Phantom Thief of Heart!but conan

Chapter 743: Different Events and Constitutions Like Rules and Strange Stories
"There were guns on the scene, and someone fired a gun?!"

"It should be..." The head of the broadcasting team was sweating profusely and trying to stay calm, his eyes rolling around wildly.

No one likes this kind of problem to occur during a live broadcast of a game, and when the balloon was reflected in the camera, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"No one was hit, but I turned the camera to the kid in the front row of the audience as requested by the caller, and the ball happened to enter the frame immediately, and then it deflated the next second. It must have been caused by a pistol or something?"

"In this environment, a pistol may not be able to deliver a high-precision attack. The ball may have been hit by someone using an air gun as a prank..." Megure Jusan looked at the signal car behind him, which housed the entire live broadcast team, and said indifferently, "It is more likely that the airtight plug on the football suddenly fell off..."

Based on his experience in dealing with various ligands, the more ambiguous the moment is, the more he needs to remain skeptical.

First use some not-so-clever basic logic to form questions, and then get an answer from the person involved, so as to compare the two with the reference answer. That would put the police in a very passive position. Even if Megure Juzo has not experienced it, he must have heard about it when he was in the investigation class.

"It's a Tokarev pistol." A confident and determined childish voice came from behind them.

Before turning around, Megure Jusan adjusted the brim of his hat.

He said that it would be embarrassing if such a big commotion had nothing to do with the detectives...

"It's you again, kids, and Tang Ze-kun." Megure Jusan nodded to them in a general way, "Where's Mori brother? Didn't he come with you to watch the game?"

"No, Detective Maori has his own family affairs to deal with." Tang Ze told the truth.

Cultivating a relationship with your ex-wife can indeed be considered part of a family affair, right?
"Oh, that's good..." Megure Jusan loosened his hands that were pinching the brim of his hat and breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were just a group of kids who loved playing detective role-playing games, and a high school student who had good reasoning skills but always kept a clear distance between himself and the police and detectives and rarely took the initiative to participate in case detection, the damage caused should have been less than when Brother Maori was there.

No, what kind of thinking is this?

It was all because of the endless stream of incidents surrounding the detectives in the past few days. He was almost developing a conditioned reflex around these detectives.

"Hey, you seem to be the children in the first row captured by the camera..." The TV station director immediately recognized them from the conspicuous hat decorations and was surprised.

"You should have just seen her hat fall off, and the next moment the ball jumped up and suddenly deflated." Conan patted Huihara Ai's back, then raised a hand, "I just jumped into the court and quickly found this, embedded in the rubber of the track around the court."

In his palm was a deformed bullet wrapped in a handkerchief.

Megure Jusan gave a wink to the side, and the police officer from the Investigation Section walked over with a transparent evidence bag in his hand, packed up the important evidence that was collected by unknown means, and handed it to Megure Jusan.

It is said to be a key piece of evidence, but now they have not had time to make any judgment on this suspected shooting case, and there is no way to block and evacuate the crowd. In theory, the criminal police have no right to interfere with how anyone in the venue wants to investigate the environment around them.

However, holding this bullet that was destined to be only a clue and not evidence, Megure Jusan still felt heavy-hearted.

This is a missed opportunity to directly convict the criminal...

"Indeed. 7.62 caliber bullet... made in Russia?" Megure Jusan moved closer and carefully observed the details of the bullet.

"A Russian-made pistol that can be loaded with this kind of bullet, especially considering that this shooting happened in Tokyo, should be a large number of 'Tokarev' that were smuggled into the island!" Conan frowned, his mind turning instinctively, "It has great lethality, decent accuracy, and relatively low production costs among this type of pistols. Many similar gun cases in Tokyo are of this model. And if no one in the scene heard the gunshot, it must have been equipped with a silencer..."

Megure Jusan removed his gaze from the bullet, lowered his head speechlessly, and looked at the stubbornly sticking hair on Conan's head: "...Where did you learn this from?"

