willpower, nor how tenacious his resistance was.

It was just because he stared at it for a long time and found that he didn't know how to suck it.

He tilted his head, in pain and despair, "How can I quit this?"

If the forbidden wife she played last time had no acting skills and it was purely the plot that shocked those people, this time in No. 22 she has indeed played the role of a drug addict who cannot turn back to the fullest.

Is this what experience is all about?

It’s better not to experience this kind of thing.

No. 22 laughed softly and looked into Yutian and Nan's eyes with hope. "Yutian, you won't tell anyone about this, will you? You won't tell the police about this, will you?"

Tamada Kazuo took a deep breath and looked away. "If I say I won't tell the police about this, will you believe me?"

No. 22 smiled sincerely, "Yutian always keeps his word, of course I believe you, Yutian!"

"Then why have you kept your hands behind your back from the beginning and never taken them out?"

Tamada Kazuo randomly picked up a hardcover book from the cabinet behind him and looked at No. 22 nervously, "What are you holding in your hand? I'm afraid that if I relax a little, I will die!"

No. 22 was stunned. This guy is not stupid. Why was he killed by the librarian in the original work?

He maintained a sincere expression, took out the more than one-meter-long steel rod from his back, and pretended to throw it away, "...what I said is true. Yutian always keeps his word, he is kind and upright, so I trust Yutian very much."

He raised the steel rod. It was his first time beating someone up so he didn't dare to hit him on the head. So he smashed it hard on Yutian Henan's shoulder. "I believe you will tell the police!"

Yutian Kazuo lifted up the hardcover book and rushed forward, deflecting the force of the steel rod and running downstairs desperately, with No. 22 chasing closely behind him.

Just as they were about to reach the first floor, Yutian Henan's feet suddenly slipped and he fell flat on his face - his leather shoes slipped!

He struggled hard to stand up, but the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

He looked at the corridor floor.

The dark figure slowly raised his long black shadow.

At that moment of life and death, he suddenly thought of his wife who would wait for him to call and prepare dinner every night after get off work.

He tried his best to prop up his arms and dodge to the side, "I still don't want to die!!!"

"boom!"

"Den!"

The bullet fired from the muzzle hit the steel rod in No. 22's hand accurately, causing it to fly out of his hand.

"Don't move, police!"

No. 22 opened his lifeless eyes, looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and raised his hands.

[Librarian [22]: Finally he’s here! I’m so relieved! If the police hadn’t come, I would have only seen this guy on the top of the elevator.

Public Security Undercover [03]: Well, as an informant like me, it’s hard for me to control the time. After I provide the time and place, I can’t do anything about it.

Triple Agent [01]: I am different. You can choose any time and I can send you to see God.

Triple Agent[01]: Personalized service, you deserve it!

Librarian [22]: It’s : now. Is it okay to die at :?

Triple Agent[01]: No problem

Librarian [22]: Pick a lucky number. I hope my next ID card will be more relaxed and not do anything dangerous. I hope I can be younger, male or female, no lover, no big breasts.

Public Security Secret Agent [03]: You are asking for a lot. 】

No. 22 was pressed against the wall and handcuffed with silver bracelets, and he sighed inexplicably.

These are all lessons learned.

No. 22 was under special guard. The anti-drug police were carrying the white powder out little by little and putting it on the scale to measure the weight. No. 22 had nothing to do, so he watched and helped count.

A book weighs almost one kilogram, which means a book weighs at least thirty-five years.

a hundred years.

Two hundred years.

Three hundred years.

Four hundred years...

After counting to a point beyond his mental arithmetic ability, he looked up at the clock on the wall and said, "It's eight fifty-five."

The young drug enforcement police officer looked at him sharply, "What's wrong with 8:55? Is it the time for some transaction? Confess and you will be treated leniently, resist and you will be treated severely. If you can confess important clues, you may be able to get a reduced sentence!"

ten,

nine,

Eight.

No. 22 grinned, gestured with his chin, and pointed to his chest.

"What do you mean?" The young drug enforcement police officer frowned.

three,

two,

一

"call out--"

The sniper bullet instantly pierced through No. 22's head. His consciousness was instantly strengthened, and his soul floated out from the corpse, condensing into the appearance of a male college student with a few pimples on his face.

"Wow."

He watched the drug enforcement officers raise their guns and look for the sniper outside the window. It was not until he saw the young drug enforcement officer take out the piece of paper with the online identity, address and contact information written on it from his chest pocket that No. 22 returned to the system space with satisfaction.

【Triple Agent[01]：How is it?

Triple Agent[01]: My skills.

Identity to be extracted [22]: Not bad. The last time I committed suicide, I struggled for a long time before dying. Although the pain was reduced, it was still painful. This time it was very fast. I didn’t even feel any pain before I died.

Public Security Secret Line [03]: This is called professionalism! 】

After chatting for a while, these two classmates both had boyfriends, so they just chatted casually. After No. 22 received double thanks as a merit package, Xukong washed his hands and opened the system's identity extraction.

The first card you draw is the gender card, which doesn’t matter. What’s important is the identity that comes after it. Just draw number 22 at random.

[System: Determine that student 22's gender is unknown.]

Ok?

Number 22 fell in deep, deep, deep.

meditation.

Chapter 32: Hasty

"Is this why you had to call me here?"

Natsuno Sosuke squatted on the ground with a tense face, staring at the grass in front of him.

The lush green grass swayed in the wind. One of the blades of grass that was swaying particularly coquettishly had a conspicuous [22] on its head.

Natsuno Sosuke couldn't hold it in any longer, and laughed loudly, holding his stomach, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

【Cao Cao Cao Cao[22]: Stop laughing!

Lesson 06 Newbie []: Let me take a breath first... Can it be turned into grass? No wonder you have been so secretive these past few days and refused to tell me how the name of this grass came about. It turns out it is really grass grass grass grass -

Newbie in Lesson 06[]: Damn, I almost choked from laughing.

Cao Cao Cao Cao [22]: (▼plate▼#)

Newbie in Lesson 06 []: Hahaha, why didn’t you just stay here? Why did you change your mind and ask me to come over?

Cao Cao Cao Cao [22]: It's getting a bit boring to keep looking at the same scenery here... and do you see that tuft of hair on the top of my head?

Lesson 06 Newbie []: I saw that a few leaves were broken off.

Cao Cao Cao Cao [22]: Yesterday a rabbit came and gnawed at my head, which made me feel cold. I endured it until someone passed by and stepped on me.

Newbie in Lesson 06[]: Hahahahahahahahaha!

Cao Cao Cao Cao [22]: Stop laughing! Did you bring the flower pot?

Newbie of Lesson 06 []: I brought it, hahahaha. 】

Natsuno Sosuke took out a flowerpot, but since he didn't bring one, he had to dig with his bare hands.

[Caocaocaocao[22]: Stop, stop, stop... You've dug up my roots!]

Natsuno Sosuke expanded the digging range a little bit, and dug out several grasses. Then he picked out No. 22 and planted it in a flowerpot.

"Tick."

As the first drop of rain fell, a drizzle began to fall in the woods, and then it got heavier and heavier.

Natsuno Sosuke held the number 22 on his head to block the rain, "How can it rain on such a sunny day?"

【草草草草[22]: Didn’t you check the weather forecast before you went out? Also, don’t use flower pots to catch rain! I’ll drown!!!

Newbie in Lesson 06 []: You are a weed that cannot be drowned, right?