Gawain was still thinking when the Red Ants burrowed toward the mountain.
From above, there was a villa on the mountain.
The villa had been built atop an isolated cliff, with only one road leading down the mountain.
At that moment, the road down the mountain had inexplicably collapsed, splitting open into a gap dozens of meters wide.
The cliffside scenery was steep and beautiful, but the air currents were complex, and fierce winds howled.
There was no way a helicopter could risk landing there.
In other words, until a bridge was built, no one in the villa could leave unless they could fly.
A natural Snowstorm Villa scenario.
Gawain infiltrated the villa and saw a middle-aged man in a suit lying on his back in the hall. A dagger was buried in his chest, and a pipe had fallen beside his mouth.
As expected, there had been a murder.
A group of people stood around him, pointing and discussing him.
"Detective Tsukikage, who killed my nephew? You must catch him!" An elderly man who appeared to be the Butler bowed and pleaded with a young man who looked no older than a high school student.
"Don't worry, Butler Matsuda. I just received word that there has been a landslide outside. The road has been cut off, and this place is sealed off. The murderer is trapped here and can't possibly escape. This is exactly the kind of one-out-of-N scenario detectives love." Tsukikage Den spoke with confidence.
Because he had frequently helped game instances deal with bugs, he had somehow become a famous high school detective.
Still, he rather enjoyed this kind of life. Liking the spotlight was a high school student's defining trait.
Gawain listened patiently for a while before finally understanding what had happened.
There were seven people