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Shokuhou Misaki had seen a lot of dead people, so it was natural not to be frightened, but the surprise was indeed fleeting.

She cautiously did not touch the dead body sitting on the snow, and let go of the fingers that had already touched the buckle of the handbag—"psychological grasp" is useless to the dead.

Not long after she stopped here, a woman in a thick jacket walked towards the sitting corpse.

"Miyazaki!" The woman walked over with a smile, "Why are you here?"

But the man called Miyazaki didn't respond to her—of course, how could the dead respond to her as naturally as the living?

Seeing that there was no response, the smile on the face of the woman with black shawl gradually disappeared, and instead she frowned.

She stretched out her hand tentatively, and lightly patted Miyazaki on the shoulder... This strength is actually very light, at least not enough to push a grown man down, but Miyazaki fell on the snow like a light reed on the ground.

The black-haired woman who stretched out her hand was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting such an accident to happen.After a moment of daze, she couldn't restrain herself from screaming.

Shokuhou Misaki, who had anticipated the development of the situation, wisely covered her ears before the black-haired woman screamed.Even so, the sharp and extremely high-decibel sound fell into Shokuhou Misaki's ears.

Instead of sparking an avalanche, the scream drew detectives.

For the detectives, the sudden screams are like the inevitable countdown before the performance officially starts. The screams mean that the stage that only belongs to the detectives has kicked off.

……

Misaka Mikoto has been standing on the starting line at the highest point of the ski resort, putting her palms together in front of her forehead to block the glare, so that she can clearly see the appearance of Shokuhou Misaki when she slides down.

To Misaka Mikoto's surprise, Shokuhou Misaki turned out to be pretty good at slippery... At least not like before, when walking on snow, she could trip over her left foot and fall down with her right foot.

It's a pity that the admiration in Misaka Mikoto's heart could not last for a few more seconds.

She watched helplessly as Shokuhou Misaki changed direction forcibly because of the person sitting in front of her while sliding, and then fell down while rolling in a funny posture.

Misaka Mikoto hated that she didn't press the video recording button fast enough to record this historic embarrassing scene of the Queen.

It's no big deal to fall on the snow, the ground is covered with soft snow, and it's a bit cold at best, so Misaka Mikoto didn't think about sliding down to help her up.

It wasn't until she heard a scream that she looked over in astonishment.

——The scream came from the direction where Shokuhou Misaki was.

The screams on the snow field attracted a group of people.

"Miyazaki..." The black-haired woman's face was a little pale, her pupils constricted and trembled slightly because of fright, "He seems...dead?"

The moment he heard the scream, Edogawa Conan, who skied at the limit of human speed, squatted down. He didn't touch the corpse directly, but only looked at Miyazaki's face—his pupils dilated and his face turned blue.

There is no doubt that this is a feature that only corpses can exhibit.

"He has been dead for a while." Edogawa Conan looked serious.

"Lan," Mori Kogoro turned to look at Mao Lilan, "Call the police!"

Mao Lilan has long been familiar with the process of screaming, discovering the body, and calling the police. Before Kogoro Moori could speak, she had already held the phone in her hand and pressed the shortcut that had been set. key to alarm.

Misaka Mikoto reached out and hooked Shokuhou Misaki's fingers, "What's going on?"

"What else can happen?" Shokuhou Misaki pouted, "...a case."

"Miss," Amuro looked at the screaming woman, "do you know the deceased?"

"I'm Tachibana Chiyo, and this Mr. Miyazaki Jun is my younger brother." Tachibana Chiyo seemed very uncomfortable with such a scene, and subconsciously moved away from the place where Miyazaki Jun's body fell to the ground.

"We all live in the village on this mountain..." Tachibana Chiyo explained softly, "The commemorative shops and hotels near the ski resort are run by people from the village."

"I wanted to go skiing this morning, because the weather is good today, and there are not many people right now." Tachibana Chiyo said, and then glanced at Miyazaki Jun's body lightly, as if seeing something terrible. He took his sight back.

"I saw that the person sitting on the snow was Miyazaki, and he ignored me when I called his name, so I walked over and patted him on the shoulder..." Tachibana Chiyo was at a loss when he said this, " But suddenly he fell down."

What she saw was Jun Miyazaki's dead body that had long since lost its vigor and vitality.

"Does this Mr. Miyazaki have any medical history?" Shokuhou Misaki asked.

Tachibana Chiyo seemed shocked only by Jun Miyazaki's sudden death, but he didn't have any idea about the cause of death, let alone whether it might be homicide... Then we have to consider whether the deceased himself had a history of illness .

"How do you know?" Tachibana Chiyo looked very surprised, "Miyazaki does have a serious heart disease."

Mori Kogoro touched his chin, "Then he must have died suddenly?"