Moreover, as a criminal policeman, he can easily determine the caliber and the corresponding firearm as soon as he sees the bullet. It is different from a first-grade student who can pick out the bullet, rub it in his hand and estimate the caliber, right?
"Uh, ahahaha, that's the one, Uncle Maori..."

Conan shrank his neck and was about to smoothly throw the pot to Mouri Kogoro again, but Karasawa, who was holding the children like letting them go like ducks, suddenly spoke.

"Conan was quite curious, and we happened to have encountered similar guns in previous cases, so Conan and I asked Uncle Maori to teach us some basic gun identification techniques."

"The previous case..." Megure Jusan's gaze moved to Tang Ze's face, and he quickly remembered what Tang Ze was saying through the key words.

He was referring to the gang of robbers that the group had encountered on the bus when they went skiing earlier.

...How should I put it? As soon as he saw Karasawa, Megure Jusan's head, which was already aching due to the detectives' accident-prone constitution, began to hurt even more.

Tang Zejun's situation is a little different from those detectives.

According to the current rules, there is a chance of a murder when a detective appears, and there is a chance of a public safety incident when Tang Ze appears. When the two are combined, it is possible to induce some twists and turns in unsolved cases...

"Yes, because the children have really encountered kidnappers more than once, I think they should understand some common sense in related fields and prepare for the future." Karasawa, who didn't know that Inspector Megure was almost writing out the rules of ghost stories step by step in his mind, talked nonsense calmly.

"So Conan-kun can basically feel the bullet and determine the approximate model and size of the ammunition?"

"Ah, now it looks like this."

"…Just some graphic instructions and basic training?"

"Well, Conan has better talent."

Conan, who already had this skill, looked at the tip of his shoe guiltily.

"Huh, after being a detective for so many years, all you learned is to teach this to kids. Brother Mori, what a fool." Although he could barely accept this setting, Megure Jusan was still quite helpless.

This is definitely an area that elementary school students do not need to know much about, but looking at the extremely familiar faces of these children, he couldn't help but agree with the concerns of Karasawa and Maori Kogoro.

"In short, we can confirm that there is an unknown gunman in the venue. Everyone, stop the game immediately and evacuate the players and spectators in the venue as quickly as possible!"

When he said the second half of the sentence, he turned around and started giving orders to the subordinates he brought with him.

"Yes!" the police officers responded loudly. "No, no!" The person in charge was startled and hurriedly objected loudly, "The man on the phone said that we can't stop the game or evacuate the spectators. If we act rashly, he will start shooting directly into the venue..."

In fact, calling the police is not allowed by the threat.

However, the person in charge of the broadcast knew that the game was in full swing at that moment, and the shooters in the field had no way of knowing what was happening outside the field, and such a big thing was simply beyond the control of a director like him.

"Using everyone in the stadium as a threat..." Megure Juzo listened to the cheers coming from the venue with a serious expression.

The live footage is still being broadcasted through TV stations. If the gunman really goes crazy and even shoots directly at the players or spectators in front of the camera, this horrifying scene will immediately be sent along with the TV signal to people around the world who are watching the game.

"What are the criminals' demands?" Takagi Wataru, whose action mode quickly switched to a kidnapping case, took two steps forward and confirmed for Megure Jusan.

"Prepare 5000 million yen before the half-time break and put it in a bag. He will contact you at the payment location." The person in charge gave the answer.

"Are you the ones he is blackmailing?" Megure Jusan looked at the person in charge and mentally classified the possible motives for the gunman's behavior.

No wonder the person who received the call was the TV station’s director team, as the murderer was blackmailing the TV station.

"Yes, it's blackmailing our Japanese TV station." The man nodded and acknowledged the problem.

The call was made directly to their TV station's broadcast vehicle. To be more specific, the call was made directly to his cell phone. This is an inescapable fact and there is no need to conceal it.

"A gunman who has a grudge against the TV station, or even worse, a terrorist who wants to expand his influence?" Megure Jusan frowned awkwardly, "What does the other party's voice sound like?"

Although it is very difficult to locate the suspect list in such a wide range, how easy is it to find the hidden gunman in such a stadium that can accommodate tens of thousands of people and is packed with people? The work that needs to be done still needs to be done.

