Chapter 7: Vivian
Less than a third of a mile down the frozen river, Briss managed to find Will and Vera. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
But...... They seem to be in some trouble?
Not far away, Bliss saw something negotiating with someone in a black cotton coat and carrying a thick backpack.
At this time, in such a cold and snowy day, you will actually meet travelers......
Bliss smacked her lips, sighed, and walked in the direction of Will and Vera.
"Yo, guys. β
Brice walked up to the two of them and said hello, "Are you in any trouble?"
His voice was not loud, but it was enough for Will and Vera to hear, and Will and Vera were slightly startled when they heard Briss's greeting.
"Brice, why are you here?"
Seeing Brice appear in front of her, Vera had a surprised look on her face, wondering how Brice found them, "How did you find us?"
"I thought you might be here, so I came along. β
Bliss said.
Then he turned his gaze to Will.
"Yo, Briss, you're not slow. β
Seeing Bliss coming, Will, though smart, didn't think as much as Vera did, and instead of asking Bliss how he found them, he changed the subject and joked with a smile, "I thought you were going to sleep a little longer while you're standing, my dear fellow." β
"It's nothing. β
Briss shrugged his shoulders and smiled like Will, and replied teasingly, "It's you, Will, you'll die if you fall asleep in the snow, and you didn't wake me up when I fell asleep, but took the opportunity to leave with the beautiful girl, so you're not a friend." β
This irony is very level.
Hearing Briss say this, Will smiled awkwardly, "You're still so eloquent." β
"It's nothing, but you're in trouble?"
Bliss grinned and looked at the guy in the cotton coat.
Before, the distance was a little far, and I couldn't really see it under the light of the scattered light of the white snow, but now that the distance is closer, I can naturally see the appearance of the guy in the cotton clothes clearly.
She wore a slightly slanted tweed jazz hat, her long blond hair that was not covered by the top hat swayed slightly in the sunlight, her slightly pale cheeks, her beautiful blood-like pupils, her height of one meter seven, and the size of her chest.
has a beautiful face, an intellectual temperament, and a full aura, just like the countesses of Europe.
What a beautiful beauty.
Bliss whistled, "Dear lady, is there anything I can do to help you?"
"Bliss. β
Vera looked at Briss, whose eyes were about to fly out, and shouted angrily, "Will and I happened to meet Miss Vivien on the way, she lost something in the snow, and we are helping her find it, and, Briss, put away your misty eyes." β
"Vivien, that's a good name. β
Briss didn't pay attention to Vera's words, he smiled, and secretly wrote down the words 'lost something' in his heart, he put his right hand on his chest, leaned forward slightly, and made a gentleman's salute, "Miss Vivien, can I help you find what was left behind in the snow?"
"Of course, thank you very much for your help. β
Vivien smiled and agreed to Briss's kindness.
............
Finding landfill items in the snow is a difficult task for most people, and once a lost item is buried in the snow, it can be difficult to locate the lost item.
People in the north have a basic common sense - what is buried in the snow, no matter how important, will not look for it.
It's hard to find, and that's why people from the north don't look for it.
"Briss, are you going to help us find it too?"
Will drew a rough circle around with his finger and said with a grin, "Miss Vivien's things were left around here, Vera and I have been looking for a long time, but we haven't found Miss Vivian's things, do you have anything to do?
"Well, a bit of a clue. β
Bliss snorted, crouched down, glanced at Will's drawing, and asked Vivien, who was standing aside, "Miss Vivian, when did you lose your things?"
"Hmmm......"
Vivien recalled, "About ten minutes ago. β
"And what did Miss Vivien lose?"
Briss asked, and then, as if thinking of something, added, "Miss Vivien, for the sake of your privacy, you don't have to tell me what that thing is, just tell me how big it is." β
"It's not big, it's the size of a palm. Vivien said.
"It's good, the time, the scope, the size of the missing thing, all this information. β
Bliss touched his chin, then looked at Will and Vera, "Get ready to, guys." β
"Got a clue?"
Will licked his lips, "Our dear detective, Miss Vivien's things are missing, and they weren't stolen, how can we find out?"
"Will, you prove you very wrong by saying that. β
Bliss borrowed her gloves from Vera and put them on her hands, and as he dug through the snow on the ground with his hands, he said to Will, "Reasoning is not about finding the culprit, but about using the mind to observe objective things, and through careful self-examination and careful observation, you can deduce the possible results of any objective thing from the information obtained, and this is the beauty of reasoning." β
"Briss, you didn't find it, you're just digging a hole, are you trying to dig a hole to find Miss Vivien's missing thing?"
"No, of course not. β
Blis was not slow to dig a pit, and in a short time he dug a small pit, which was long gone, and there was only sand.
Yes, the snow is covered with sand.
Brice began to dig the sand out, and the grit rubbed against the surface of the glove, and it didn't take long for the glove to grind out of the thread.
"Bliss. β
Vera looked distressed at the new glove that had been sharpened out of the thread, and warned, "I don't expect Briss to find Miss Vivien's missing things, but if you break my new glove, I'll kill you, trust me, Briss, I'll do it." β
"Won't break your gloves. β
Bliss pursed his lips and stopped digging in the sand.
He fished out some small heavier pieces of gravel, wrapped them around the hem of his coat, and threw them evenly within the range given by Will.
Vivian, Will, and Vera were confused by this, and they watched Briss scatter the sand, andβ
Somehow he chose a piece, he bent down, fumbled around, and pulled out a palm-sized leather bag from the snow.
"Dear Miss Vivien. β
Bliss shook his purse, which looked a little shiny in the sun;
"Is this your thing?"