Corpse collector in Conan

In a slightly stiff atmosphere, under the control of "Dr. Shinchu", the vehicle drove carefully towards Fukito Villa.

Two hours later...the minibus successfully stopped at the gate of a mountain villa.

Vermouth: “?”

...are we here already?

Is this true? Is she dreaming? Maybe if she pinches her thigh right now, she will open her eyes in pain and find herself still in that wooden hotel full of hidden dangers?

Rather than doubt, Vermouth pinched herself quietly...

Then I became more confused.

——I’m not dreaming. What is happening before my eyes is indeed the most real fact.

...So we arrived so smoothly?

"I thought this journey would be like the one when Bourbon took Jiang Xia back and forth, going through 81 difficulties before reaching the destination. The journey would be filled with all kinds of accidents, wild animal corpses, and flat tires..."

However, it did not happen. They were just like a group of ordinary travelers, and they arrived at the place they wanted to go smoothly.

After a brief moment of confusion, when she got off the car with everyone else, looking at the three policemen carrying luggage, Vermouth seemed to understand something.

"Could it be that because these three police officers have official duties and cannot adjust their schedules flexibly like Bourbon, Uzo was worried that the three officers' vacation time would be used up in various small preparations before the main meal was served, so he only arranged two side dishes as a diversion for the journey?"

Although she could barely explain this unusual smoothness, Vermouth was not reassured, but became more alert.

——Countless experiences and understanding of Uzo told her that arriving here did not mean the end, but rather the beginning of everything.

…

“Here I am.”

Hearing the sound of the car parking, an elderly grandmother came out from the villa.

She was wearing a heavy coat and a festive red hat. She looked up at the group of customers from Tokyo and said, "There are quite a lot of people. You are not all here to make chocolates, are you?"

Calvados, who had never argued with a high school girl, was very angry. Hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at her: "Isn't your signature dish making chocolate? If not for making chocolate, what are we doing here?" Are you here to kill people?

"You're here to make chocolate, too?" The old lady looked at him with a hint of surprise, and soon, she shook her head in disapproval:

"You look like a tough guy, but you actually believe in this kind of thing. We are famous for our natural ecology and the various small animals that strayed into the villa. As for the chocolate, it was just a misunderstanding."

Suzuki Sonoko thought of her chocolate-making career and her heart skipped a beat: "Misunderstanding?"

The old lady nodded. Perhaps because she had been alone in the mountains for too long, she didn't look like a very enthusiastic person, but she was surprisingly talkative. When she heard the guest's active question, she started to talk:

"It was probably Valentine's Day a few years ago, two internet celebrities came to our resort for vacation, and I don't know how they fell in love with each other, but they quickly fell in love and became husband and wife.

"Perhaps their fans objected, and they actually used the chocolate from this villa as a shield. As a result, the rumor spread inexplicably that 'Fukito Villa can make magical love chocolates'.

"Business here was booming for a while, but unfortunately my husband died unexpectedly four years ago. Since then, rumors of ghosts have spread here, and many couples who are afraid of ghosts don't dare to come here... Alas, although it's much quieter now, sometimes I really miss the former glory."

Mao Lilan's heart skipped a beat: "It's haunted?!" - How come I haven't heard of such a big thing before? !

Jiang Xia seemed quite interested in this topic: "What kind of ghost?"

The old lady glanced at the kind-looking young man and shook her head out of consideration for him: "Don't ask too much. The more you know about this kind of thing, the easier it is to get involved. During these few days of vacation, you can go to the woods to play, but remember, once it starts snowing, you must return to the house immediately and not go outside, otherwise..."

She lowered her head slightly, and the wrinkles on her face formed a strange shadow: "Otherwise, you will receive the gift of death from 'that thing'."

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The old lady looked at the group of young people, shook her head and refused to speak.

At this moment, a sneer came from behind her: "Grandma Yuasa, you are telling that boring ghost story again."

Jiang Xia looked up at the sound and saw a young man with a travel bag on his back and a camera around his neck walking out of the villa gate.

The enthusiastic guest winked at Mao Lilan and explained to her: "Don't listen to the nonsense of the old lady, it's not that scary, it's just a common snow victim.

"Every winter, all kinds of unlucky people die in the snow-capped mountains and forests. The only special thing here is that when a body is found, there is always a piece of cold chocolate next to it."

Calvados: “?”

...Isn't it unlucky to use haunted chocolate as love chocolate?

However, perhaps it is precisely because of the blood that the chocolate here has a unique magic.

When a member of the organization was secretly struggling.

Next to him, the traveler couldn't help but laugh when he saw the two high school girls getting even more scared after knowing the truth.

"These students who have lived in a peaceful city for too long don't seem to understand the cruelty of nature." Thinking of this, the traveler adjusted his goggles and secretly corrected himself in his heart:

"No, it's not just students. The same thing happened to that white-collar lady from yesterday. She just listened to a few stories here and got so scared that she stayed in her room and hasn't gone out yet. Haha, she looks so timid. It's so cute."

While savoring the pleasure of scaring people, he continued what he had just said, and said in detail in a gloomy voice:

"Those victims were all guests staying at this villa. According to local speculation, they were cursed by the women who got lost and died while making chocolate. Some people also said it was the work of the Snow Girl. But who knows the truth?"