The Mute Female Fortune Teller of Ke Xue World

Chapter 324
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Matsuda Jinpei felt a little weird in his heart, but he couldn't notice anything wrong for the moment.

Matsuda Jinpei turned his head to look at Rei Fuguya and asked, "If the prisoner is really Kazuya Nakaoka, do you two really think that he won't blow up this place?" Even if this is the place where his dream flew.

What Zhonggang Yiya is doing now is detonating the arena. The most direct damage is the interests of the J League and the place he dreamed of at the beginning. If he really still hangs around that place, how can he be merciless? As for detonating the arena that is being played, he will detonate the arena, which means that the arena is no longer a sacred and inviolable place for him, and the J League has nothing to do with him, so he can hold back nothing The venue for the detonation match.

So, Zhonggang Yiya, who was already indifferent to him at the beginning, would he really show mercy to this?
Matsuda Jinpei stood on the steps of the National Arena and thought to himself, the answer is still unknown, so Matsuda Jinpei did not agree with their reasoning, because it was too idealistic and too uncontrollable, and this was impossible. To protect the lives and safety of citizens, what he wants is the most direct and precise answer.

After hearing Matsuda Jinpei's words, Muzi didn't react, but Jianggu Ling took a look at Muzi, Jianggu Ling took a step forward and said, "It doesn't matter, is there a bomb in the National Stadium, or is it the prisoner's heart?" It doesn't matter whether there is a person's rationality or not, the important thing is that we can determine who the prisoner is from the particularity of the National Stadium, and as long as we catch the prisoner, all the bombs will not be a problem."

It was only at this time that Matsuda Jinpei realized what Kiko Aoyama and Rei Fuguya were thinking, and looked at the two of them in disbelief, "It's too tacit to say that you're trying to get everything out of the pot." Then he shrugged and said in disappointment, "However, Do you know where the prisoner is now?" I have already thought about catching the prisoner, why do you think so beautifully!

Muzi shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are only two possibilities. One, my guess is wrong. The prisoner is Keiichiro Benpu, so we don't need us. The Metropolitan Police Department is already rushing over. Two, my guess That's right, the prisoner should be in..." Muzi paused, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Dongdu Stadium."

Matsuda Jinpei and Fukitani Rei both looked at her, wondering, why is it the Toto Stadium?
"Did you think that was the first place to be detonated, so you said the prisoner was there?" Matsuda Jinping slightly looked up at Muzi. One night, Muzi was on his left, and he was sitting on the steps again, so The whole action seemed a little awkward.

Muzi was silent for a while, "Basically, I think there should be some special meaning for the prisoner to choose there first. Now that it has been repaired almost, maybe the prisoner will choose to detonate there again."

At this time, Furutani Rei uttered a rather surprising word, "No. 11 striker." He murmured, not knowing what he was thinking.

Matsuda Jinhei immediately frowned, "Is there still No. 11 places that will be detonated?" Otherwise, why did the warning letter mention No. 11 forwards last time?

"The prisoner's warning letter clearly stated that there are ten places, so there should be no No. 11 places." Speaking of this, Jiang Gu Ling's eyes darkened, and he suddenly thought of another thing just now, saying, " However, the prisoner's warning letter did not clearly state that the ten venues were the ten that were playing."

Matsuda Zhenping was speechless. The most obvious feature of this type of prisoner is that he can’t tell lies, but he can play word games with you. This is the most annoying thing. It always makes people think that the police are being played by prisoners. The feeling of being led by the nose by the monkey jumping up and down the mountain is very bad.

"I don't rule out the possibility of the prisoner's temporary repentance," Muzi looked at the venue where the competition was taking place, and a strange feeling began to emerge in his heart. Something seemed wrong here at the National Stadium. The emotion in Muzi's eyes was unusually serious, and his hands He caressed his arm, and the fine fluff on it stood up slightly, as if something happened without them knowing.

All the opportunities are with the prisoner, and the police are now helpless except for the warning letter.

"Indeed." Furutani Rei's expression also became serious, "However, even if he wants to repent, it will probably be after the game is over." Because the most obvious characteristic of this type of prisoner is that he can't tell lies.

"Then, is the so-called No. 11 striker just a title?" At the beginning, no one paid attention to the vocabulary of the No. 11 striker. After all, everyone's attention fell on finding that special striker. On the ball path.

