"Ah ha~ ah ha~ We're saved!" The moment she entered the house, Yukiko Kudo let out such a sigh of relief.
During that sudden avalanche just now, she had thought she would never see her three-year-old son again.
Yusaku Kudo, however, was the first to survey the interior. It was a habit born of his profession.
As the world's bestselling detective novelist, he possessed an exceptionally meticulous mind.
Though he was not a professional detective, his deductive ability surpassed that of the finest detectives in the world.
If one had to put it into words, he could not claim it on a global scale, but he was undoubtedly Japan's Sherlock Holmes.
Three pairs of shoes?
The instant he noticed the number of shoes on the floor, Yusaku Kudo committed it to memory without revealing anything.
"What's going on? Who came here? Don't leave the door open—it's freezing."
Following the voice, a man with a yellow ponytail, apparently not yet thirty, grumbled as he emerged from a room beside them.
When he saw Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko at the entrance, he could not help hugging his arms and shuddering. "Stranded climbers? Could you please close the door after coming in? It's freezing."
Seeing someone, Yukiko hurriedly took off her goggles and said apologetically, "Sorry, we just got caught in an avalanche. We'll close it right away."
Before she could finish, Yusaku had casually shut the door.
The black-ponytailed man snorted, turned around, and walked straight back to his room. "What godawful weather~~ Freezing to death."
With that, the man retreated into his room and slammed the door shut with a bang.
"Ah, sorry about that. It seems our 'companion' does not like having too many people around."
A gentle voice slowly drifted down from the second floor. Then, a smiling woman