The bearded man snorted at Suzuki Sonoko. "At around eight, I was still near the tunnel entrance. When would I have had time to run back and forth to the Wooden Cabin for chocolate? Have you forgotten? I was the first one to bring you news of the avalanche."
The man with glasses looked at the short-haired woman. "Even if we take a step back and assume there's a murderer among us, it definitely wouldn't be the two of us. It would be this lady."
The short-haired woman froze. "Huh?"
Hearing his companion say that, the bearded man hurriedly chimed in. "That's right! I heard that before everyone went out to search together, you and that female photographer looked for him alone—you two must have split up at some point, right?
"You must have made a piece of chocolate identical to today's last night. Then, during the first time you went out, you killed your boyfriend and placed the chocolate you'd made yesterday on his body.
"Then all you had to do was hide the chocolate made tonight taking advantage of the chaos, creating the illusion that the murderer had placed freshly made chocolate on the body and giving yourself an alibi!"
Suzuki Sonoko: "!" How was this hunter who had appeared out of nowhere even more like a detective's assistant than she was?!
"Impossible!" The female photographer wiped away her tears and snapped out of her grief. She took out the photograph showing three spots of blood and refuted him in a stern voice.
"When Yako and I went out to look for him the first time, it had already started snowing. If she'd taken the chance to kill him then, this photo taken when Futagaki was murdered would definitely have captured Snowflakes in the air—but look carefully. There