Chapter 1251 This Is a Misunderstanding (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

A bunch of red dots with a small tail rose into the sky, glowing for a long time.

Judging from the location, it looks like there is a ski resort over there.

"How could someone send off a flare?"

Mao Lilan asked doubtfully.

Conan, who came back, also saw the red light. He was stunned for a while, then his expression changed and he shouted:

"No, something happened!"

Conan rushed towards the ski resort. With his always keen sense of smell, he felt that there must be a case happening there!

Sakaki and others quickly followed. They walked through various facilities and hurried to the ski resort.

In the ski resort of Nuoda, tourists wearing ski suits looked up at the sky, with red light illuminating their lenses, as if devout believers were praying for God's protection.

"Hey, hey, where are your tickets!"

The ski resort ticket inspector caught up with him. Conan ran too fast just now and disappeared after turning over the ticket inspection machine. He didn't buy a ticket.

"What are they doing?"

Conan was shocked when he saw the scene in the ski resort:

"Why set off a flare?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? That's not a flare. Have you ever seen a flare that lasted for so long?"

The ticket inspector rolled his eyes and explained:

"That is a floating signal tower. The signal on the top of the mountain is poor. Sometimes when the signal cannot be received and we need to contact the outside world, we will install the signal transmitter inside and launch it into the sky to receive high-altitude radio waves!"

"In other words, no murder actually occurred?"

"Murder? Children, have you played too many detective games? There will be murders in ski resorts!"

When Sakaki Cheng and others arrived, they happened to see Conan being scolded by the ticket inspector. He lowered his head and said nothing, but the grievance in his heart was unspeakable.

It was his first time coming to Arima. How could he know that this ski resort built on the top of the mountain had such a trick?

"When an ordinary person sees a signal flare going up, his first reaction is that something is wrong!"

When making up the votes, Conan said angrily:

"Especially the red flare. Can't you use a green one?"

"So I said those were fireworks."

Hiroki pouted:

"You still don't believe it."

Ordinary signal flares only last for 5-8 seconds, while illumination flares can be extended to 30 seconds, and the light is more dazzling. Sakaki Cheng did not move the first time he saw the signal tower rising, just to see whether the red dot was a flare or a flare.

If it is a signal flare, it means something may really have happened at the ski resort, but if it is a flare

There are many use cases.

Who makes Conan too rough?

After all, wherever he went before, there was a 100% chance of a case happening.

Tonight is the first of its kind.

After putting on their ski clothes, they began to play at the ski resort. Sakaki's skiing skills could only be considered average, but compared to Hiroki, who knew nothing about it, he was considered a veteran.

"No more fun! No more fun! It's not fun at all!"

After falling several times, Hiroki angrily took off his hat, threw it on the snow, and walked towards the rest area.

The ski resort at the top of Rokko Mountain is artificial snow-making. The snow is not soft enough and is as hard as ice. It is still painful to fall.

"You keep playing with Conan and the others, and I'll go over and take a look."

Sakaki Makoto happened to not be very interested in skiing. When he saw Hiroki sitting on the edge with a depressed look on his face, he said something to his girlfriend, took off his skis, walked over and sat next to him.

“Is skiing fun?”

"It's not fun! This sport is so boring! It's just torture!"

Hiroki rubbed his sore buttocks and complained:

"Might as well stay in the room and sleep!"

"I don't think it's fun either."

Lighting a cigarette, Sakaki said calmly:

"But for some games, it's not about how interesting they are. The most important thing is who you play with."

"What's the meaning?"

Hiroki turned around and asked in confusion:

"If it's fun, it's fun. If it's not fun, it's not fun!"

“That’s what I say, but have you ever thought about it, no matter how interesting the game is, it is just a game after all. Just like traveling and seeing the places of interest in a place, you have indeed left a lot of memories, happiness, and fun to play. Once you have seen it, it has passed. What really remains fresh in your memory are the people who were by your side and shared happiness with you.”

Sakaki Cheng smiled and said:

"Don't you always want to make friends? Friends are very simple. What's more complicated is whether you and him have shared memories."

Hiroki nodded in understanding.

He looked at Mao Lilan, Conan, and Miss Miyano galloping back and forth in the ski resort, and seemed to understand something.

"I'll try again."

Hiroki picked up the skis that were thrown on the ground and ran to Mao Lilan, Conan and Miss Miyano. He didn't know what he said. Then, Miss Miyano and others began to teach him how to control his body and how to slide during the sliding process. maintain balance

When he stood on the top of the mountain again, looking at the steep snow slope, he suddenly turned his head, looked at Sakaki Cheng who was sitting not far away, and shouted:

"I understand! Memories need to be created by oneself, right?"

Sakaki smiled and said nothing, because he saw Hiroki slipping more than ten meters and falling again.

But this time, Hiroki didn't give up on himself anymore.

After exhaling a puff of smoke, Makoto Sakaki walked to the observation deck, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the city located in the Seto Inland Bay. The lights were like stars in the sky. The cold wind was surging on the dark sea, and occasionally the melodious whistles of ships could be heard.

A hot thing was pressed against his face.

Makoto Sakaki took it and found that it was a can of red bean soup.

Miss Miyano was holding a can of coffee, her nose was red from the cold, and she was breathing white air while looking at him with a smile:

"This thing is delicious, if you don't believe me, try it."

"Liar, do you think I haven't had it? It's so sweet."

"I liked it before."

"Then let's switch, I drink coffee and you drink red bean soup."

"No! Of course I have to leave the good stuff for you!"

Miss Miyano wanted to hide with the coffee, but was caught by Makoto Sakaki and held in his arms.

"Okay, okay, really, I'll give you the coffee."

"Drinking coffee at night, aren't you afraid of not being able to sleep?"

"If you drink coffee, I won't be able to sleep either!"

Miss Miyano said confidently:

"In that case, I can drink anything I want?"

It made sense, and Makoto Sakaki was speechless.

"Where's Bourbon?"

Makoto Sakaki suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Bourbon for a long time. Looking around, he was not in the ski resort either. He didn't know where he went.

"Just now I saw him at the door. He must have made a phone call."

Miss Miyano said:

"He is sent by Rum. He must report regularly. Don't worry about him."

"Are you sleepy?"

Makoto Sakaki asked again.

"No, you can still be sleepy standing in the snow!"

Seizing the opportunity, Miss Miyano escaped from her boyfriend's arms, took the coffee, turned around and made a face:

"Drink your red bean soup! I'm going back to ski!"