Model worker and his little darling

Looking at the number 47 on his notebook, Conan felt like he understood something.

Seeing that time was running out, the three exchanged information, but found nothing.

"Heiji, what does the silver club mean in Koshien?"

"Silver? Or could it be a silver umbrella? That big roof on the ceiling behind the netting, that's the Silver Mountain."

Conan looked back and said, "The second phone must be there. 47 refers to the atomic number of silver."

As they ran, the two pondered the meaning of the remaining numbers. When they arrived at the meeting point, Hattori's eyes lit up when he saw the Baberus Monument, located slightly to the left of the center of the silver umbrella.

“I understand, [3] is Babe Ruth’s jersey number. In other words, the second phone is in the fourth row, on the left, right behind the net.”

Finally, Hattori answered the short call when the phone rang.

"Listen, I'll find the third phone soon and find out exactly where you are. You'd better watch out..."

Before Hattori could finish his harsh words, the other end of the line hung up without warning, and the third coded message appeared.

[ ] 13.

They were all confused.

Officer Otaki directly voiced his doubts, "This person is no ordinary psychopath. If he really wanted to commit suicide, why would he go to the trouble of leaving these difficult-to-understand codes for us to find him?"

"Did he want someone to stop him from committing suicide? I believe that deep down this guy definitely wanted someone to stop him from committing suicide, which is why he unconsciously did these things."

"I think Pingqing is right. No one could have come up with these codes unless they were very interested in or had studied the Koshien tournament."

Hattori nodded. "Officer Otaki, I think we still need to continue investigating Takano Freight. It should be related to the accident that happened a month ago. He knows so much about baseball, I'm also very curious about his motives."

The group split up and began to act. Pingqing found the man again, who was staring at the people in the stands with a sinister look.

Would someone like that really want someone to stop them?

His son died because he had exhausted himself practicing at the baseball field and was riding his bike home when he failed to brake in time, causing the accident.

It feels like he's using suicide as an excuse to drag everyone down with him.

Pingqing quietly approached, then knocked the mentally unstable middle-aged man unconscious with a single karate chop, and took the shopping bag full of bombs from his hands.

They led the person to a secluded corner to avoid being discovered by Conan who might suddenly appear. They then began examining the bomb in the bag; it was a very ordinary one, probably bought from a convenience store.

There are also photos of his son inside, who looks like a sunny, cheerful, and passionate young man.

Looking at the marked locations on the map, one of them was where they bought their tickets. Ping Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. No wonder they were the main characters; they just seemed to have a knack for bombs.

Seeing that time was running out, the two people searching for their phones outside also became anxious.

"Damn it, there's no time left. That guy is about to detonate the bomb and commit suicide. We haven't heard anything from Pingqing either."

"There's no way around it, he doesn't know anything about baseball. Even if he's seen the criminal, finding him among so many people is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

Just then, the radio picked up the word "missed call," and Conan rushed outside, with Hattori having no choice but to follow.

Conan pointed to the map, "Look, the stadium entrances are numbered 1 through 24, but numbers 17 and 22 are missing."

"I understand. No number means it will always be an empty number. Gate 22 will be used to build the Hanshin Tigers' archives at Koshien Stadium, where retired jerseys will be displayed."

"Heiji, between 21 and 23, should be the right stand, near our position."

The two were shocked and ran frantically inside.

Xiaolan!

Kazuha!

At the same time, the cell phone rang.

Following the sound, Kazuha found the phone at her feet and picked it up in confusion. "How come there's a phone here?"

The two, who had rushed over, saw Kazuha about to answer a phone call. "Kazuha, no!" they said, quickly snatching the phone away.

"Have you done that? We've found the last phone, aren't you going to show up yet?"

Heiji silently moved his phone away; Hattori's voice was too loud.

"it's me."

Hattori didn't quite react when he heard Hirakiyo's voice.

Conan snatched the phone away, "Hirakiyo-nii-san..."

"I've found the person, come over here."

Seeing the two's strange behavior, Ran, Kazuha, and Uncle Mori all realized that something had happened.

When the group arrived at the place Pingqing had mentioned, they saw a somewhat disheveled man lying on the ground, while Pingqing squatted down beside him, examining his bag.

"When you arrived, I found him on the phone. I had no choice but to knock him unconscious."

Conan sighed. He and Hattori had been running around searching for the phone and deciphering the code; their legs were practically worn thin from all the running. Unexpectedly, Hiraiyoshi was faster and found the person directly.

Uncle Mori frowned. "Hirakiyo, what's going on?"

“He’s going to commit suicide here. He was the one who called Hattori just now. Look.” After saying that, Hirakiyo pulled a bomb out of his bag and handed it to everyone.

"Hey, Pingqing-ge, be careful!"

Seeing Hattori's exaggerated reaction, Taira no Kiyoshi put the bomb back.

"Don't worry, it won't explode. Let the police take the person away first."

Upon seeing this, Officer Otaki began contacting the Hyogo Prefectural Police.

After hearing Hattori and Heikiyo's explanation, the group finally understood what had happened that day.

Conan looked at the unconscious man lying on the ground, never expecting that the murderer would be such a man.

……

"The museum admission ticket is only 500 yuan, and all the cakes at the cake shop are half price. If I let this opportunity slip away, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Ran, who was being dragged along by Sonoko, said helplessly, "Sonoko, the cake can't run away anymore."

The cake museum was packed with people, and the little house displaying cakes looked like it was made of cookies, just like something out of a fairy tale.

The cottage was filled with all kinds of cakes, and Sonoko and Ran were dazzled by the sight.

As Su Dai admired the various cakes on display, she remarked, "There are quite a lot of people here."

Margot followed listlessly behind, asking, "Why did I have to come to a place like this with you?"

"What? You prefer getting beaten up on the training field?"

Margot has been having a terrible time these past two days, getting beaten to a pulp by Gin at the training ground.

Margot pouted. "Now that someone's back, they don't have time to beat me up. I wonder what the two of them are doing right now."