Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

"People like that have no sense of shame at all."

"If you want to scold him, you have to hit him where it hurts."

Haibara Ai suddenly spoke softly, secretly giving Baiquan Yi some advice.

"Oh?" Bai Quanyi looked over expectantly.

She twisted her body restlessly, adjusted her posture, turned her head away from his arms, and finally looked at the irritating greasy uncle with a common enemy.

Then, Miss Huiyuan, who possessed the skill of a sharp tongue, spoke:

"Uncle, no matter how much you say..."

"Team Novalu also lost today, didn't they?"

Haibara Ai's tone was flat and her eyes were calm.

It's like simply stating a basic fact.

There was clearly no emotion in that voice.

But it's... inexplicably irritating.

Especially when paired with Haibara Ai's calm and cold face.

The taunting effect is surprisingly good.

"You?!" Akano Kakutake's chubby face froze. "That was just an accident... He's almost as bad as that traitor, Takayuki Bigo!"

"But Team Novalu still lost, didn't they?"

"It's just a fluke!"

"Team Novalu lost."

"Shut up! Our main players made a temporary switch, and we only managed to let SPIRITS score one lucky goal. How can that be considered a loss?"

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"Team Novalu lost."

"..."

Haibara Ai directly turned into a parrot.

But Akano Kakutake was defeated just like that.

Because the defeat of the Noval team is the pain in his heart, a pain that objectively exists no matter how he denies it.

"Bastard...bastard!"

"We didn't lose...our team didn't lose!"

The subway station was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The veins on Akano Kakumu's forehead bulged.

His fat face turned pale with anger.

The SPIRITS fans standing by seemed to be inspired by Haibara Ai's demonstration.

Those who had been speechless and afraid to look up after being scolded by Akano Kakutake, now all knew how to fight back:

"Hahahaha... anxious, anxious, he's anxious."

.. ... ...

"Shut up!! Or I'll kill you!!"

"Come on... just this, just this?"

"Almost got it."

"..."

A deadly combo came down.

Akano Kakutake's eyes were bloodshot, his blood pressure soared, and his face turned blue and purple, as if he was about to explode in the next second.

"Ahhhhh!!"

He yelled like a groundhog at the crowd.

But no matter how vicious this hooligan is, he is alone. How can he shout louder than so many opposing fans who are against him?

"Go to hell, everyone!!"

Akano Kakutake finally exploded like a bull.

He rushed towards the crowd regardless of anything.

As a result, the crowd dispersed.

However, because he was too fat and moved too slowly, not only did he fail to catch up with anyone, but he was also stopped by the security at the subway station.

In the end... this farce just ended like that.

Everyone who had angered the football hooligan didn't dare to stay for long and went to take the subway.

Akano Kakutake was also feeling frustrated and had no place to vent his anger, so he walked into the subway station in a rage.

No one pays attention to him anymore.

Only Baiquanyi.

"What's wrong?" Huiyuan Ai was a little confused: "Why are you still staring at this annoying guy?"

"He's dead." Bai Quanyi replied with a complicated tone.

"Hmm..." Huiyuan Ai's expression was subtle: "There's no need to get angry with such a scumbag, right?"

"I'm not being angry."

"I'm serious." Bai Quanyi followed slowly:

"Today's case hasn't happened yet."

"And anyone who dares to mess with Conan and his friends while he's on vacation..."

"So far, no one has had a good ending."

Stick with Sister Bei and Xiao Ai

"Work again..."

Vermouth looked at him tacitly.

She knew that Bai Quanyi, the policeman, was getting more and more immersed in his role, and he would not remain indifferent while watching someone being killed in front of him.

Even though the victim this time was Akano Kakutake, a football hooligan who looked very annoying.

　"We have to protect this guy..."

Vermouth sighed reluctantly, but still gave Baiquanyi a serious look:

"I understand. Leave it to me this time."

The best killer is often the best bodyguard.

With her, an assassination expert, she could follow Akano Kakutake silently, making him invisible to everyone, including the murderer who might show up at any moment...

Unable to detect...

"I can't detect a ghost!"

After half a minute, Vermouth gave up.

Protect in secret?

She can't do this job.

Because there are too many people in this subway station.

There were huge crowds of people outside the subway station just now.

Now I've entered the subway station, passed the ticket gate, and stepped onto the subway platform. There are so many people that it looks like the Spring Festival travel rush... No, it's even more terrifying than the Spring Festival travel rush...

This is simply the morning and evening rush hour in Tokyo.

After countless games, fans wearing Nova Scotia and SPIRITS jerseys came out of the venue and poured into the subway station, a "small pool" with limited capacity, like rivers flowing into the sea.

The huge flow of people filled the platform in an instant.

The waiting passengers were like densely packed little sardines, crammed into this cramped big can.

With so many people, far exceeding the design capacity of the platform, even if the passengers have the quality of Japanese citizens at the level of "Nishi-Sekando Bandar Station", it will not have much effect.

Even if they wanted to line up, there was no space for them to form a line.

Everyone squeezed together like rice grains to form a rice ball.

This "rice ball" blocked the entire platform.

Behind the dense crowd stood a row of subway station security personnel wearing blue uniforms, white gloves and large hats on their heads.

They all had solemn expressions and serious eyes.

But they are not actually preparing to maintain order as if they were facing a major enemy.

Instead, he was gathering his strength, ready to push as hard as he could from behind once the subway arrived at the station, to force the passengers who couldn't squeeze onto the train.

Yes, during rush hour on the Tokyo Metro, there are people dedicated to "boosting" passengers on the platform.

If "subway old man's mobile phone.jpg" arrives here.

I'm afraid it will just become "subway elderly people's mobile phone.zip".

"I told you..."

Vermouth gave Baiquanyi a helpless look:

"I should have driven here today."

"This..." Baiquanyi was speechless.

Driving has its own troubles... In an international metropolis, where tens of thousands of people gather, parking is probably more difficult than getting on the subway.

And they haven't removed the tracker from the sports car yet.

Shiraizumi didn't want to meet with the FBI just to watch a game, so he simply followed Conan's original plan and took the subway with the children.

Now it seems……

Not considering the possibility of missing out on the case by not coming here, this is indeed a terrible choice.

Moreover, for Bai Quanyi, who wanted to prevent the case from happening, the "grand occasion" on the platform was also a trouble.

"Too many people."

"It's impossible to protect 'secretly'."

“In fact…” Vermouth glanced at Akano Kakutake who was not far away: “It’s a bit difficult for us to keep up with him now.”

The terrifying flow of people has caused the queue order on site to collapse.

Akano Kakutake is a football hooligan who disregards order and even the law. He has been to jail more than once. So what's the big deal about cutting in line?

He wouldn't just sit there behind the crowd, anxiously waiting for the subway trains:

"Get out of the way, everyone, get out of the way!"

"Bagya Road!"

Akano Kakutake used his greasy big hands to rudely push away the crowd blocking his way.

And he is still angry now.

As a well-known troll who has been blacklisted by several stadiums, the experience of being ridiculed by a primary school student and mocked by a group of fans of the opposing team without being able to fight back like today is undoubtedly a huge shame.

This made him extremely angry.

When he got angry, his eyes became bloodshot, veins bulged, and he gasped heavily, looking like an angry bull.

Seeing such a "madman" who was so angry that he looked like he wanted to kill someone cutting in line, the passengers naturally did not dare to stop him.

So Akano Kakutake was like a huge icebreaker, fighting his way through the frozen ice.

His rogue behavior of cutting in line also inspired many people with the same low quality.