Oye Yuemin choked, then murmured, "Th-This is because..."
Officer Takagi, who occasionally slacked off and listened to the radio, immediately understood what Jiang Xia meant. He slapped his palm with a smack and looked at the suspect in sudden realization:
"You weren't sitting in the audience seats watching the match at all. You were hiding in the restroom, listening to today's broadcast, weren't you? The scene you described must have been something you imagined after hearing the radio coverage of the match!"
The long-haired man panicked for a moment. A moment later, he seemed to remember something and hurriedly pointed at the burly glasses man:
"I just used the wrong word by accident, same as him. You can't decide I'm the culprit just because I'm bad at language! I really was sitting in the Nova Team audience seats at the time. If you don't believe me, go check my ticket!"
Jiang Xia shook his head and pointed at the clothes on him. "You should be glad you chose to hide in the restroom instead of sitting in the audience seats."
Oye Yuemin was startled and instinctively lowered his head to check himself.
But no matter how he looked at it, what he was wearing seemed to be nothing more than a Nova Team supporter's soccer jersey. There was nothing strange about it.
Hearing this, the other two suspects also curiously sized up his body. Suddenly, the stylish woman standing behind him noticed the problem.
"This number... Are you here as a joke?" The stylish woman shoved aside the long hair hanging down his back and clearly saw the number printed on his clothes, along with the corresponding player.
It was several clear letters, "HIGO," and a number, "9."
To ordinary people, these might have just been some casually printed words.