"Are you sure?" Gray Yuan looked at a photocopied document in Qianyu's hand and another hand-drawn picture of Qianyu and asked.

"Well, although it is said that the struck marks on the face were distorted by the complete mummification, it can still be inferred that the strifeth marks were in their original form based on the photographs taken from the time of their deaths and the proportions of the original facial tissues inferred from the skull. And what I wrote in the auxiliary unit, the bone joints that can cause such tissue trauma should look like this. Qian Yu nodded. While it's a little hard to believe, ...... That's true. ”

He was referring to the hand-drawn drawing in his hand—a reconstruction of the striage marks left on his facial tissues by the blow that had been struck in Henry Ito's cheekbone.

"And this picture is indeed exactly the same as the data that was transferred," After flipping the audio-visual file and the hand-drawn drawing in his hand to what he could see at the same time and looking at it, Qian Yu re-transferred the two pieces of paper back to Gray Yuanai. "That's him."

On the photocopied document is a picture of a hand with some scattered personal information. However, unlike the usual hand diagram, this diagram mainly depicts a hand diagram that is viewed from the angle of the back of the hand, and the specific depth data of each part of the finger is expressed by different colors.

"This picture is too reluctant for me, anyway......" Gray Yuan Wai signaled to Chiba that he couldn't understand such a strange figure, but directly confirmed the conclusion. It's Gregory's hand, right? ”

"Hmm," Chiba nodded expressionlessly. "That's right, that's what Gregory's fist smashes straight out."

……

"No more going around in circles," Gregory said, swinging Erlang's legs, looking at Hotaru. "You think you're doing a good job, but you're too bad at it, and you're trying to get it out of my mouth, right?"

"Ah......h Or did you find out! ”

"For me, he's a little trickier in this area," Grigory said nonchalantly. "You...... Your words to some people, it will be useful, but to my words ......"

"So, is there anything you'd like to say?" Hotaru calmly admits her shortcomings and asks straight to the point. "But seriously, I was curious about your reaction."

"Hmm," Grigory nodded. "I was a little worried that it was all about that punch, but now I think I'm overthinking."

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"In other words, you want to say that you believe that he was abandoned there by you and died of hypothermia?" Gray was not surprised by Gregory's answer. "But if that's the case, I need to warn you - this man apparently didn't die of hypothermia."

[It's not that he died of low temperatures, is it...... It can't be killed by my punch, right? 】

"What do you mean?" Gregory's tone suddenly became stern, and he walked quickly to Gray Yuan's side. "What do you mean by that!?"

[Hurry up and check it out first, in case it's really me...... No way? It was a heavy punch at me, but ...... When I went back afterwards, there was no one there, which means that he must have returned to his personal tent by himself! 】

"See for yourself." Gray Hara gently ripped off the hood of Henry Ito's winter suit and showed Gregory what she had just seen.

"......" Grigory's face was gloomy, and he only glanced at it with a subtle expression, but with a little relief. This ......"

At Henry Ito's left temple, a wound is clearly visible.

[This wound...... Like a sharp weapon? Could it be that he wasn't seen at that time because someone attacked him after me? 】

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"So, what happened to you?" Hotaru records these contents. "He's your teacher, and there's no reason for you to just beat him like that, right?"

"Hmm...... The reason for this is more complicated, mainly you know, I was only 21 at the time, and I was still a ......," Grigory snorted as he said this. "Still a little fool who buys the accounts of a pretty girl like you."

"Trapped by love, and then hit your teacher......" Hotaru always felt that she was thinking something very bad. Let me ask you, lady...... Wouldn't it be a ...... An open-minded new woman, right? ”

"You Japanese girls are not so open-minded...... Gregory suddenly realizes that there is something imperfect about it. Oh yes, except for you – you're open like a French woman. Anyway, when I went to look for Ms. Yoshiko Kamada's tent, I found that she had a conflict with her teacher and that they were arguing. And...... When I went in, I saw the teacher throwing her to the ground very roughly. ”

"Huh?" Hotaru was taken aback. "I thought Mr. Ito was a ...... Very elegant and easy-going people! ”

"I thought so," Grigory snorted. "Anyway...... I was in a state of being in a state of love with her at the time, so after seeing this scene, I got a little out of control and called the teacher out to have a good talk with him. ”

"And then?"

"Then, he said it had nothing to do with me." Gregory shrugged. "Then I was very angry - because I thought he was going to do something to Yoshiko, so I just punched him in the face and hammered him to the ground. After that, I went back angrily. ”

"That'...... What about Mr. Ito? Do you know what happened to him? Hotaru asked.

"I don't know, I didn't feel good about the teacher later, so I was in a bad mood, and then I didn't really want to go back to see the teacher again - well, you should understand what I mean, I feel a little embarrassed." Gregory sighed as he said this. "Later, at dinner, I was worried about how to meet the teacher, but I found out that something even worse was because he didn't show up at all."

"He was dead then?" Hotaru speculated.

"I think, probably," Gregory nodded. "Hmm...... Then we all went out to look for him, but we couldn't find him. That's pretty much it, and then the guide, Mr. Masao Moritomo, told us that the helicopter had arrived and could wait for us for another day, but after that we had to leave because a dangerous snowstorm was coming. ”

“？” Hotaru frowned and asked in surprise. "Wait a minute...... Helicopter has arrived? Whose helicopter? ”

"A local hired by Masao Mori has a complicated name, and I can't remember it." Grigory shook his head.

"We never knew there was another person...... We always thought there were only five of you......" Hotaru's expression was incredulous.

"Do you mean a book written by Shinichi Fujimura?" Gregory shrugged. "It was a very strong Inuit woman, and he used to be rough with that person when he was in a bad mood, and then he was cleanly knocked out. Probably because of this element, plus she was not important, he did not include the story of this driver in his memoirs. ”