The Phantom Thief of Heart! But Conan

"There was a gun in the field and someone fired?!"

"It should be..." The person in charge of the broadcast team, who was sweating profusely, tried to stay calm, his eyes rolling around wildly.

No one likes this kind of problem to occur during the live broadcast of the game. When the balloon was reflected in the camera, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"No one was hit, but I followed the call and turned the camera to the kid at the front of the auditorium. The ball hit the camera immediately and deflated the next second. It must have been caused by a pistol or something. ?”

"In this environment, the pistol may not be able to carry out high-precision attacks. The ball may have encountered someone using an air gun as a prank..." Megure Thirteen looked at the entire broadcast and live broadcast team sitting behind him. The signal car of the football team stated bluntly, "It is more likely that the sealing air plug on the football will suddenly fall off..."

Based on his experience in dealing with various ligands, the more ambiguous the moment, the more suspicious it is.

First use some not-so-clever basic logic to form a question, and then get a version of the answer from the person involved, so as to compare it with the reference answer. That will put the police into a passive situation. Even if there is no If you have experienced it, you will also hear about it if you stay in the search class.

"It's a Tokarev pistol." A confident and immature voice came from behind them.

Before turning around, Mumu Thirteen held up the brim of his hat.

He just said, it would be so embarrassing if it really had nothing to do with the detectives to make such a big fuss...

"It's you again, kids, and Karasawa-kun." Megure Thirteen nodded to a few people in general, "Where's Brother Maori, didn't you come over to watch the game with you?"

"No, Mr. Detective Maori still has his own family affairs to deal with." Tangze told the truth.

Cultivating a relationship with your ex-wife can indeed be considered part of family affairs, right?

"Oh, that's good..." Mumu Shisan let go of his hand holding the brim of his hat and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were just a group of kids who loved playing detective pretending games, and a high school student who, although his reasoning ability was good, had always been separate from the police and detectives, and rarely actively participated in the investigation of cases, the lethality should be greater than that of Brother Maori. When it was smaller.

...No, what kind of thinking is this.

It was all due to the endless incidents surrounding the detectives in the past few days. He was almost conditioned by these detectives.

"Hey, you seem to be the children in the first row captured in the camera..." The person in charge of the TV station immediately recognized the person from the conspicuous hat decoration and was surprised.

"You should have just happened to see her hat fall off, and then the next moment the ball jumped up and suddenly deflated." Conan patted Haibara Ai on the back, and then raised a hand, "I just happened to jump into the court. Inside, I quickly found this, embedded in the track rubber around the venue.”

In his palm was a deformed warhead wrapped in a handkerchief.

Mu Mu Thirteen winked to the side, and the police officer from the Search Section walked over with a transparent evidence bag in a familiar manner, packed the important evidence that was collected through unknown methods, and handed it to the target. In the hands of Mu Shisan.

It is said to be a key evidence, but now they have not had time to make any judgment on this suspected shooting case, and there is no way to block and evacuate the crowd. In theory, how can anyone in the venue want to investigate their surrounding environment? Criminal Police None of them have the right to ask.

But holding such a bullet that was destined to only become a clue but not evidence, Mu Mu Shisan still felt very heavy.

This misses an opportunity to directly convict the prisoner...

"Indeed. 7.62 caliber bullets...made in Russia?" Megure Thirteen got closer and carefully observed the details of the warhead.

"A Russian-made pistol that can hold such bullets, especially considering that this was a shooting in Tokyo, must be the 'Tokarev' that was smuggled into the island in large numbers!" Conan frowned. , his mind wandered instinctively, "The lethality is high, the accuracy is acceptable, and the production cost is relatively low among this type of pistol. Many similar firearm cases in Tokyo are of this type. And if no one at the scene heard the gunfire, it must have been Yes, a silencer was installed..."

Memu Shisan moved his gaze away from the bullet, lowered his head speechlessly, and looked at the stubbornly raised hair on Conan's head: "...Where did you learn this from?"

Moreover, he, a criminal police officer, can easily determine the caliber and corresponding firearm as soon as he sees the warhead, and a first-grade elementary school student can pick out the warhead, hold it in his hand and rub it twice to estimate the caliber. Are they two different things?

