Freeloading Can Be Addictive

"So you like watching football too, Brother Fujino."

Mitsuhiko paused, then hesitated and said, "But it seems we don't have enough tickets."

Don't worry.

At this moment, Conan chimed in, pulling out several tickets from his pocket. "If Fujino also wants to go, then we can use Professor Agasa's tickets."

"Is Professor Agasa also going to watch the ball game?"

Mitsuhiko was surprised.

"Actually, Professor Agasa bought our tickets. He originally planned to take us to see the ball game."

After a pause, Conan continued, "But this morning, he accidentally mixed up the wrong reagent while conducting an experiment, and was injured in the explosion and hospitalized. He's still lying in bed now."

"..."

Fujino fell silent for a moment upon hearing this, then, after regaining his composure, asked, "Then he hasn't passed away, has he?"

"It's nothing serious."

Conan waved the ticket in his hand, "It's just that a wall was blown up. He'll probably be discharged in a few days."

"..."

Fujino was speechless again.

Blowing through a wall and nothing happens?

Will I be able to be discharged in a few more days?

Professor Agasa...

It has a strong recovery ability.

Why are you all here?

At that moment, Ai Haibara also noticed the noise outside the door.

She gently jumped down from the chair in front of the dining table, landing on her feet, and went to the door.

The Junior Detective League outside the door looked somewhat puzzled.

Actually, Conan had already invited her to go to the ball game yesterday.

However, Ai Haibara refused the invitation after hearing that the game would be televised.

Especially after what happened last night, she now has an almost reflexive reluctance to appear in public.

However, she hesitated after hearing that Fujino was going too.

After thinking for a moment, Ai Haibara decided to go watch the ball game.

After all, it would be a shame to waste the tickets you've already bought.

It doesn't matter whether Fujino goes or not.

Mainly because she also likes watching sports.

Fujino drove the children to the Tokyo National Stadium.

'Fifty-six thousand hostages?'

As he drove, he glanced at the tasks on the system interface out of the corner of his eye, pondering them.

If he remembers correctly, then this case is the same as the Arena's "treating everyone equally" incident.

Two armed thugs broke into the Tokyo National Stadium and demanded a ransom from the police, threatening over 50,000 people.

However, the criminals' real purpose was not to demand ransom.

Instead, he planned to randomly shoot several lucky spectators with a pistol after the Emperor's Cup ended, ruining the reputation of the television station responsible for broadcasting the Emperor's Cup.

As the New Year approaches, Japan's annual "Emperor's Cup" finals are in full swing, just like every year.

The Tokyo National Gymnasium was packed to capacity, filled with the lively chatter of the crowd.

Fujino stood at the very front of the audience.

Ai Haibara was wearing a white knit sweater with a dark blue inner layer and a red baseball cap on her head, standing next to Fujino.

Her gaze was fixed on the game on the field, and she would occasionally pull her hat brim down to avoid being caught on camera.

She paused, then looked up at Fujino, feeling much more at ease with her anxiety.

Fujino, however, did not notice Ai Haibara's gaze.

He activated Eagle Eye Vision, using Eagle Eye Vision in conjunction with Vision Enhancement Glasses, and his gaze swept across the surrounding audience.

In his memory, one of the two gunmen should be in the front row of the surrounding audience.

The other person was one of the cameramen sitting in the back row of the venue.

The cameraman can be ignored for now; he's more concerned about the gunman.

If he remembers correctly, the Gunners should have used Tokarev pistol to shoot the football during the match.

And after shooting the soccer ball, they would throw the gun away.

This time, Fujino also had no intention of giving up the opportunity to get a free pistol.

He said, "Getting something for free can be addictive."

"But even if we know the shooter is in the front row, finding that one person in such a huge stadium is still quite difficult..."

Fujino rubbed his eyes, feeling a bit sore from staring at his surroundings for so long.

"Yay!"

"Hero!"

At that moment, a thunderous sound rang out all around.

Fujino looked down and saw that it was Akagi Hideo had scored on the field.

Akagi Hideo was also an old acquaintance of his.

He remembered that the last time he had gotten 100,000 yen from this guy was through this very same guy.

To be honest, 100,000 yen is a bit too little.

However, considering that the guy had just joined the team at the time, his treatment wouldn't have been very high. So, 100,000 yen was just a favor.

"Did they score?!"

Ayumi leaned against the fence and asked Mitsuhiko beside her, "Who was the person who scored that goal?"

"It's Akagi Hideo."

Mitsuhiko glanced at the broadcast device in his hand. "Kamimura Naoki passed the ball to Hero, who headed it into the goal."

"The hero is really amazing."

Genta sighed with emotion.

"It's a pity he got injured during a match a while ago."

Mitsuhiko said regretfully, "If he hadn't been injured, he would most likely have made it into the Japan national team."

"He was injured too?"

Fujino was taken aback by the sound, then looked away and asked the little ones.

He remembered that it should be Kamimura Naoki who was injured, so how come Akagi Hideo was also injured?

Did he get kicked out too?

"Brother Fujino, don't you know?"

Mitsuhiko glanced at Fujino and explained, "Just a while ago, he was kicked in the ankle during a match against another team. Fortunately, he recovered well, otherwise he might have ended his professional career."

"So that's how it is."

Fujino nodded knowingly.

As expected of Ke Xue, who is good at soccer, he breaks legs at the drop of a hat. He truly has a strong sense of martial arts.

Shaolin Soccer belongs to that category.

However, it's quite absurd that he was able to return to the field after his leg was broken.

After all, with a broken leg, a professional football player's career would normally be over.

"You're really cold, aren't you?"

Nearby, Conan munched on Sunflower Seeds and whispered Ai Haibara beside him.

"Cold?"

Ai Haibara turned her head and looked at Conan with a puzzled expression.

"Isn't this how it's normally when watching a game?"

Conan pointed to the excited fans nearby, paused, then took out a Sunflower Seeds from his pocket, popped it into his mouth and cracked it open. "You've been like this ever since you transferred here. You blend in with the elementary school students and act all calm and collected. Don't you ever get excited or thrilled?"

"Oh?"

Ai Haibara said slyly, "Does interacting with elementary school students excite you?"

"Ahem... Of course not, I was just pretending!"

Conan coughed awkwardly, almost swallowing Sunflower Seeds, and looked at Ai Haibara.

This guy really is just like Fujino.

—They're all equally cunning.

Conan silently added a sentence in his mind.