Muzi looked at Matsuda Jinpei, fell silent for a moment, shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, and then said, "We are not confirming this." Is the so-called No. 11 forward just a title, or is it true that the prisoner will prepare No.11 arenas.

Now all the competitions are in the same venue, only the National Stadium is the most special. The prisoner once played a game here and won the final victory for his team, so Muzi followed his instinct and came here.

No matter whether there is the so-called No.11 competition venue or not, they did not lose money this trip, at least they got the answer that they were not sure about.

Matsuda Jinpei stood up at this time, his eyes were unusually serious, "Takadai Sanada received the ball." His seriousness was based on the form of the game on the field. They have been uncertain about things, and they will soon be able to get a A breakthrough, and this breakthrough may be the most important weight for them to win the final victory.

While Fuguya Rei and Matsuda Jinpei were staring at the field seriously, Muzi silently took out the binoculars he got from somewhere, and stared at the crossbar above the goal. Soon, a football came into view. The eyelid slammed into the crossbar with a bang, and the crossbar was deformed backwards for a while, and then recovered quickly. Obviously, the ball was missed.

However, Muzi also got the answer she wanted. She put away the binoculars and looked at the big screen, which is the electronic display.

Together with Takada Sanada on the field, a total of five people present were staring at the electronic display screen. However, to everyone's disappointment, the electronic display screen did not flash twice as the prisoner said. Didn't the football hit the screen? Crossbar?
Furutani Rei and Matsuda Jinhei looked at each other, the same doubts filled their eyes, the field is too big, and the range that humans can witness is limited, the two of them did see the ball hit the crossbar, But the final result made them doubt their eyes. Could it be that the result they saw was wrong because of the distance?

The two looked at Muzi together, but they saw the binoculars in her hanging hand, and the two fell silent at the same time.

Jiang Gu Ling smiled and asked, "Did you see clearly?" Did the football hit the crossbar?

Muzi turned his head to look at the two people beside him, nodded, "We bumped into each other."

Originally, the two of them planned to block Muzi and calculate today's accounts carefully, but they did not expect to hear such a result.

Both of them were taken aback, Matsuda Jinping stood up, looked at Muzi with complicated eyes, "I didn't expect, your answer is right."

The three people who turned around and left didn't notice that on the audience stand diagonally opposite them, there was a person looking at them suspiciously. She turned around and asked her best friend if she saw it, but it turned out that her best friend was too obsessed with the game Yes, she got a negative answer.

Glancing in the direction where the three people's backs disappeared, Xiaolan thought that Muzi didn't like football games. that color.

Muzi got into the car and paused for a moment. Thinking of what prisoner No. 11 forward said, she thought it would be better to bring a soccer player with her, so she called Conan.

Conan was sitting in the police car that got away with it at this time, and when he was rushing to the place where the prisoner said by Shiratori Ren Sanlang, he suddenly received a call from Muzi.

"Hey, sister Muzi, what's the matter?" Conan deliberately called out the title that he would shout in front of people to remind Muzi that he is with other people now.

Muzi's voice over there didn't come over right away, and she said after a while, "Just wait a while and read the message I sent, and then send me your address."

Conan who hung up the phone was at a loss, he couldn't figure out what Muzi's call was for, and he checked the phone, there was no text message on the phone.

Mori Kogoro watched Conan's actions from the sidelines, feeling unhappy.

Mu Mu Shisan also looked back sensitively and asked, "Is something wrong, Conan?"

At this time, I may just see the text message from Muzi, with a childish smile on my face, I shook my head and said, "It's nothing, Sister Muzi just said that she needs to find me, Officer Mumu, put me down in the parking space ahead. Bar."

The speeding police car started to slow down and stopped on the side of the road. A child came down from the top, with an unsatisfactory expression on his face. He was holding a mobile phone in his hand. He didn't know what he was looking at, and the expression on his face was even more depressed. Yes, there are words in his mouth.

"How did that guy find the prisoner so quickly, and said that the police found a fake." Conan couldn't figure out how Muzi did it, but when he saw Muzi, he understood instead. Because there are helpers.

A row of speeding cars stopped beside Conan. Conan held up his mobile phone and looked at the car with a little horror. The hair on his head had just fallen. If the driver's driving skills were poor, he might die on the spot!
The car door opened, and Conan stared wide-eyed at the person above, and blurted out without thinking, "How did you become like this?!"

　If there is no accident, there should be another chapter today

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