"The voice is very low and quite vague. I can only roughly make out what the speaker is saying. However, it is definitely the voice of an adult male," the director answered affirmatively.

"It looks like they covered the microphone with a cloth or something, intentionally confusing us." Megure Jusan was relieved a little, "Have you prepared 5000 million yen?"

"Well, the station has heard the news and is sending it over here." The director breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally gotten rid of the hot potato.

Also sent over were a few photographers and their equipment, but there was no need to tell the police about this.

Being blackmailed is indeed a terrible thing, but it also means absolutely exclusive information and in-depth perspectives, and Nichiuri TV has always had a keen sense of smell.

"Then let's follow the basic process of kidnapping. Arrange a group of people to dress in plain clothes and sneak into the audience seats through different entrances! When the criminals call again next time, control everyone in the venue who is using the phone!" The experienced Megure Jusan made decisions very quickly.

"Yes!" the police officers responded loudly again.

"Then you guys, go back first. The situation is a bit dangerous, you'd better notify your parents directly and ask them to come and pick you up." Megure Jusan looked at a few people and said kindly.

"Hey, this is a little girl." The director looked down at Huihara Ai, who had her hands in her pockets and said nothing with a cool expression, and said in surprise, "Strange, the man who called didn't use this name at all..."

Conan was stunned for a moment, and his expression immediately darkened.

This statement is very telling.

"Wait, Inspector Megure!" When Megure Jusan turned around and was about to chase his subordinates to give further instructions, Conan called him, "I think it is necessary to reconsider the arrest strategy."

Although controlling everyone who was making phone calls at the time was one method, dispersing police force to this extent, not to mention the possibility of omissions, could completely expose the problem.

The stadium could hold more than 56,000 people...

"The ball was shot right below us. First of all, the shooting definitely did not come from the stands right behind us, but it must have been not far away from us." Conan carefully analyzed the situation and began to construct a rough thumbnail of the entire venue in his mind.

"Yes, Tokarev's accuracy is limited and cannot support long-distance point shots. Since the opponent has directly used the TV station's camera to lock on the ball being hit, if the shot goes off, he will not achieve the expected effect." Megure Jusan agreed.

"But look at Haibara." Conan gestured to the girl next to him.

Ai Haibara was wearing a slim black one-piece dress with a large windbreaker over the dress to cover her figure. Her fluffy curly hair was completely covered by a large woolen hat, and the color of her hair was almost invisible.

By seeing her full body, the gunman would have quickly realized her true gender.

"If you were lying on the railing at that time, only your hands, head and part of your shoulders could be seen. They would definitely be blocked by the wall of the stands." Megure Jusan looked at Haibara Ai and began to guess.

"So, the person who saw us must be in the east stand directly opposite us, across the entire venue." Conan quickly deduced the only possibility, "In other words, the person who was observing us and calling the TV station is not the same person who actually shot. There are at least two criminals."

Megure Jusan was startled. Looking at Conan's serious expression, he thought about his flawless reasoning for a while and nodded solemnly.

"Use the intercom to notify the infiltration team to change the mission objectives. Do not act rashly without my instructions!"

Conan calmly watched the police officers busy themselves with his reasoning. There was no smug look on his face, but rather a more solemn look.

How can one identify two extremely dangerous kidnappers among more than 50,000 people like finding a needle in a haystack?

"Let's go." Tang Ze, who had been standing nearby and watching the whole process, lowered his head and looked at Haibara Ai, then patted Conan, who was standing there motionless with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the child didn't react at all, Tang Ze shook his head, picked up Conan by the waist and held him in his arms.

"Eh, eh?" Conan, whose feet suddenly left the ground, struggled twice in panic in the weightlessness, "What happened?!"

"Okay, don't act like the lives of tens of thousands of people rest on your shoulders. It's not like you caused the danger. If you take on too much responsibility, you won't grow tall." Tang Ze held Conan, stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed the collar of Kojima Genta, who was the most active, and walked into the gymnasium. "I have a plan, everyone. Let's go check out the arrangements of the police and the TV station first."

(End of this chapter)