On the way back to Hakuba's villa, the light snow began to flutter again and again.
Fujino drove the van, loaded with a vanful of bread-lovers.
Just as they arrived at the intersection leading up the mountain, a bunch of police cars blocked the road, the markings of the Hokkaido Police printed on top of the cruisers.
Is this another incident?
Fujino looked at the large pile of police cars before him, complaining inwardly.
He really felt a bit mentally exhausted.
No way, bro, every few days I go out there's a case?
And now it's even tracked all down to my doorstep?
Could fewer people die and contribute a little to a harmonious and beautiful society?
Fine, the Grim Reaper was right here, so the conditions didn't quite permit it.
Fujino felt rather helpless, and just as he intended to see what was happening, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his line of sight.
Is that Officer Nishimura, my good man?
At that moment, Nishimura Kyōhei also noticed Fujino.
Is that brother Fujino?
The two exchanged glances, each wearing a different expression.
Fujino asked, "Officer Nishimura, why are you here? What sort of murder case happened this time?"
Nishimura Kyōhei retorted, "The real question is why you guys are here..."
Fujino chuckled, "We live right over here; that villa up on the mountain is it. It's all thanks to Old Horse's blessing."
"..."
Nishimura Kyōhei pulled a deadpan face. "Well, that really is a coincidence."
Conan popped his dog-head out of the car at that moment. "Hey hey, Mr. Officer, what on earth is going on here?"
"Nothing much, just came to set up a cordon."
Nishimura Kyōhei looked toward the huge hotel before him, explaining with a helpless tone, "It seems there's some kind of event here, and