Conan started from the chat group

"Know me?" Officer Otaki was taken aback.

"Hattori, it's almost the end of the second round. Why is there no movement? He said he would prove it to us to see if it was a joke." Conan said solemnly.

Hattori Heiji looked thoughtful, pinched his chin and said, "It's very strange. He said he would show us the proof at the end of the second round."

"Should it be a farce?" Officer Otaki frowned.

A group of three people looked around, walked to the top stand of the venue, and glanced around.

Suddenly Conan said: "Look outside, there is smoke."

"Fire?" Hattori Heiji saw thick smoke rising from a tall building in the city through the net.

"Ah, isn't that around Rokucho?" Officer Otaki said.

"Uncle Otaki, please call and ask the police station here. Also, I suspect that the murderer has seen you somewhere, maybe at the police station. It's best to recall if anything happened recently." Hattori Heiji wrinkled Said with a frown.

"Okay." Officer Otaki nodded, took out his cell phone and made a call.

I quickly got a reply from the police on the side of the fire. It was suspected that a bomb exploded. A fire broke out in a transportation company called Gaoye Transportation. People nearby said that they heard a loud noise and then saw flames bursting out.

Fortunately, the company was closed today, and no one was injured, so it was suspected that the loud noise was a bomb.

The faces of the three of them became ugly, and Officer Otaki did not tell the police over there the specific situation.

"Sure enough, it's a bomb. The evidence that guy wants to show us is outside Koshien. Damn it." Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth.

"Heiji, what should we do? Should we call the police?" Officer Otaki said.

"No, you can't call the police. There must be a bomb in Jiashiyuan. If the police come and cause a commotion or announce the suspension of the game, that person will definitely detonate the bomb and commit suicide." Conan said.

"Right."

Officer Otaki was taken aback, thought carefully, and said in confusion: "But, he wants to commit suicide, why is he still playing this game?"

Hattori Heiji and Conan were silent. After a while, the corner of Conan's mouth raised slightly, "Maybe that person wants us to stop him, and he didn't even notice it."

"Ah, this..." Officer Otaki was slightly startled.

"That's right, maybe he wants someone to stop him. Judging from the code, this person actually likes Koshien very much. The information is all about Koshien. The two wings are 96, 7 is the outfield in baseball, and 13 is the stands of Koshien. ’” Hattori Heiji said.

"That's what you say." Officer Otaki frowned, still unable to understand that person's behavior.

"Uncle Otaki, don't worry about what that person thinks for the time being. You have to investigate that person's information. Judging from the Takano Transportation Company where the explosion occurred, there must be something inside, or that person has a grudge with the Takano Transportation Company."

Hattori Heiji did not believe that someone would blow up a company for no reason, there must be something hidden in it.

"Okay." Police Department Otaki took out his mobile phone.

At this time, Hattori Heiji's cell phone rang, and he pressed the answer button, "Hey, what do you want to do?"

"Huh?" The person on the other side was slightly startled, apparently he didn't expect the phone to be connected so quickly, the code he gave was not difficult, but ordinary people are not familiar with baseball and Jiashien, so they can't unlock it.

"Talk, hello"

"Hehe, it's so interesting, what a funny kid, it seems that you can make me happier!"

"what are you saying."

"The demons of Koshien like your futile efforts."

"In vain?"

Hattori Heiji frowned, just as he was about to ask something, there was a beeping sound from the phone, and the phone hung up.

"Damn guy." Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth.

"What's the next signal, Hattori?" Conan asked.

It just so happened that there was a message on the communication.

"47 [3] 4."

Hattori Heiji murmured and smiled, "It seems that guy is not very good. According to the previous reasoning, this is all related to Koshien. 3 should be the jersey number in baseball, that is, the one who wears 3 on the field. For the guy with the number jersey, the last 4 is the stands, as for 47"

Hattori Heiji looked up at the place where the ball was played, "It should be there, position 47 on the side of first base."

"But is that really the case?" Officer Otaki asked.

"That's right, let's investigate the fourth-floor stand in the infield over there, and Conan will go to the third base over there." Hattori Heiji said.

"Wait a minute, Hattori, I'm going to borrow the radio from my uncle, I don't know how bad the game is."

"it is good."

Conan said goodbye to Hattori Heiji and went back to Uncle Mori.

Situ Xiu was drinking a drink, chatting leisurely with Hui Yuan Ai, occasionally saying some funny words, Hui Yuan Ai laughed out loud.

"By the way, you're really not worried about a big incident in Koshien, maybe a bomb case." Haibara Ai asked.

"Don't worry, those two people will take care of it. It's fine. We're here to watch the game, but we don't have as much free time as they do," Situ Xiu said.

"cough cough"

I don't know when Conan will come back. He coughed a few times, and said with a speechless face: "Yeah, we are all free, and we are free to help you settle the bomb incident."

"It's rude to eavesdrop on what others are saying." Situ Xiu curled his lips.

"Don't get me wrong, I came back to get the radio and I happened to hear it."

Conan rolled his eyes, walked up to Uncle Maori, and said, "Uncle, can you lend me your radio?"

"What are you doing?" Uncle Mao Li said in distaste.

"It's like this. If we look for that person, we won't be able to watch the game, so we want to hear the live broadcast." Conan laughed.

"Don't break it." Uncle Maori had no choice but to take out the radio and hand it to Conan, which was a prop for him to listen to the horse race.

"Goodbye."

Conan smiled and waved his hand. After walking a few steps, he walked back to Situ Xiu and whispered, "There is another code 47 [3] 4. I know the last two, but 47, I suspect it's not that simple."

"Let's not talk about other things, 3, you don't think it's the person wearing the No. 3 jersey on the field, the stands over there."

Situ Xiu crossed his arms and looked at player No. 3 on the baseball field. The stands over there were very close to player No. 3.

"Isn't it?"