Judy looked at the female photographer's expression and felt a slap in her heart: "Do you know another missing person?"
The female photographer lowered her head in a little discomfort.
The short-haired woman next to her took the conversation thoughtfully: "The missing is my brother and sister Shiguo's boyfriend--only four years ago on Valentine's Day, he went into the mountain with the store manager and never came back."
Speaking of this, she suddenly raised an optimistic smile: "The police said that he may have been involved in an avalanche and died, but I always feel that since there is no body, my brother must still be alive!
"Don't people often say that there will be some sensation between blood and blood? I have a feeling that he is not dead yet.
"So no matter how busy I am, I will take time to come here every year and visit the dead boss's grave."
As he was talking, he found that the two high school girls looked sad. The short-haired woman quickly cut off her verbal saying: "Okay, let's not talk about these heavy things anymore. Let's continue making chocolate."
Calvados observed a while ago, and remembered the magical chocolate made by countless lives, and finally couldn't help but approach as if nothing had happened: "Do you need me to help?"
"No, no!" The female photographer came to her senses and hurriedly drove away, "You men are clumsy and get hurt as soon as you take a kitchen knife. Let alone help, they will definitely only cause trouble for us like Eryuan did yesterday."
Judy's heart skipped another beat, and a string was plucked again: "What's wrong with the gentleman of the reporter yesterday?"
"It's nothing," the short-haired woman explained to her boyfriend. "He just accidentally cut his hand, but fortunately the wound was not serious, otherwise he would be in danger if this place was so far from the hospital."
"..." Suzuki Yuanko shrank her fingers when she heard this. Compared to the avalanche that she had only seen in the news, it was indeed even more terrifying that she "cut her hands when making chocolate".
Although the topics of chatting are a bit strange, most of the people here are knowledgeable and will not be scared by a mere accident and lose interest in talking.
Soon, in a relatively harmonious atmosphere, pieces of chocolate quietly took shape.
The female photographer took the piping bag: "Next, just decorate the decorations you like - you can draw the heart or write the other person's name."
After saying that, she looked at the guests with a smile, wondering a little about what kind of names they would write. However, after a closer look, except for Suzuki Sonoko busy writing names on each piece of chocolate, the others were staring at the dark chocolate without any movement.
"Uh..." the female photographer raised a guess and asked Suzuki Yuanko, "Are you writing for them?"
"Hmm? No." Suzuki Sonoko then realized that the others were not moving, "Why don't you write?"
Curacao: What to write about "..."? Writing about Uzo or Jiangxia?... No matter which one sounds like a nightmare, I feel like signing a devil contract. I always feel that I will be unfortunate after writing, and she really can't do it.
Judy: "..." I didn't see the process of making the piping bag. What if it's poisonous inside? Don't write it, and never write it.
Mikako Sato scratched her head: "This kind of heart-shaped chocolate is for her partner, but I am still single and I have no plans to fall in love at the moment."
Officer Shiraki came over quietly: "If this is the case, just write my name and just treat it as Yiri chocolate, and I will eat it well."
"?!" Officer Takagi suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly said, "I'm the same!"
"There is no heart-shaped chocolate." Officer Sato rolled his eyes and looked at the two guys speechlessly. "I just haven't been in a relationship, and I'm not stupid."
Thinking about the embarrassing blind date not long ago, she simply waved her hand and covered the chocolate with cream: "Make a wordless version, and I'll eat it myself when I go back."
The female photographer and the short-haired woman were stunned. After a while, they realized something: "You... can't all be single, right?"
“…”
No one answered, but silence had already explained the answer.
The female photographer asked a question mark: "..." Why do singles come here to make Valentine's Day chocolate? Are these people really here to make chocolate? Compared to chocolate, you should go to a party or a sorority party.
She shook her head speechlessly, stopped talking about this embarrassing topic, and instead picked up the camera: "Okay, it's rare to succeed in the first time, let's take a photo with chocolate."
...
After playing lively, Jiang Xia suddenly noticed something and looked out the window.
"It's snowing." The short-haired woman also noticed this scene. She looked at the villa, "I don't know if Eryuan is back."
"It shouldn't be. His room was not turned on, and there was no one in the hall. That guy always forgets the time when he concentrates." The female photographer leaned over the window and looked at the villa, then sighed and said to the others, "Let's go out first, you can wait here."
After saying that, the two put on their coats and pushed the door out.
At this time, the old lady happened to come back from outside. She looked at the two people jogging out in confusion: "What's wrong?"
The two women hurried away and didn't hear her question. The enthusiastic detective answered: "They are going out to find the Mr. reporter."
The old lady frowned: "That guy hasn't come back yet? I've said how many times I shouldn't go out when it's snowing, but he just won't listen!"
Officer Takagi comforted the old man: "Since he lives in this area often, he should know the importance of it. He may be on the way back."
However, soon, this expectation was disappointed.
The two women looked and shouted outside, and finally returned to the villa with nothing in their cold coats.
"We searched all the places Eryuan often went to, but we didn't see him at all." The two of them said anxiously, "The wind is getting heavier and the snow is getting more and more. I'm afraid there will be a blizzard soon... Will he get lost somewhere?"
When the three policemen heard this, their expressions suddenly became serious.
Officer Sato looked out the window: "It's not all dark yet. Let's go out to find it together while there is still a vision. If you can't find it, I'm afraid you can only contact the rescue team."
A group of people, either voluntarily or forced to put on their coats, went out to find the field reporter who had not returned yet.
"By the way." Before leaving, Officer Shiraki remembered something and took Conan out of the team with Belmode's gratifying gaze. "Kids, stay in the house, otherwise if you run away, we will have to find you together."
Chapter completed!