Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

The cold wind blew the snowflakes around and around, and an ivory white Mercedes-Benz S-Class W108 sedan was driving in the heavy snow.

Yukiko frowned and looked at the map on her phone. "The last one is right in front of us. It's a villa built on a cliff. There are no signal towers around, so there is no mobile phone signal there. But these two kids didn't know how to find a landline to call us." Yukiko was a little annoyed. "Yusaku, I suspect that some houses are not marked on the map at all."

"Maybe." Kudo Yusaku looked at the winding mountain road ahead.

"The first two places are either dilapidated houses with no one living in them, or new buildings that have not been built yet. I hope I can find the children here." Yukiko said this, but she was worried inside. She looked at Yusaku who also frowned, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, whispering, "I don't know how they are doing now."

Yusaku Kudo gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The ivory-white sedan was driving on a winding and steep mountain road. Everything around was white. The flying snow blocked the view and the visibility to the naked eye was very low.

Yukiko looked out of the car window. The steep cliff was probably less than one meter away from the wheels. If she was not careful, both the car and the people might fall off the cliff. She did not dare to discuss anything with Yusaku who was driving. She just hoped to see the children as soon as possible and hoped that the snow would stop falling.

The wind and snow were blowing violently, sweeping across every corner, but the car was still as warm as spring. However, Yukiko's mood was not as good as the temperature in the car. Instead, it was more like the snowflakes outside the car window that were blown by the strong wind.

Kudo Yusaku noticed his wife's strangeness and comforted her: "Don't be so nervous, we have to trust Shinichi and Mingyue. If they can solve all this, then we can also leave Japan and live in Los Angeles without worry, don't you think?"

"Are you so sure that Shin-chan won't go to Los Angeles with us?" After hearing what her husband said, Yukiko's tense heart felt a little relieved.

Kudo Yusaku sighed slightly, and the wipers went back and forth, but he couldn't sweep away all the snow that fell on the windshield. "In fact, you know very well that we can't accompany the child throughout his life. Sooner or later, he will be independent. Besides, don't we all know his feelings for the girl from the Mori family? We can take Mingyue away, but what about Xiaolan?"

Yukiko sighed in annoyance and looked out the window. The snowflakes were no longer graceful dancers, but had turned into sharp blades, driven by the wind, ruthlessly cutting through everything exposed.

The car continued to move slowly on the winding mountain road, which might never end.

boom!

Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard not far above my head, and the fire looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of the white snow.

Yusaku Kudo quickly stepped on the brakes, and the car slid for a distance on the icy road before it stopped steadily.

Countless pieces of rubble fell from the sky and landed about fifty meters away from the front of the car. A suspension bridge fell from the cliff above, splashing countless dust and snow. The old wood was broken into pieces by the impact.

Yusaku Kudo reversed decisively and quickly left the danger zone.

Finally, as the last stone rolled down the cliff, the ivory-white Mercedes-Benz S-Class W108 sedan stopped halfway up the mountain.

Yukiko and Kudo Yusaku got out of the car and looked at the fallen rocks and shattered suspension bridge in front of them. They found that both the road going up the mountain and down the mountain were blocked by rubble. They were trapped here, and their cell phones had no signal at all.

The biting cold wind brought with it ice and snow that were as sharp as blades, scratching my face painfully.

Yukiko stood on the cliff by the road and looked down. The way back was blocked by rugged rocks, so it was definitely impossible to drive back.

Yusaku Kudo looked up in the direction of the explosion. Half of the suspension bridge was still swaying in the wind. He couldn't help but frown, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

Without the protection of the car and the blessing of heating, the ice and snow like sharp blades scratched tiny scars on the face, and the piercing cold feeling swept through the body and spread to every limb.

A hint of scarlet appeared on the pure white snow.

In the villa on the cliff, as the video tape ended, the snowflakes on the screen disappeared. The black screen was like an abyss, and when you stare into it, it is also staring at you.

The projector clicked to a stop.

The room was quiet, and everyone seemed to be preoccupied with their own thoughts.

Kisaki Eri looked at her watch and it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening. She showed everyone the power of attorney signed by Shirigata Moritaro, informing the five heirs present that the so-called battle for the inheritance had officially begun.

"This puzzle is too disadvantageous for us!" Shiina Arisa looked at Mingyue worriedly, "We don't even know what Echo is, and what about Hera..."

Kudo Shinichi held his chin in his hand and thought, muttering to himself: "Violin, viola, cello, and double bass, I seem to have seen these somewhere."

"Those dolls on the table in the study." Mingyue said softly, trying not to attract the attention of the people around her. After looking around, she continued, "It's just that I haven't figured out what those dolls mean yet."

Bai Huan took a deep breath, looked at Yamada Harume who was standing beside him with her head down and silent, and suggested: "Shall we go out for a walk?"

Yamada Harukei raised her head and their eyes met.

Hibiki Eri looked towards the window. Huge snowflakes were hitting the window. Although she couldn't hear any sound outside in the room, she could still feel the cold outside. She reminded them, "It's snowing heavily now. Are you sure you want to go out? You can wait until the snow stops to look for treasure."

Yamada Harume glanced at Bai Huan beside her, nodded solemnly to Ki Eri, and said with a smile: "Bai Huan and I just need to put on more clothes. Besides, we are not children, so we won't catch a cold from this little bit of snow."

Kisaki Eri stopped trying to persuade them, but just watched them put on their thick coats, wrapped themselves in fluffy and soft scarves, and put on warm hats, covering themselves tightly with only their eyes exposed.

Bai Huan and Yamada Harume held hands and opened the door of the villa. Snow and cold wind poured into the villa, and the temperature inside suddenly dropped a lot. They walked out of the villa, and Butler Ibaraki closed the door.

Mingyue looked out the window and saw the two figures gradually disappearing in the flying snow in the night. The falling snowflakes covered their footprints on the snow.

"What's the point of asking these questions?!" Mrs. Cha's voice was so sharp and piercing that everyone looked at her sideways.

Young Master Shaonan lowered his head and stood beside his mother. His drooping hair mostly obscured his expression, making it unclear whether he was angry or sad.

"I'm going back to my room to rest. Don't follow me!" Mrs. Cha left her son, who was still trying to ask questions, unhappily and went upstairs alone. Halfway up, she turned to Butler Ibaraki Jifeng and said, "Don't disturb me until the midnight snack is ready. I want to think about things alone in my room."

Butler Ibaraki Jifeng asked with a smile: "What if Matsushima Naoto comes back?"

Mingyue's eyes swept back and forth between Ibaraki Jifeng and Mrs. Cha.

"He's back, so let him go back to his room and rest." Mrs. Cha seemed a little angry, turned around and walked upstairs.