Saturday, December 1st, morning, Xiaoxue, Conan's Memories, Didan Middle School Skiing Classroom, Chair Swivel Side.

Regarding the arrival of the police, the staff informed the manager who was still at the foot of the mountain. Without a chair, the manager could not get on.

The manager was very dissatisfied because it was too slow and the tourists had been on the hanging chair for nearly half an hour. You can imagine how many complaints would be made in the future.

However, the police said that the road was long, the snow was heavy, and the road was difficult to move, so the manager could not refute it. He could only urge the police on the phone to quickly take away the body so that they could resume the operation of the hanging chair.

The scene was on the hanging chair. The star Jilun Prize soldier sat on the left side of the hanging chair, leaning against the railing, tilting his head, and blood flowed half of his body from the right temple.

The ski and ski pole were behind the chair, and his right hand held a pistol, in a gun-shaped shape.

There was a large handbag in the empty space on his right hand, which was so cold.

The forensic personnel there investigated the scene. The unshaven Changle police department checked the body. "From the burn marks, the gun was pressed against the temple when the gun was fired."

Detective Goto interrupted, "It's a suicide."

"Yes, he is still holding a pistol in his right hand." Chang Li's police department changed his sight. "The problem is the bag beside him. If my unknown premonition is true, I'm afraid there is..."

Changli Police Department opened its bag and found it was full of snow.

"It's really snow," said Chang'er's policeman. "It's true, isn't this the same as four years ago?"

The staff pointed out that Dashan Shuitang, "That director, it seems that they are shooting a movie related to that story here."

"Well," Changli Police Department looked at Dashanguan, "I remember you. You were there when the incident four years ago, right?"

"Yes, my name is Dashan Shuzo, and I am the director of the movie." Director Dashan Shuzo said with a wry smile. "We are filming a series of movies related to the Legend of Snow Girl to commemorate the companion who died in the incident four years ago, but the protagonist Mirihiro became like this."

"Mi Lun, is that star Miluan Award Soldier?" Changji Police Department thought, "I remember, the one who died four years ago was your stunt actor? Is it the stunt actor of the protagonist Miluan Award Soldier?"

"Yes." Director Dashan Mōzo said with a wry smile.

Chang Li police department frowned, "That is to say, four years later, the protagonist of that year committed suicide by the same method. Has your crew been cursed?"

"It's not suicide," Kudo couldn't help but say, "I think there are three suspicious places."

"Oh, is that? Then..."

"Wait, Mr. Police Officer, please move the body away as soon as possible. We still have to work. The tourists have been waiting for half an hour!"

Seeing that Nagato's police department and Kudo had plans to continue their talk, the staff quickly protested.

Chang Li Police Department felt a little embarrassed, "Ah, sorry, sorry."

"Police Department, I'll do it." Officer Goto took up the body.

Changli Police Department quickly said, "Hey, don't fall."

"It's okay, it's not very heavy." Officer Goto smiled.

Director Dashan Momozo said: "He is actually thinner than he looks, less than 60 kilograms, so he only acts in winter movies and TV series. It is said that he doesn't want everyone to see his skinny body."

Changli Police Department said: "Director, please come with me too."

The police were sought again, and the staff asked the hanging chairs to run, while the hanging chairs involved in the incident had to go to the foot of the mountain and go to the main station to recycle...

On the other side, on the chair.

Hattori, who had been waiting for a long time, found that the hanging chair was started and immediately became excited.

When the chair arrived at the station, Hattori immediately jumped off the chair and rushed to the detective film Lu Ren. He was talking to a man with a beard. On the ground next to him was a star Mirwin Prize Soldier.

But he seemed to be a body because there were policemen maintaining order and preventing nearby fans from getting close to them.

"Uncle Detective, what happened to Jilun Baobing?"

"It's you." Lu Ren said, "I just heard this person say it. It seems that it is exactly the same as the incident four years ago. The man sitting alone in a hanging chair put a bag full of snow next to him and then committed suicide with a pistol, just like being possessed by a snow girl."

Hattori shouted: "No, it must be not suicide, it must be murder, just using the legend of Snow Girl."

Chang Li's police department scratched his forehead with his little finger, "A junior high school student just said something similar. Do junior high school students like to play detective games so much?"

"Junior high school student?" Hattori thought of the junior high school student I heard of in the restaurant, which seemed to be from Didan Middle School.

