will-o'-the-wisp.
To put it simply, it is phosphorescence.
Only some people believe in secular superstitions. They think that the green phosphorescence that appears between cemeteries and the countryside is fire lit by ghosts, but it is actually a very common natural phenomenon.
Fujiwara Yu turned his head to look at the blizzard outside the window. How could ghost lights appear for no reason in such weather? There were no graves near Beibing Village, so the possibility of a natural phenomenon like ghost lights occurring was almost non-existent.
He rolled his eyes and asked:
"Can I ask when you first saw this will-o'-the-wisp?"
"It was about an hour ago? I don't remember clearly... I really saw a will-o'-the-wisp in the valley behind the glacier. It must be the lantern carried by the Snow Yaksha!" The old villager was obviously a bit superstitious. He was convinced that what he saw was a will-o'-the-wisp, and even related to the Snow Yaksha.
Fujiwara Yu and Yamato Gansuke did not point out the old man's superstition. After expressing their gratitude, they did not disturb the old man to rest and turned around and returned to Himuro Annex. Before leaving, Hayami Reika did not forget to say goodbye to the old man politely.
"Takashi, do you think this murderer will continue?"
When Fujiwara Yu heard Yamato Gansuke's question, he couldn't help but look up at the blizzard that showed no sign of stopping. He rubbed his ears, which had no feeling, and said with a wry smile:
"...Who knows? But if the snowstorm doesn't stop, the Hokkaido police won't be able to get here. Hey, Hayami, you better keep up, don't let the Snow Yasha abduct you."
After hearing this, Hayami Reika was like a frightened little rabbit. She ran hurriedly to the position between the two of them. The way she looked around showed that she was really afraid that Snow Yasha would suddenly appear.
Yamato Gansuke glanced speechlessly at Takagi Sosuke, who was deliberately joking to ease the atmosphere. It seemed that his idea was the same as his own. The murderer's purpose was probably not that simple.
"By the way, I remember that the plane crash related to Himuro Kazusei happened in Nagano Prefecture, right? As a police officer in Nagano Prefecture, you should know something about this accident, right?" Fujiwara Yu suddenly remembered that there was someone here who knew something about the accident, so he didn't have to bother White.
Yamato Gansuke nodded. He did know about this matter, but it was not because the client specifically investigated it, but because a senior police officer whom he admired very much told him.
So when he talked about the plane accident, he looked a little lonely:
"Ten years ago, Himuro Kazusei's plane crashed in the mountains of Nagano Prefecture. My senior police officer was assigned to a makeshift search party... According to him, the scene was littered with wreckage and the bodies of the passengers. It was a nightmare scene.
A few passengers were miraculously saved at the time, including Himuro Kazusei. However, he subsequently retired from painting, concealing his burns with exaggerated masks and sunglasses, and even stopped interacting with others.
Being able to survive a plane crash can indeed be described as a "miracle".
Hayami Reika, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but say:
"I remember that after that, Master Himuro stopped painting, sold all his previous works one by one, and lived quietly in Beibing Village. But... didn't the old man just say that he didn't live here often? I always feel that's strange."
"It's really strange. Himuro Kazusei was originally a very solitary person. His photos were rarely published in magazines, and he rarely met with art dealers in person. But he would not sell his paintings aggressively. In a telephone interview, he once said that his paintings were priceless and therefore he was unwilling to sell them."
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but feel strange when he heard this. Could the difference between a person before and after be so big?
Besides, most painters are a little crazy at heart. After experiencing such an accident, they will usually work harder to create paintings, and may even express their feelings about surviving the disaster through paintings.
But what did Himuro Kazusei do? He chose to stop painting and sell all the paintings he didn't want to sell.
It's really weird.
Fujiwara Yuu didn't like to miss any possibility. Even if he couldn't confirm that the plane accident was directly related to the case, he would investigate as long as there was a possibility. He turned his head to look at Yamato Gansuke and entrusted him:
"Yamato, can you contact your colleagues?"
"Why, you want to find out who were the survivors of the plane accident?"
"Yes, please."
Yamato Gansuke originally planned to go back and call, but he was a little impatient, so he simply took out his cell phone and called Uehara Yui, not knowing whether she could answer his call at this time.
After a few seconds of busy tone, the call that was thought to have no hope of being connected was finally connected. A somewhat confused voice came from the other end of the phone. It was obvious that Uehara Yui was still asleep and was woken up by the ringing of the phone.
"Um... Ah Gan, what do you want from me so late at night?"
Ah Gan?
Fujiwara Yu, who was close enough, almost laughed out loud when he heard this name. He didn't expect that Yamato Gansuke had such a nickname. The girl on the other end of the phone must have a complicated relationship with him.
Yamato Gansuke felt a little sorry, and he said briefly:
"Uehara, could you please help me investigate the plane accident that happened ten years ago? The one that happened to Himuro Ikki. Could you help me find out who the survivors are?"
"Huh? Why are you suddenly looking into this?" As the client's first client, Uehara Yui naturally knew why Yamato had dared to rush to Hokkaido. Her intuition was sharp, and she asked, "Is Himuro Issei's transformation related to this accident?"
"Don't worry about it. Give me the information after you finish the investigation at work tomorrow. Now have a good rest. Ahem, I don't want to see a panda in the office when I come back from a business trip." Yamato Gansuke said a little awkwardly. He noticed the meaningful look in Takagi Sosuke's eyes and coughed twice to cover up his ulterior motives.
Yui Uehara knew that this was A-gan's special way of showing concern for her. She smiled and agreed, then obediently went back to bed to sleep.
Yamato Gansuke put his phone in his pocket and curled his lips:
"My subordinates will report the results of the investigation to me later. I'll go back first... hm?"
Fujiwara Yuu, who was walking behind Yamato Gansuke, couldn't help but pause. He looked at Yamato Gansuke, who had suddenly stopped, with a puzzled look, tilting his head and asking in confusion:
"Why did you stop so suddenly? I didn't mean to hear your subordinates call you 'Agan'."
Yamato Gansuke squinted his eyes, trying to see the snowman at the entrance of the annex. He turned to look at Takashi Sosuke and asked, "Was there a snowman when we left the annex?"
Fujiwara Yu was stunned when he heard this. He was very sure that there was no snowman at the entrance of the annex.
So who built this snowman? And when did it appear there?
Reika Hayami boldly took two steps forward. When she saw what was hidden in the collapsed half of the snowman, her face changed drastically. She covered her face and screamed loudly.
"ah----"
It's a human.
There is a person hiding in the snowman!
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