[Conan] Days at the Distillery Technical School

The next day, it really snowed heavily and closed the mountain.

Before Zhu Xing went out, he mentioned: "If I don't come back before four o'clock in the afternoon, try to contact me."

The stronger the wind and snow, the signal will be affected. It is unimaginable what accidents will happen in such bad weather.

Fujima Satoshi stayed in front of the fireplace in the ski villa for a long time, sat for a while, and saw that it was four o'clock.

Turned on the phone, and sure enough there was no signal.

She stood up and went out with plenty of food and water.

Walking towards the depths of the snowstorm, step by step, in the raging snowstorm.

No signal is the worst thing. The only thing she can do is to follow the traces of cars to find it.

...

Mihua Town, Mumazhuang Apartment.

Toru Amuro, who came back from get off work, learned that Satoshi Fujima had gone on a mission in Nagano Prefecture, so he asked one more question: "Snow Mountain?"

Zhu Fu Jingguang recalled the word she vaguely mentioned before going out, and replied: "It seems to be Mt. Chengan."

Amuro's heart suddenly became cold, and he repeated it in disbelief.

Seeing his expression, Zhu Fu Jingguang raised his heart suddenly: "What happened to Mount Cheng'an?"

"...An avalanche at Norikuradake Ski Resort, an hour ago."

The shop where Toru Amuro works part-time will play music broadcasts, and emergency news will also be interrupted.

After trying a lot of phone calls—

"Can I get in touch now?"

"still can not."

"……go?"

"...Let's go."

...

Mt. Norikura, Matsumoto City, Nagano Prefecture.

The avalanche has stopped for an hour. Although there are still fine pieces of snow falling one after another, it is generally safe.

Zhu Xing took a big look at the sky, it was already getting dark.

He originally wanted to walk directly back to the ski villa, but when he thought of the words he said before going out, he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

What he meant was to let her try to contact him, not to let her come out to find him, and he was using her car, and the wind and snow were so strong, so he probably wouldn't come out to find him.

Although he thought it was impossible, he gave up the idea of ​​going back to the ski villa, and decided to take a look at the car submerged in the snow first.

Walking back to the scene covered by the collapsed snow, Zhu Xingda stopped in his tracks.

In the white and quiet snowy field, the black roof of the car has been exposed, the glass windows of the car are also exposed in the air, and the remaining half of the car body is still deep in the deep snow.

The feeling of uneasiness spread to all limbs and all nerve endings of the whole body.

Zhu Xingda headed towards the place where the car was buried. There were still new footprints and traces of human activities on the snow there. Obviously, the car that should have been completely buried was dug a big hole by people to reveal the roof. of.

The snow is still falling slowly, covering and covering up the sunken snow traces bit by bit.

But those traces were too obvious to be ignored.

Starting from the side of the car, all the way, spreading.

Boundless fear and anxiety seized his heart, like a white snowy field, making him almost unable to breathe.

Follow the traces all the way.

"The stars are big! The stars are big! The stars..."

It was a very quiet and hoarse call.

Zhu Xingda stood not far behind her, listening to her shoveling the snow all the way in the completely silent snow field while calling his name in an almost inaudible hoarse voice.

Very inopportunely, he remembered a rescue dog competition he had once seen.

The dedicated and extremely confident search and rescue dog stands in front of the obstacle, looking for the smell of people, and once it smells it, it starts to bark as a signal, barking once like a siren.

They won't stop until the trainer tells them to stop, and some search and rescue dogs even turn their heads to look at the previous obstacle before running to the next obstacle.

Later, the voice of the search and rescue dog will gradually become hoarse, not so loud, but still powerful and firm.

If a trapped person hears such a loud or hoarse bark in a desperate situation, the hope of life will burn through the body, and at the same time bring a great sense of security and comfort.

...

She blinked, trying to shake the snow off her eyelashes.

She has found the car, and she should not be far away. If she is still alive, she should respond.

If he is still alive, he should... be saved.

"Turn back," a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her.

She froze for a moment.

"Turn back!" The voice was tearing.

She turned her head, her cheeks were flushed with cold, and a thin layer of snow fell on her eyelashes.

The person she was looking for stood not far behind her, looking at her with tightly pursed lips, and the wind and snow gradually grew around him.

"It's great to find you," Fujima Satoshi stood up and said with a smile, but his voice was hoarse and weak and was drowned in the whimpering mountain wind.

He came over.

She looked at her watch, her voice was soft and hoarse: "I'm still thinking about it, I'll give up after half an hour."

"do not speak."

...

Zhu Xingda reached out to wipe the snowflakes off her hat, and then helped her put her bag on her back, but when she was about to pick her up, she dodged.