"I thought about it...could it be a heart attack?" Tachibana Chiyo said softly.

"If you only look at the footprints, there are only Mr. Miyazaki's footprints on the snow." Mao Lilan stared at the white and flawless snow surface - the footprints stretched all the way, and they were obviously the footprints of one person.

"But isn't it right?" Conan Edogawa pointed to Jun Miyazaki's hat—the hood of the hood was filled with snow, "If Mr. Miyazaki really came alone, there would be no footprints Did you stay?"

"That's true..." Misaka Mikoto nodded, "If he came alone, the snow in the hat just means that it was snowing heavily at that time, if he sat here, the footprints would be covered by the heavy snow, here is There shouldn't be any footprints left."

"This series of footprints can only show one thing," Shokuhou Misaki answered naturally, "Mr. Miyazaki did not come here alone."

"It wasn't suicide, nor did it die of heart disease," Shiliang Zhenchun smiled, "it was homicide."

After she said the word "homicide", Tachibana Chiyo's face showed a mixture of confusion and shock.

"I always feel like I've seen this scene before." Misaka Mikoto looked at the situation in front of her.

They were in a large living room, and on both sides of the coffee table were Miyazaki Jun's three boys and the police sent by the Metropolitan Police Department.

"... Isn't it like this in every murder case?" Shokuhou Misaki asked her suspiciously.

Misaka Mikoto was at a loss for words.

Indeed, almost every murder case in which they were present had this configuration - one unlucky victim, and three suspects, and the murderer basically stayed among these three.

What the detective has to do is to select one of the happy three, and accurately select the real prisoner from the three.

"The culprit is you, Mr. Seto!" Mori Kogoro thought for a while, and quickly locked on the target, pointing to one of the three suspects, "You have long held a grudge against Jun Miyazaki, so you took the opportunity to kill him." he!"

"Very good," Misaka Mikoto nodded, "It seems that the prisoner is not this Mr. Seto, the next thing is to choose one of the two."

Mori Kogoro was treated by Misaka Mikoto as a reverse exclusion method.

I don't know where she caught Shokuhou Misaki's laugh, she just laughed at first, then the smile gradually widened, and finally she couldn't even straighten her waist, she could only hold her stomach and lay on Misaka Mikoto's shoulder.

"...Did I say something funny?" Misaka Mikoto looked very puzzled, but she still put her arms around Shokuhou Misaki's waist, so that Shokuhou Misaki wouldn't get shivering because of laughing Fall softly.

Shokuhou Misaki finally had enough of laughing, and the vibration caused by the chest gradually subsided.She rested her head on Misaka Mikoto's shoulder and neck, and sighed slowly: "In this situation, there is no way to continue skiing."

"You don't call it skiing." Misaka Mikoto calmly corrected Shokuhou Misaki's wrong terminology, "It's more appropriate to describe it as 'rolling'."

"What?!" Shokuhou Misaki's voice seemed muffled, "He's obviously skating well! It's just a little accident...it's like this now."

"Okay, okay," Misaka Mikoto said in a coaxing tone, "I saw that Shokuhou-san's skating is really good!"

After a few seconds of silence, Shokuhou Misaki straightened up quietly, and looked at Misaka Mikoto with a stern face: "Misaka-san, your compliment is really perfunctory—it's better not to speak."

"Speaking of which," Shokuhou Misaki changed the subject, "I said it yesterday at the hot spring, and won't Misaka-san attend the classical music concert during the Christmas celebration?"

"Well... the registration has ended, so it's too late to talk about it now." Misaka Mikoto thought for a while, "And, the solo performance will attract a lot of attention, right? The solo performance at the Tokiwadai Summer Festival is enough. "

"Really." Shokuhou Misaki said softly with a smile, "That's really a pity... I originally wanted to hear Misaka-san play the violin."

……

The day before departure for the hot springs and ski excursion was Friday, which coincided with the deadline for registration for the classical music recital.

The hour of dusk has arrived, and the glowing sunlight slantly reflects the shadows of the buildings, stretching and slender.

The students in the student union who are in charge of registering for the classical music recital are already sorting out books and materials and preparing to leave the classroom.

Suddenly, the door of the activity room was knocked several times.

The person in charge froze for a moment, then said, "Please come in."

"Excuse me, I want to ask one thing." The blond queen said with a smile, "The registration for the classical music concert should not be closed yet, right?"

"Not yet," the person in charge answered while pulling out a registration form, "If you want to register, just fill out this form." She didn't know what kind of mentality it was, and she added, "If it's an ensemble , and just fill out a form.”

The queen took the pen and paper, and wrote two names next to each other in beautiful fonts in the name column.

——Misaka Mikoto, Shokuhou Misaki.