Officer Goto looked around, "I was there just now."

At this time, He Ye found that the hanging chair was about to turn back and quickly shouted: "Ping, Pingji, help me..."

Hattori turned his head and looked, "What are you doing? Why don't you get out of here!"

He Ye wanted to cry, "But, but, I don't know how to get out..."

"It's too late. If you do this, you will stop completely when you get to the mountain. Then you can get down again," Hattori said angrily, "What a fool, I told you not to come with you."

He Ye bulged his mouth and was so angry.

The staff member shook his head and sighed: "Another one who can't get off the hanging chair."

Hattori asked, "Did anyone not come down just now?"

The staff said: "It's not just now, but before, before the incident, it's the beautiful woman with long hair tied behind her."

"Before the incident?" Lu Ren hurriedly asked, "Who is it?"

Hattori thought of someone, "Ah, is it Miss Takashi from the crew?"

The staff said: "Yes, it seems to be called this name."

Hattori asked: "Is she alone? Did Mr. Mitata Kosuke see it? It's that stunt actor?"

"She's only one person," said the staff, then scratching her head, "Who is Mr. Mitata?"

"Wait, I'll go find the video." Hattori turned around and an empty chair.

"The junior high school students are really active now." Lu Ren teased the detective film "You police officer, you are not in a hurry at all."

Changli Police Department said angrily: "This is no longer an area under your jurisdiction, right?

Detective film Lu Ren shook his head and said, "No, I have quit my job as a policeman, and I am now a detective."

Changli Police Department waved: "Then there is nothing else like you, a detective, you can leave."

"I'm just sitting on a hanging chair behind the victim. Don't you want to ask me something, Mr. Police?" Lu Ren smiled and said, "As the person involved, I should be able to participate in the investigation of the incident."

"Victim?" Chang Li's police department shook his head, "No, he committed suicide.

The detective film Lu Ren smoked: "Please, you clearly know that this is a murder, and it is a planned murder. The murderer should be the one from their crew, but he can't be sure who it is or what method he used."

"So let the two junior high school students investigate. Anyway, they are not adults. If you get the right result, you will not be responsible for your mistakes."

"I can't write a report and explain it clearly. I'd better close the case by suicide first. I understand this situation very well, so don't talk to me in private."

"..." Chang Li's police department raised his triangular eyes speechlessly, and asked...

At the foot of the mountain, the main station of the chair.

Kudo found Shizuka Hattori and watched the video of her camcorder. He saw it at a glance, only she was holding the camcorder.

Kudo searched and found that there were not only videos of Milou Prize soldiers riding on the chair, but it should be said that there were videos of riding on the chair during this period.

When the Milun Prize soldier was riding in the chair, he was on the right position and placed his bag on his left hand, which was completely opposite to the scene.

"Thank you very much," Kudo was a little confused, "but what you shot was really complete. If you are a fan of Mr. Mirren, you should only be able to shoot him alone."

Hattori Shizuka chuckled, "No, it's my son who asked me to ask me to make references to the incident four years ago and let me take pictures at the entrance of the hanging chair."

Kudo asked casually: "Is your son a policeman?"

Hattori Shizuka waved his hand and said, "He is just a junior high school student, but he always treats himself as a detective."

Kudo said to himself: "Detective? That's the same as me."

In the distance, the Kudo couple was looking at their son, using a telescope.

Kudo Yukiko said teasingly: "Ah, Shinichi talks and laughs with the beautiful woman. It's really like someone."

Kudo Yusaki smiled and said, "No, his expression is the detective's expression."

Kudo Yukiko asked, "Hey, do you want to give him some tips?"

Yusaku Kudo smiled and said, "No, for that guy, this is a good practice opportunity."...

On the other side, near the main station of the chair.

He Ye Le got off the chair with weak legs and stumbled out to recover. "I finally got down, I will never sit like this again."

"He, Ye!"

"Ha, ha...hello."

The four classmates shouted loudly from behind and turned around with Ye Gan with a smile.

"He Ye, aren't you the advanced skiing group you participated in? Why don't you know how to get off the chair?"

"Come on your word."

"Is it a senior class I want to attend with Hattori?"

"I'm pretending if my foot is sprained, right?"

"No, it's not that."

"Don't worry, we won't tell Hattori."
To be continued...