"Uh, ah hahaha, that's it, Uncle Maori..."

Conan shrank his neck, and was about to smoothly throw the pot to Mouri Kogoro again, when Karasawa, who was leading several children like a duck, suddenly spoke.

"Conan was quite curious, and we happened to have encountered similar guns in previous cases, so Conan and I asked Uncle Maori to teach us some basic gun identification skills."

"Previous cases..." Megure Shisan's eyes moved to Tang Ze's face, and he quickly remembered what Tang Ze was talking about through key words.

He was referring to the group of robbers that several people encountered on the bus when they went skiing.

...How should I put it? As soon as he saw Karasawa, Megure Thirteen's head, which was already aching due to the detectives' accident constitution, became even more painful.

Tang Zejun's situation is not the same as that of the detectives.

Calculating according to the current rules, when a detective appears, there is a probability that a murder will occur, and when Tangze appears, there is a probability that a public security incident will occur. And the two combined together may lead to some twists and turns and bizarre unsolved cases...

"Yes, because the children have really encountered kidnappers more than once. I think they should know some common sense in related fields and prepare for a rainy day." Unknown to Mumu Police Department, Tang Ze, who was about to write out the rules and regulations step by step in his mind, He said nonsense with a calm look on his face.

"So Conan-kun can basically feel for the bullet and determine the approximate model and ammunition size?"

"Ah, that's what it looks like now."

"...Only relying on some graphic explanations and basic training?"

"Well, Conan's talent is relatively good."

Conan, who had already possessed this skill, looked at the tips of his shoes guiltily.

"Huh, after being a criminal policeman for so many years, I used what I learned to teach children this. Brother Maori, it's true." Although he could barely accept this setting, Mu Mu Thirteen was still quite helpless.

This was definitely an area that elementary school students did not need to know much about, but looking at the familiar faces of these children, he had to agree with the concerns of Karasawa and Mouri Kogoro.

"In short, it is currently confirmed that there is an unknown gunman in the venue. Everyone, stop the game immediately and use the fastest time to evacuate the players and spectators in the venue!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, he turned around and rushed to the subordinates he had brought behind him to give orders.

"Yes!" the police officers agreed with a bang.

"No, no!" The person in charge got excited and hurriedly objected loudly, "The man on the phone said that we can't stop the game or evacuate the audience. If we act rashly, he, he will start shooting directly into the venue..."

In fact, calling the police is not allowed for this threat.

It’s just that the person in charge of the broadcast knew that the game was in full swing at this time, and the gunners in the middle of the field had no way of understanding what was happening outside the field, and such a big thing was simply not something he, a director, could handle.

"Using the entire stadium as a threat..." Mumu Shisan looked solemn as he listened to the cheers coming from the venue.

This is still being broadcast live through the TV station. If the gunman really goes crazy and even shoots directly in front of the camera at the players or the audience that the camera scans, this horrific scene will be immediately accompanied by the TV signal and sent To the people around the world watching this game.

"What is the gangster's request?" Takagi Wataru, whose action mode quickly switched to the kidnapping case, automatically took two steps forward and confirmed for Mumu Shisan.

"Prepare 50 million yen before halftime and put it in a bag. He will contact you again where the money is to be paid." The person in charge answered.

"Are you the target of his blackmail?" Mumu Shisan looked at the person in charge and mentally classified the possible motives for the gunman's behavior.

No wonder the person who received the call was the TV station's director team. It was the TV station that the murderer was blackmailing.

"Yes, they are blackmailing our daily TV station." The man nodded and accepted the question.

The call was made directly to their TV station's broadcast truck, and furthermore, it was called directly to his mobile phone. This was an inescapable fact, and there was no need to hide it.

"Is it a gunman who has a grudge against the TV station, or even a terrorist attacker who wants to expand his influence?" Megure Thirteen frowned in confusion, "What does the other party's voice sound like?"

Although it is very difficult to locate a list of suspects in such a wide range, how much easier is it to find a hidden gunman in a stadium that accommodates tens of thousands of people and is like looking for a needle in a haystack? The work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

"The voice was very deep and vague. I could only roughly distinguish the content of the words. However, it must be the voice of an adult male." The director replied affirmatively.

