Out-of-control players in the world of Detective Conan

Qi Ming turned around and saw Conan rubbing his butt in pain, and said:

"Hey Conan, why are you staring at me like that? We're not close, I don't have a red envelope, but if you want one, I could just give you a good whack on the head."

"Hehe, no, it's just that Brother Qi Ming seems to be in a good mood today."

Conan quickly got up and scratched his head, pretending to be innocent.

This is a lie.

Conan wanted to keep a close eye on Qi Ming all day, fearing that he might be staging a law enforcement ceremony in front of so many people!

"You'll definitely be in a good mood during the Chinese New Year."

Qi Ming answered nonchalantly, but then turned to Conan with a friendly smile and said:

"But if someone keeps staring at me like that, I probably won't be in a very good mood."

"Hehe, I'm going to go find Mitsuhiko and the others to hang out."

Qi Ming could actually guess Conan's thoughts.

However, he didn't plan to do anything today anyway.

He wants to take a holiday even when everyone else is on vacation.

……

There is more than one place to pray and make offerings at a shrine.

Rows of people lined up on the left and right, waiting for those destined to do so to put in money, ring the bell, and pray to the God of Wealth—it's just like a bank counter.

The God of Wealth said: "Send money one by one, take your time, don't rush."

"Then I'll go first."

Ayumi called out and strode over to an empty spot with her short legs.

Qi Ming yawned again upon seeing this.

"Ai, are you going to pray later? What kind of wish do you want?"

"It's a secret, it won't work if I tell you. What about you, brother?"

"Me?" Qi Ming waved his hand.

"I'm too lazy to worship, the laws of the universe are different."

The laws of the universe?

Ai Haibara nodded unconsciously as she listened to Qi Ming's words.

They really are aliens.

"But honestly, you should worship me instead of the gods. Throwing a coin into that wooden bucket will only make a sound, but if you give me money, I might reluctantly say thank you."

Qi Ming squinted at the large bell hanging on the temple.

Haibara sighed and squinted at Qi Ming.

"Brother, do you mean you're a god?"

"of course."

Qi Ming made no attempt to hide his pride, and pointed to his forehead with his finger.

"The God of Games".

"...Hehe, that's amazing."

After a moment of silence, Ai Haibara made up her mind.

I must never ask Qi Ming such questions again, or say anything that would worsen his condition.

Nothing much happened after that.

The prayers of the crowd were completed.

They then turned back and headed to the stadium to watch the game.

……

National Stadium, Emperor's Cup Final.

Tokyo Souls and Big Osaka sprint across the green pitch.

The stands erupted in cheers as a player from the Soul Team headed the ball into the goal.

Even Conan, who was leaning against the railing, couldn't help but excitedly shout "Good shot!"

"The hero player is really strong. If it weren't for his injury, he probably would have made it into the World Cup team."

Mitsuhiko looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

"The World Cup is every national football team's dream. It would be great if we could win just one game in the World Cup."

Conan sighed.

In any case, Japan has never won a World Cup in this day and age.

As soon as Conan finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and quickly turned around.

Seeing that Qi Ming was still sitting obediently in his seat, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

No, I'm taking the game a little too seriously.

I almost forgot that my main task today was to keep an eye on this guy and make sure he didn't cause any trouble.

He might not be able to control what Qi Ming did behind the scenes, but at least Qi Ming was right in front of him now...

We absolutely, positively must not let something like that happen again!

but……

Conan scrutinized Qi Ming's expression.

It's a bit strange. Even though his eyes are on the field, it doesn't feel like he's watching the game.

"Brother Qi Ming, do you like football too?"

"Ok?"

Qi Ming, who was idly packing his backpack, was suddenly called out by Conan and immediately snapped out of his reverie.

"Not bad, pretty strong. I often play with clients, and I always beat them 7-0."

Qi Ming answered casually.

However, the "clients" mentioned here naturally refer to jobs in the real world.

"Wow, is Brother Qi Ming really that strong?"

Conan replied, somewhat surprised.

However, the word "client" that he heard was naturally translated as "client of the Black Organization."

Qi Ming is a member of that organization.

It goes without saying what kind of people his clients are.

I have a feeling that Qi Ming is alluding to something.

Combined with the bald man she saw making a deal with the organization when she was knocked unconscious.

After all, Conan couldn't imagine Gin, Vodka, and Qi Ming sweating it out on the court with a group of clients who were up to no good.

Qi Ming smiled confidently upon hearing Conan's praise.

"No, I always get my head shaved. Nobody in the whole company is better than me."

"...Is that so?"

Conan and Ai Haibara, who was sitting next to Qi Ming and listening in, both showed a hint of speechlessness.

How can you be so proud after losing 7-0?

Qi Ming glanced at Conan's expression and waved his hand dismissively.

"Hmph, this is the wisdom of our ancestors. Don't you understand human relationships and social customs?"

the other side.

Hearing Conan and Qi Ming's conversation, Ayumi and the others also came over to join in the fun.

Then came the opening lightning strike.

"Hey Qi Ming, how's your Chinese national football team doing? Did they make it to the World Cup?"

"...Go watch your game!"

……

The game is still going on on the field.

Qi Ming was almost asleep.

If they don't finish the game soon and don't let him play, he's really going to fall asleep...

"Ok?"

Just as Qi Ming was thinking this, he suddenly stood up and looked straight at the opposite table.

His eyes flashed with blue light, and he quickly locked onto a man wearing sunglasses and a mask in the arena.

as well as……

He was holding a black pistol.

Just now, a warning suddenly sounded in his mind.

Because he carried so many things on his body, he didn't know what each thing was.

Basically, he'll get a warning whenever someone points a gun at him.

After observing for a while, Qi Ming realized that the man didn't seem to want to shoot him.

I only caught a glimpse of myself because he was adjusting his direction.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Ai Haibara noticed Qi Ming's sudden standing up and the change in his expression, and asked him with some confusion.

"Someone has challenged me to a duel, and I have no choice but to accept."

Qi Ming said somewhat indignantly.

I was hoping for a peaceful and uneventful New Year, but you bastard, you actually tried to cause me trouble?

[The host has entered a random mission: Arena Coercion Incident]

A recap of the incident will be released later.

Qi Ming was taken aback.

Post-mortem analysis?

Are you even going to do a post-mortem analysis?

I've already seen that bastard with the gun, do I need you to do a recap?