Seeing the policeman opposite, the bearded hunter hissed: "No, the body is in a very deep position in the woods. After walking so far, how could he not record anything?"
Officer Takagi scratched his head: "Maybe it's because he prefers taking pictures than taking videos."
"It's not like this!" The short-haired woman heard this and came back from her sadness. She retorted, "Instead of taking pictures, Nigaki actually prefers camera photography. Not to mention it, he took a lot of things last night, and it doesn't make sense that he suddenly changed his habits today."
Jiang Xia: "Where was the video he filmed last night? Let's take a look - murder often has omens, and perhaps today's tragedy had already been foreshadowed last night."
"But..." The short-haired woman was a little embarrassed, "Ergaki doesn't like to organize things very much. The videotapes he used always stuffs them into his travel bags and mixes them together in a mess. It may be a bit troublesome to find the volume last night."
"Then stop watching!" The glasses hunter interrupted when he heard the conversation here, "What if there is a ghost hidden in it when the dead man photographs? How unlucky to watch these at night."
Belmode: "..." With Uzzo's interest in the theory of ghosts, it would be fine if you didn't say this, but if you said it...
Sure enough, Jiang Xia did not agree to the proposal, but instead looked at the two hunters and asked meaningfully: "Is there something hidden inside that cannot be seen?"
"What, how could that happen!" The two waved their hands repeatedly and laughed dryly, "We are just a little superstitious."
The old lady didn't like the murderer hiding in her villa. She felt that Jiang Xia's words just now made sense, so she took the initiative to say, "Since that's the case, let's just let it go - you can use this TV in my living room."
...
After a while, last night's video tape was found from a large number of tapes and brought to the living room.
Soon, a series of warm and boring scenes were screened on TV:
The female photographer was holding a piping bag and was about to squeeze on the chocolate, but because the bag was broken, it was splashed with pink cream. Looking at her embarrassing appearance, there was a pleasant laugh around her.
The short-haired woman held an egg whisk in one hand and pinched a piece of shaped round chocolate in the other hand, happily showing it to the camera. The voice of the deceased came from outside the screen: "Is this for me?"
The short-haired woman stuck out her tongue at him: "Valentine's Day is not yet here, this is for me! I will do the part I give you tomorrow."
The deceased complained: "You are so calm. Then I will tell you in advance. I have prepared a very special gift for you - haha, now you should be anxious! Guess what I am going to give?"
As he was talking, the screen suddenly flashed with snowflakes. This old TV seemed to be on the verge of strike.
Everyone was stunned: "It's broken?"
"It's okay." The old lady rolled up her sleeves and walked over, slapped her on the top of the TV, "It's like this when the appliances are old, just pat them."
With a dull sound, the TV was not well, and the tumbler toy on the top of the TV was shaken and rolled to the ground.
Saburo, who was squatting beside him well, rushed over, grabbed the tumbler who was about to land, and started playing happily.
Everyone looked at the still malfunctioning TV: "It must be really broken..."
"It's impossible to break, just take a few more shots." The old lady shook her head, "This TV is of good quality. It's a treasure my wife bought when she was together with Mrs. Reiko. It has never broken for so many years. It doesn't make sense that it suddenly broke today."
"Hmm?" Judy listened to the words and felt something was wrong, "'When my wife and Mrs. Reiko were together'? Who was Mrs. Reiko?"
——Is there any love story about the mistress and the mistress?
The old lady seemed to notice that she was thinking wrongly, and while slapping the TV, she explained: "Ms. Reiko is my wife's first wife. I have never seen her before, I only heard that she died of illness 12 years ago."
As soon as she finished speaking, the TV returned to its original state under the repair of her miraculous force.
The old lady nodded with satisfaction, snatched the tumbler from the dog's mouth, and touched the dog's head: "Okay, Saburo, it's already dark, you should go back to the cage."
The dog moaned reluctantly twice, but still followed her and walked towards his cage obediently.
When the old lady's figure disappeared, the bearded hunter opened a bottle of beer and happily gossiped with others:
"When talking about this, I actually heard from my previous boss that 12 years ago, when the boss was sad about his wife's death, the current boss lady happened to visit this villa for a stay.
"The two of them were able to chat, so they quickly got together. Not long after that, the villa became popular because of chocolate."
Conan suddenly spoke: "Uncle, you actually know your former boss. It turns out that this is not the first time you have come here."
"Ah, no, I've only been here once a while." The beard froze and realized that he had missed his gossip. He quickly changed the subject as if nothing had happened and asked the woman with short hair, "Apart from this volume on TV, have you watched all the other video tapes?"
The short-haired woman nodded: "Only these 4 video tapes are posted on yesterday's date."
As I was talking, the boring warm daily life on TV came to an end.
The photographer, that is, the deceased, turned the camera and allowed himself and two women to appear in the picture together like a selfie.
He waved his hand and greeted the camera like a star: "Okay, there's only one last bit left in this video tape. I'm going to stop recording and taste my chocolate debut - see you next time!"
The three people waved their smiles, and the picture turned black, and the video tape completely ended the playback.
Officer Takagi always felt something was missing. She turned around and looked at the two hunters, a little confused: "Why are you not in the picture?"
The bearded man and the glasses looked at each other and laughed dryly: "Is this more than anything? Of course, because we arrived this morning."
Curacao looked at the two of them and always felt something was wrong with them.
"It has a smell of crime." An organizational intelligence official pushed the flat glasses on his nose and quietly made a judgment. "I always feel that today's case is not as simple as it seems..."
After thinking for a while, she maintained her low presence, moved to the side of the sofa as if nothing had happened, and looked silently on the ground.
——The two hunters have been carrying their backpacks with them. Even now when they are back in the villa, they have not entered the room to put down their bags.
Maybe I was too lazy to go to the stairs specifically, or maybe... there are some important items in my bag that they can't put down?
Chapter completed!