"It looks like the microphone was covered with cloth or something, deliberately confusing the view." Megure Thirteen was slightly relieved, "Are you ready for 50 million yen?"

"Well, the station knows the news and is sending it over here." The director, who was thinking about it and finally threw the hot potato out, breathed a sigh of relief.

Several photographers and their equipment were also sent here, but there was no need to tell the police about this.

Being blackmailed is indeed a bad thing, but it also means absolute exclusive information and in-depth perspective. The sense of smell of Rimai TV has always been very sensitive.

"Then follow the basic kidnapping process first. Arrange a group of people to dress in plain clothes and sneak into the auditorium from different entrances! When the gangster calls again next time, control everyone in the venue who is using the phone! "The experienced Mumu Shisan makes decisions very quickly.

"Yes!" the police officers promised loudly again.

"Then you guys, go back first. The situation is a bit dangerous. You'd better inform your parents directly and come to pick you up." Mumu Shisan looked at a few people and said in good faith.

"Hey, this is a little girl." The director lowered his head and looked at Haihara Ai, who had his hands in his pockets and said nothing, with a cool expression, and said in surprise, "It's strange, the man who called is not using this at all. What's the name..."

Conan was stunned, and his expression immediately darkened.

This statement is very illustrative.

"Wait, Megure Police Department!" When Megure Thirteen was about to catch up with his subordinates and turn around to give further instructions, Conan called out to him, "I think it is necessary to reconsider the arrest strategy."

Although it is also a method to control everyone who is talking on the phone at the time, spreading the police force to this extent, not to mention the situation of omissions, may completely expose the problem.

There are more than 56,000 people in the stadium...

"The ball was shot directly below us. First of all, the shooter was definitely not in the stands directly behind us, but it must not be far away from us." Conan carefully analyzed the situation and began to construct a rough summary of the entire venue in his mind. Sketch map.

"Yes, Tokarev's accuracy is limited and he cannot support point shots from too far away. Since the opponent directly uses the TV station's camera to lock them in on the ball being hit, the shot will not achieve his expected effect if it drifts. Yes." Mumu Shisan agreed.

"But look at Haiyuan's appearance." Conan gestured to the girl next to him.

Haibara Ai was wearing a slim-fitting black one-piece dress. She mainly wore a large windbreaker over the skirt to cover her figure. Her fluffy curly hair was also completely covered by a large woolen hat, and her hair was almost invisible. color.

As long as he saw her whole body, the gunman would quickly realize her true gender.

"If you were lying on the railing at that time, you could only see your hands, head, and part of your shoulders. It would definitely be covered by the wall of the stands." Mumu Shisan looked at Haibara Ai and guessed.

"So, the person who saw us must be in the east stand directly opposite us, across the entire field." Conan quickly reasoned out the only possibility, "In other words, the person who was watching us and calling the TV station, There were at least two more criminals than the actual shooter."

Mumu Shisan was startled. He looked at Conan's serious expression, thought for a while following his flawless reasoning, and nodded solemnly.

"Use the walkie-talkie to inform the people in the infiltration team to change the mission objective. They cannot act rashly without my instructions!"

Conan watched calmly as the police officers became busy with his reasoning again. There was no look of complacency on his face, but more seriousness.

How to identify two extremely dangerous kidnappers like looking for a needle in a haystack among more than 50,000 people...

"Let's go." Tang Ze, who was standing by and admiring the whole process, lowered his head and looked at each other with Haihara Ai, and patted Conan, who was standing still with a heavy face.

Seeing that the child didn't respond at all, Tang Ze shook his head, lifted Conan up by the waist, and held him in his arms.

"Eh, eh?" Conan's feet abruptly left the ground and struggled twice in panic in the weightlessness, "What's wrong?!"

"Okay, don't look like the lives of tens of thousands of people in the audience are on your shoulders. It's not you who caused the danger. If you have a heavy sense of responsibility, you will not grow up." Tang Ze held Conan between his arms and reached out accurately. He grabbed the collar of Genta Kojima, who was the most bouncy, and walked towards the gymnasium, "I have a plan, everyone. Let's go see the arrangements of the police and the TV station first."