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

On the other side of the stands.

The man aimed at a spare soccer ball located below Qi Ming's position.

Aim slightly and pull the trigger.

A slight noise was heard, but the gunshot was perfectly masked by the surrounding noise of people.

puff-

The bullet flew out and then hit the soccer ball precisely.

In just a moment, the punctured football deflated and shrunk.

This bizarre scene was noticed by Conan, who was watching the game from in front of the railing.

Something seems off.

Conan peered under the railing and frowned slightly when he saw the football deflating in such an unreasonable way.

He was about to step on the railing and jump down.

But fate was gripped tightly by the back of the neck by an iron hand.

Conan turned around abruptly, only to see that it was Qi Ming who had grabbed him.

"Brother Qi Ming, what are you doing?"

"What am I supposed to do?" Qi Ming glared at Conan angrily, grabbed him, and threw him onto the chair.

"Just sit here and watch the game."

"It's New Year's Day today, and your buff is still working."

buff?

what?

No longer thinking about what Qi Ming had said, Conan quickly said, "Brother Qi Ming, something seems to have happened. There seems to be a problem here!"

"No, no, no, the problem isn't here, the problem is you."

Qi Ming poked Conan's forehead in annoyance.

Just then, my phone vibrated slightly.

It seems the system's replay information has been sent.

Although the murderer had already seen it, Qi Ming still opened it and took a look.

I mainly wanted to see how twisted this guy's mind was, doing this kind of thing during the Chinese New Year.

[Case Review: The Threatening Incident at the National Stadium Due to Inequality]

Victims in the case: None

Perpetrators in the case: Passerby A, Passerby B

Motive: A year ago, a passerby, let's call him A, planned to rob a bank, but the robbery was sabotaged by a customer, and the plan failed completely. His girlfriend drowned her sorrows in alcohol, but the more she drank, the more worried she became—the final conclusion: He wanted to avenge his girlfriend.

"Wow, that rhymes so well."

"But can you speak human language?"

[On the day he attempted to rob a bank, Nichiri TV was hosting a program. He failed to steal any money, and his girlfriend committed suicide. This guy then tried to extort money from Nichiri, threatening to kill her if she didn't give him the money, and then leaked the story to the police, claiming it was Nichiri's fault.]

WTF?

Qi Ming's lips twitched slightly.

So what if there are too many people and you can't rob a bank? And you're blaming Nichiuri TV for broadcasting a program there and ruining your plans?

If you're bad at the game, practice more. If you can't handle losing, then don't play, okay?

However, this case seems quite amicable; despite the gunfire, not a single person died.

If the other party hadn't already sent out a challenge, I wouldn't have bothered to care.

After all, none of the missions you follow with Conan offer any rewards; you might as well do them for nothing.

"Ai, you stay here and watch the game for a while, I have something to take care of."

Qi Ming patted Ai Haibara's head and turned to leave.

Ai Haibara was about to ask Qi Ming what had happened when she turned her head and found that Qi Ming had disappeared.

Incidentally, Conan also disappeared.

Haibara sighed, too lazy to care about the game, and started flipping through the magazine.

……

Outside the stands, in a corner of the venue.

A passerby wearing sunglasses and a mask went to a corner, quietly put the handgun he had just fired into a black bag, and threw it into a trash can.

Then he made a phone call and quietly reported his work to his colleague on the other end.

“Boss, I’ve already notified the people at Nichiuri TV. If they don’t hand over 10 billion yen, we’ll kill them. If they try to evacuate the crowd and run away, we’ll open fire.”

Passerby B's lips were slightly parted beneath his mask, as if he was already fantasizing about what he would do when he received his share of the money.

For example, you could go to the Kabukicho district and have fun for three days and three nights straight.

"Hmph, Nichiri TV will definitely call the police now, so be careful."

The passerby on the other end of the phone, A, was clearly not as relaxed as passerby B, and gave a low, somber reminder.

"Of course, I'll have them call a car for me to leave later. We'll shake them off at the place where we've prepared spikes beforehand. But will you be okay on your end?"

"No problem at all."

The stranger on the other end of the phone smiled confidently.

"Those idiots in the police department would never guess where I am."

While the two were chatting, Qi Ming had already quietly stood behind Passerby B.

Conan quietly stood behind Qi Ming.

However, Qi Ming knew that Conan was following behind him.

Conan didn't say anything harsh today, and Qi Ming generously decided to let him gain the experience that should have been his.

But the passerby in front of them was not so alert and did not notice the two people, one big and one small, behind them.

Perhaps it was because he was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a brimless hat.

Apart from the phone pressed against his ear, he couldn't hear anything at all.

Qi Ming took a few steps closer to Passerby B, winked at Conan, and then raised his hand to make a chop gesture.

Conan's heart skipped a beat.

This guy's movements are so practiced...

Was that how he was knocked unconscious?

boom--

With a muffled thud, passerby B instantly fainted and collapsed heavily to the ground.

Face toward the ground.

It's estimated that when he wakes up, his light-colored mask will be stained dark by the blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

Conan quickly went to the trash can where Passerby B had thrown something away and took out the black package.

His face darkened instantly after the package was opened.

A Tokarev pistol with a silencer.

Judging from what just happened, was the reason the football deflated because of the shot fired by that person?

However, Conan was somewhat surprised.

"Brother Qi Ming, how... how did you find out about this person?"

There were so many people just now!

Qi Ming glanced at Conan. "Want to know?"

Conan nodded.

"Call me Dad and I'll tell you."

"dad."

Qi Ming stumbled, "How can you be so shameless? I told you to call me that, and you actually did?"

Conan stood with his hands behind his back, a grin on his face, and said nothing.

Sacrifice is necessary on the road to the truth.

It's just calling someone "Dad," it won't cost me anything, so I'll just call them that.

"Alright, alright, I'm not a person who goes back on their word. See for yourself."

As Qi Ming spoke, he tossed his phone to Conan.

However, Conan is only allowed to view the replay information sent to him by the system.

Conan took the phone and was shocked to see the message on it.

This information was as if someone had sent it to Qi Ming from a God's-eye view.

Who sent him these things?

Conan looked at the sender's number.

It's peculiar; the number is very long.

Furthermore, the entire string of numbers consists of zeros and ones.

Conan secretly glanced at Qi Ming, taking advantage of the fact that the other man's attention was not on him.

He quickly took out his phone and wrote down the number.

Conan now strongly suspects that there might be other organizations involved in this football field.

Moreover, that person's intelligence-gathering skills were simply outrageously advanced.

Conan now suspects that Gin and Vodka are actually low-level members of that organization.

The real members of the organization might all be like Qi Ming and the person who sent him the letter, possessing extraordinary abilities!