"There's a gun in the stadium, and someone fired it?!"
"Most likely..." The sweating broadcast team supervisor struggled to stay calm, his eyes darting wildly.
No one wanted something like this to happen during a live broadcast. When that balloon appeared on camera, his heart had nearly leaped out of his throat.
"No one was hit, but as instructed by that phone call, I turned the camera toward the children in the front row of the stands. The ball happened to enter the shot right away, and it deflated the next second. It had to have been caused by a handgun or something, right?"
"In an environment like this, a handgun might not achieve very high accuracy. The ball could have encountered someone pulling a prank with an air gun..." Juzo Megure glanced at the broadcast truck behind him, where the entire live production crew was seated, and spoke evenly. "Or perhaps the football's airtight valve simply came loose..."
From his experience dealing with all kinds of accomplices, the more ambiguous a situation was, the more important it was to remain skeptical.
Using some not-so-clever basic logic to frame the questions first, then getting one version of the answer from the person involved and comparing it with a reference answer—what a passive position that could put the police in. Even if Juzo Megure had never experienced it personally, he had heard of it while working in the First Investigation Division.
"It was a Tokarev pistol." A confident, childish voice came from behind them.
Before Juzo Megure turned around, he first adjusted the brim of his hat.
He knew it. If such a huge commotion had nothing at all to do with detectives, wouldn't that be downright embarrassing...
"It's you kids again, and Tang Ze too." Juzo Megure nodded vaguely at