The Ridiculous Cause of a Tragedy

The moment their side successfully subdued Hiruta, his accomplices, who had picked up their duffel bags and were preparing to continue forward and leave, were simultaneously pounced on by the suddenly emerging police officers and pinned to the ground.

The police shouts from both sides made the man lying on the ground realize that resistance was futile. Swiftly subdued by Miwako Sato and checked for threats, he was dragged away in despair as the scarf, sunglasses, mask, and other items concealing his face were stripped off, revealing an ordinary yet slightly twisted face.

Wataru Takagi's swift deployment after receiving Conan's message had been perfectly timed, and Tangze's arrival had been equally precise. Although the spectators near the photographers stirred briefly, it ultimately did not affect the order of the entire match.

A major security threat had been successfully resolved through the combined efforts of detectives and police before the match could even end.

Other than Hiruta, whose head had slammed heavily into a chair leg, and the soccer ball that had innocently taken a bullet, nothing else had been harmed. That was certainly worth celebrating.

"Doing this once in a while feels pretty fulfilling, doesn't it? I can tell you've completely lost interest in the match." Ai Haibara noticed Conan, his hands behind his head, grinning as he watched the police take away the suspects along with the two kidnappers caught in the act. She lowered her voice. "You're smiling way too much. Control your expression."

With that grin stretching so wide across his face, someone would surely notice soon.

"Fulfillment, huh..." Conan rubbed the bridge of his nose twice and did not refute Ai Haibara.

In the cases he had experienced throughout his life, it was a common sight for him to stand still and watch the police depart