The prop master once again upheld the virtue of gentlemen using words instead of fists and muttered, "These high schoolers have nothing better to do than cause trouble everywhere!"
"Alright, alright, how did you start arguing after just a few words?" The director hurriedly changed the subject. "Time's tight. Let's film the next take."
A small disturbance seemed to settle down without a sound.
There had been a little unpleasantness, but the high schoolers had actually encountered quite a few oddballs like that before.
Rather than getting worked up over the prop master, their attention had already shifted entirely elsewhere.
The three high school girls watched the crew and huddled together, whispering, "Come to think of it, this film crew's atmosphere feels a little off. There's an actor who hooks up everywhere, and a sharp-tongued prop master... Back when we ran into cases, didn't the victims always include people like that?"
Suzuki Sonoko was more optimistic. She stroked her chin, thought carefully, and shook her head. "It should be fine! Back then, there was only one obnoxious person, but now there are two. And there are so many people in this crew—I don't think a case is likely to happen."
Mouri Ran compared the present to their past experiences and was successfully persuaded. Her tense expression relaxed. "Haha, that's true."
However, when Toyama Kazuha heard the words "so many people," she suddenly remembered something. She turned to look at Hattori Heiji, hesitating to speak. Even with lots of people around, it isn't necessarily safe...
But then she reconsidered it. Heiji merely ran into more minor incidents than usual—catching thieves, robberies, assault cases, and the like. Even if they had been unlucky these past few days, they were at a Shrine now. And Sonoko made a lot of sense—there were