Jiang Xia already had some impressions of this stadium, but when he saw the three classmates, he immediately felt more at ease.
If it was really the case in his memory, then today, we might be able to pick up murderous intent or ghosts here - two gunmen were mixed into the venue. The gangsters planned to kill a passerby at random at the end of the game, so that the Japanese in charge of this place would be killed.
Selling a TV station led to ruin.
Thinking like this, Jiang Xia's eyes began to scan around the cameras, looking for today's target.
In my impression, one of the gangsters happened to be the mole of the TV station - he controlled a camera.
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If you are just looking for people, you will need a telescope to see clearly in such a large venue.
But what Jiang Xia is looking for is someone with murderous intent. As long as the murderous intent is not too thin, it is not difficult for Jiang Xia to notice the target - it is like picking out a matchstick from a distance.
They are the same as fat matches wrapped in black cotton. The two are very different in shape.
After nearly a minute, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly focused on one spot, with a hint of hidden happiness flashing in her eyes.
found it.
The attacker with murderous intent was indeed a television cameraman.
At this time, the insider photographer was standing in the shadow of the venue, adjusting the machine in front of him, collecting useful information for himself and his accomplices.
At this time, one team scored first, and it happened to be the team supported by Asami Endo.
She was about to wave excitedly, but suddenly remembered that she hadn't yet figured out which side Jiang Xia supported. If the two of them happened to be on the opposite side, today would be half the result with twice the result...
Thinking of this, Asami Endo stopped dangerously, changed the direction of her raised hand, and smoothed her hair softly.
At the same time, she used this action to turn her head and look at Jiang Xia covertly.
However, amid the enthusiastic cheers of the whole stadium, Jiang Xia was not looking at the stadium anymore, but was looking diagonally to the side intently.
Asami Endo immediately realized that that was not where Mao Lilan and the others were.
What did the little boy notice again?
She followed Jiang Xia's line of sight with confusion and curiosity, and happened to see a woman wearing shorts and two straight and slender legs passing by calmly in the aisle over there.
Asami Endo: "..."
The corners of her eyes twitched, and she silently stared at the two long legs that were dazzlingly white in the sun. She then lowered her head and glanced at her elegant dress, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists: It's okay, I just like looking at legs.
She also likes to see human nature, normal, this is normal...
What a ghost!
...We haven’t seen each other for a while, has that indifferent and cool little boy turned into a mediocre person who is interested in sex and values his legs more than his temperament? What has this society done to students who are ignorant of the world? Asami Endo is silent
He held his face in his hands, his pupils shaking.
At the same time, I thought unyieldingly, she...her legs are also very beautiful! She just doesn't bother to use such a tacky way to attract people...well, on the way here, I saw new fashion clothes in the window of a fashion store, which were revealing.
The design of the legs but not vulgar... No, no matter whether the design is vulgar or not, her idea now is vulgar! She can't do this! However, it can't be considered wrong to occasionally show off one's strengths...
Jiang Xia remembered the location of the murderous intention and looked back.
Then I suddenly noticed that the senior sister next to me had a strange look on her face.
He followed Asami Endo's gaze and found that she was looking at the skirt on her body with a scary look, so he also looked at it carefully and found that there was a little dust on the hem of the senior sister's skirt.
Jiang Xia suddenly understood that someone might have accidentally stepped on his skirt when he entered the venue just now.
But this kind of stain can be washed away at home. Why does she look like she is fighting with herself in her heart... Could it be that Sister Asami has mysophobia, and it is difficult for her to "wash her skirt at home" and "
"Continue watching your favorite football game"? But when she sat down, I didn't see her wiping the stool extra...
Jiang Xia started thinking reflexively.
Then gave up thinking after half a second.
What are you thinking about? There is no murderous intent on the senior sister's skirt, and there are no ghosts on her legs.
Let's think about how to sneak over as naturally as possible and capture the murderous aura.
After all, this is a venue with tens of thousands of people sitting. It feels a bit arrogant to go and drag the gangsters away in front of everyone... I don’t know if the photographers will take turns after a game. Even if they don’t take turns, they will always go there a few times.
Let's go to the bathroom.
Jiang Xia feels very hopeful.
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At this time, next to the camera in the distance, the ghost photographer pressed his earphone and secretly made a call.
He threatened the director to point the camera at a certain place, and then asked his accomplice to shoot nearby and shoot through a football on the ground. In this way, he told the director that he had a gun in his hand and could kill someone at any time during the live broadcast.
After that, he threatened the director, asking him to prepare 50 million in cash, and not to stop the game or make any noise. Otherwise, he would target the audience and shoot randomly.
Coincidentally, the place where the accomplices shot happened to be near Conan and Mao Lilan.
The gunfire was drowned out by the loud noise, but Conan saw the football below that was bouncing strangely and deflated even more strangely.
He was startled, immediately jumped into the plastic field, and soon dug out a warhead from the ground.
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The director who received the threatening call agreed to the kidnapper's request, turned around and secretly called the police.
The Mumu Police Department arrived quickly and asked for details.
However, the director was afraid of offending the gangsters and did not dare to send anyone to the shooting location to check.
The Mumu Police Department had no choice but to confirm with him whether it was a prank, but suddenly heard a voice from behind: "Someone did fire a gun. I found a 7.62-caliber bullet near the deflated football, made in Russia——
That gun was probably Tokarev."
When the police officer heard the sound, he turned around and saw a kid who was no taller than his legs. The corner of his eye twitched: "You know a little too much..."
Mao Lilan, who accompanied him out, also looked down at Conan, with some surprise in his eyes.
Conan froze slightly, then quickly smiled dryly and skillfully shook off the blame: "Haha, that... Brother Jiang Xia told me!"
The Mu Mu Police Department took the bullet in his hand and murmured in a low voice: "How can you tell this to a child? Why is Jiang Xia studying guns? He has no use for them."
Conan continued to smile cutely, smiled for a second, and suddenly remembered something.
He tugged at the hem of Mumu Police Department's clothes, and in a child's innocent voice, he followed what he just said: "Actually, it wasn't Brother Jiang Xia who did the research, it was the boss of his detective agency who told him, and that boss had a gun on him!"
Conan still remembered the dummy head in the trunk not long ago - when Amuro opened the trunk, he was holding a gun in his hand.
