Jiang Xia looked toward the three suspects, who were united in hostility. "You still can't leave right now, but if nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to very soon."
The three of them first brightened, but immediately after, one of them sensed something was wrong. "...What does that mean?"
So Jiang Xia explained in detail, "It means that once we find the fake fan mixed in among you, the other two can go home."
The three of them: "?!"
After a brief shock, the stylish woman slapped her palm, feeling as if she had understood everything.
She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at the burly glasses man beside her. "The fake fan you're talking about has to be this guy, right? I remember when we were chatting just now, he said he didn't see the final shot and score by the two wings, and that he deeply regretted it."
The glasses man frowned. "I did say that. What's wrong?"
The stylish woman gave a cold snort and revealed a sharp expression like a detective. "The ones who took the final shot and scored were Akagi and the other ace player—those two are forwards who move freely up front, not wings who can only stick to the sidelines."
"..." Inspector Megure didn't know much about these two teams, so he asked the long-haired man beside him, "Is what she said right?"
"Yeah," the long-haired man nodded. "And that kind of playstyle with both wings flying down the sides went out of date ages ago. Who still sets up a lineup like that in modern matches?"
"Really?" The burly glasses man panicked a little and hurriedly explained, "Actually, I only started watching soccer recently. Those young players all look pretty similar, and on top of that, my superior was chewing