His movement was exactly the movement of hugging him by the waist, she predicted his movement, and quickly took a step back.

He whispered, "Do you still have the strength to go?"

She nodded.

He took her hand and walked towards the ski villa against the wind and snow in the gradually darkening sky.

"I'm eating, I can't die..."

"do not speak!"

"..."

Another way to go.

"My voice has recovered a bit, listen." She sounded quite happy.

He was a little annoyed, and he pulled her closer to him until the tip of his nose touched, his forehead collided, and his eyes met.

The exhaled hot breath raised a white mist in the raging wind and snow.

His eyes turned on her purple and white lips, and he moved closer, but suddenly remembered something, his breath became short of breath, and finally let her go.

"If you talk again, I'll throw away all the snacks in your bag." He had a cold face.

She nodded obediently.

Don't throw the snacks, don't throw the snacks please.

...

Her hand was so cold that there was no warmth at all. He held her hand tightly, trying to transmit the warmth to her.

The sky had completely darkened, but the silent Xueye was white and dazzling.

When approaching the ski villa, Zhu Xingda reluctantly covered Tomotomo Fujima's icy hands with warmth.

Quietly walking side by side in the wind and snow, one foot deep and the other shallow.

He suddenly remembered how desperate she was when she jumped to the top of the building to save others;

Suddenly remembered the hazy tears in her eyes when she killed the mission target;

She suddenly remembered her strange habit of visiting the cemetery.

Those fragmented images overlapped with her figure in the snow field.

Zhu Xingda turned his head slightly, looking at her side face through the snowy color.

Maybe he should trust his instincts, maybe he should trust:

She is -- such a person who values ​​other people's lives more than anyone else.

...

Back to the ski cottage.

"Don't you have common sense? People buried for more than 45 minutes after an avalanche have a survival rate of only 20.00%." ​​Zhu Xingda handed over a cup of hot water.

He thought: ... But this idiot, she has been looking for it for two hours.

But she thought: until no one is confirmed dead, she will continue to search, she has brought enough food and water, and she can guarantee her own safety.

Raising his head, Fujima Satoshi glanced at Zhu Xingda.

Zhu Xingda felt that her expression was a bit strange, so he bent down to test her forehead.

Putting his hand on her cold forehead, he was silent for a long time before he said, "Does your head hurt again?"

Zhu Xingda only knows that the problem of headache is that Fujima Satoshi will suffer from it every time his physical strength and mental strength are close to exhaustion, but he doesn't know, and he dare not imagine: whether she has been silently enduring the tearing pain, Look for him in life, training, and in the ice and snow.

She skipped the topic and said instead: "Zhu Xingda, you pay for my car."

The rye whiskey specified that there was a car fault buff on him, otherwise why would his own car be sent for repairs, and her new car was also buried by an avalanche?

... Xiaozhi Fund is crying, Zhu Xingda, won't your conscience hurt?

Zhu Xingda smiled faintly: "It will be paid."

...

at night.

Zhu Xingda lifted a corner of the quilt and lay down in it.

"Still cold?" he asked.

I'm sorry, because of him, I froze the little curly who wanted to hug the fireplace to sleep, her cheeks were purple and her hands were red and swollen.

Fujima Satoshi was a little confused: "Wait..."

The voice was hoarse and weak from tired vocal cords.

He pulled her into his arms, wrapped his arms around her body, and said softly, "Don't talk, treat me like a fireplace."

……

Are you comparable to a fireplace? ? ?

Her voice is hoarse, and it's not easy to follow this flow.rascal.Arguing can only be shown with actions: she tried to break free, but his arms held her tightly like iron;

She exhaled heavily, kicked him secretly, and he remained motionless;

She was so angry that she stretched out her hand to tickle him.

He couldn't help it, his body trembled slightly, he laughed in a low voice, a slight resonance came from his chest, and then he reprimanded her in a cold tone: "Don't move—"

After struggling for an unknown amount of time, she finally couldn't resist the drowsiness, her tired body relaxed, and she fell asleep peacefully.

But he didn't feel sleepy. He opened his eyes in the dark and looked at the sleeping little curly hair in his arms who hugged him tightly to protect him. Her breath was long and light, and it felt itchy on his chest.

【My... little search and rescue dog...】

【Why we are born against each other...】

The author has something to say:

Can anyone kindly inform Mama Ling and Mama Jing, who have arrived in Nagano at this time, but have not yet contacted their daughter due to signal problems: There is a hooligan who got under the covers...

Let me tell Gin's mother by the way: The small stove you opened for Xiao Crispy has become an opportunity for others to take advantage...

In addition, the "Search and Rescue Dog Jack" at station b is true and weeping