Rebirth of Conan as a Detective

On the football field in the park, after going back and forth to continue training, Sanada Takadai couldn't help but feel sour for a while, and gradually felt hopeless.

"Fake moves! Come on, master, can't you even make fake moves?"

Damn, he seems to understand that this cheap master is basically the same as an ordinary high school football player except for shooting and ball control, and he can't reach the J-League level at all.

It’s not enough to be able to shoot alone. If you don’t know how to occupy and run, you can’t even get the ball, and it’s not easy to shoot on the court. Opponents won’t give cheap masters a chance to shoot.

"It's fine to fake it," Gao Cheng said, wiping off his sweat, "Teach me how to handle the ball as a striker."

There is indeed a distance between proficient level football and professional players. In order to train him, he did not rely on his own speed. Only in this way can he know his own shortcomings and improve football to the proficient level.

Moreover, even if he has good physical fitness, it is impossible to run from start to finish on the court. Because of his lack of skills, he still needs to rely on his own speed to pass people, which must be more difficult than others.

You must learn how to conserve energy on the court, rest when you should run, and rest when you should run.

"I can't teach these things for a while," Sanada Takata said with a bitter face, "Besides, two people can't practice. Master, teach me how to shoot!"

He could feel that Gao Cheng's shooting definitely surpassed those seniors in the J-League. As long as he learns... no, even if he only learns half of it, it is enough for him to improve greatly. Not only can he change the recent downturn, he may also surpass Bihu.

As a talented football player himself, he has this confidence, but...

Who is teaching whom now?

Brother, you're not a professional football player, so what's the use of training? Is being a detective bad?

"I can't teach you, I can at most practice with you," Gao Cheng took back the football and said speechlessly, "You are the J-League player..."

"J-League players are sometimes in bad shape," Sanada Takata said with a smile on his face, "That's why I want to ask you, master, the trick to control the strength of your feet..."

"Buzz!"

The phone in Gao Cheng's pocket suddenly vibrated.

"Hey, it's me, the prisoner's letter? Okay, I see, I'll go there right away.

"

Gao Cheng finished talking on the phone under Sanada's suspicious gaze, and his expression turned serious.

"Sorry, I have something to leave, see you next time."

"Hey," Sanada said in a daze, "then mine..."

"You just want to prove yourself too much, why don't you take a good rest, if you can't do it, you can try kicking eggs."

Gao Cheng waved his hands and ran out of the field with a towel on.

He had experienced it in the practice just now, that Sanada is indeed of the level of an ace striker, but his personality is a bit rough, and he will lose his state when he is anxious.

As for the trick of controlling strength...

It's just that he knows everything after reaching the master of swordsmanship. There is no trick, just kick the egg slowly and calm down.

"A famous detective is a famous detective, so busy," Sanada Takata watched Gaocheng leave the park, scratched his hair and said in distress, "But is kicking eggs really useful?"

...

Mori Detective Agency, Megure and his team gathered again, this time even Sato and Takagi followed to check the information left by the prisoner.

"Detective Maori, don't think that the matter will end here. There will be more people witnessing the explosion than last time and sharing the horror time. Detailed instructions will be announced in the future. So, I wish you a good performance..."

"That's what's on the card," Mu Mu said in a deep voice, "it should be that the prisoner's letter can't be mistaken. It's the same as the message to Brother Maori before. The last sentence is 'I wish you a good performance'. When did you find the card?" of?"

"This morning," Xiaolan looked at the cautious crowd and explained weakly, "an envelope and package arrived in the mailbox of the office. As soon as I took it out, I saw this card in the mailbox..."

"Can you determine the approximate time when the prisoner dropped the card into the mailbox?"

"This, when I opened the mailbox yesterday evening, I didn't see it. It should have been put in after that."

"Yesterday evening?" Sato and Takagi looked at each other. "In this case, Nakaoka should not be a prisoner. He has been detained in the detention center and will not be released until this afternoon."

Mu Mu frowned even tighter, his fat face was full of clouds.

He always felt that he was being led by the nose by the prisoner...

"By the way, Xiaolan," Mu Mu suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can you show us the envelope?"

"Okay," Xiaolan got up and said, "The package seems to have arrived early this morning. The sender is a fan of the Tokyo Soul team. There is a tie and a thank you letter to Dad..."

The package was an envelope the size of a document bag, and the seal was full of overflowing paste, and when Mumu received it, he accidentally got the paste in his hand.

"But having said that, although there is no password in this message, it seems to have some hints," Shiratori said on the card, "It says that more people will witness the explosion than last time... I think it refers to the next time He will choose places where more people gather to plant bombs."

"More people?" Mu Mu said in a deep voice after looking at the envelope, "But last time there were about 80,000 people gathered in the Dongdu Football Stadium, is there any place with more than 80,000 people?"

"A concert of 100,000 people!" Chiba exclaimed in surprise, "The concert at Shiodome Stadium on December 3rd is claimed to have 100,000 people!"

"One hundred thousand people, so that's the case," Takagi looked at Mori Kogoro vigilantly, "So, Ms. Yoko, who has a good personal relationship with Mr. Mori, also participated in that concert."

"Is the prisoner really targeting Brother Maori?"

Mu Mu pondered and rubbed his chin, then turned to Gao Cheng who had been silent at the back and asked, "Brother Chenghu, what do you think?"

Gao Cheng was still in a daze, and raised his head when he heard this: "No matter what, we still need to investigate those five people further."

Relying on the clues and hints given by the prisoner, he will inevitably be led by the nose. He does not want to be influenced by the prisoner, but investigates in his own way.

The prisoner gave all kinds of secret signs and messages, if they were not simply using [Longteng] to provoke, then it might be related to the prisoner's purpose.

For example, hiding your true intentions, or creating an alibi for yourself...

He basically didn't pay much attention to the analysis of the police officers Mumu just now, even if Kazuya Nakaoka seemed to have an alibi, he would not give up his doubts.

Of course, the prisoner's message is not useless, and in turn, one can guess the prisoner's true intentions.

As Shiratori analyzed, the message clearly indicated the place where the bomb was placed, and it was easy to see that the prisoner should be able to imagine that Shiodome Gymnasium would be under close surveillance by the police.

In this case, the prisoner is simply asking for trouble. With the protection of the police, it is impossible to plant a bomb in the Shiodome Gymnasium...

On the other hand, the prisoner was sure that the police would think of Shiodome Gymnasium, but in fact Shiodome Gymnasium was just a cover, and the prisoner played word games in that sentence.

More people witnessing the explosion... doesn't necessarily mean that it exploded in one place, that's the only way to make sense.

What is important now is the further investigation of the five suspects. No matter how the criminals hide or mislead them, the real motives will never be wrong...

When they left the Mori Detective Agency, they turned their investigation direction to Shiodome Gymnasium, and re-investigated Yamamori and Kada of Nikmai TV, because both of them were related to the Shiodome concert.

The major suspicion falls on Shansen, because Shansen's mantra is similar to the last sentence in the prisoner's message, both of which are "I wish you a good performance".

Gao Cheng looked back at the back of the uncle by the window on the second floor, with a strange expression on his face.

Other issues are unclear, but judging from what the prisoner did, it was a challenge to the uncle.

The mistake in the mantra, it seems that the criminal did it on purpose, easily playing with the uncle and the police in the palm of his hand...

He suddenly wanted to meet the bomber.

I want to know whether the other party is really high IQ, or just a coincidence.

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