The email had been sent, but there was no reply for the moment.
Haibara Ai sighed and looked toward the television, hoping the intense match would distract her and calm her emotions.
On television, the Tokyo Spirits were playing against the BIG Team. The score was tied 0-0 as the match entered extra time.
The players raced across the field as the camera swept after them. The commentator's excited voice echoed through the living room. "Rams sends another excellent pass! Higo receives it, leaving the opposing defenders behind one by one!"
"Higo is charging desperately toward the goal! The goalkeeper is ready! Higo shoots!!"
Watching this "traitor player" on the screen, Haibara Ai unconsciously held her breath, as though she were seeing herself, constantly struggling after breaking free from the Organization.
Under her tense gaze, the soccer ball flew out and struck the goal with a clang before bouncing away.
The camera immediately left the ball and turned to Higo. The player let out a roar, dropped to his knees, and slammed the turf hard with his fist.
"Oh dear, the shot misses!" the commentator said in a voice that was impossible to tell whether it held regret or mockery. "Boos are erupting from the crowd. Has heaven truly abandoned Player Higo?"
Haibara Ai: "..."
She had wanted to watch television to improve her mood, yet somehow she felt even worse now.
Just then, a voice drifted over from beside her. "This Higo is actually a lot like you."
Conan was a veteran soccer fan, so of course he had been watching the game the whole time. Seeing the failed shot, then Haibara Ai's tightly clenched fists, he suddenly said:
"Higo came from the Nova Team. 'Nova' means 'black' in French. In a sense, he really is a traitor who