Chapter 285: A Backstab for the Boss...

Jiangxia Tongzhi already had some impression of this stadium, and seeing his three classmates here now made him feel even more at ease.

If he remembered correctly, today he might be able to pick up on killing intent—or even ghosts—around here. Two armed thugs had mixed into the venue. Their plan was to randomly kill some unlucky passerby at the end of the game, ruining the reputation of Nichiuri TV, which ran this place.

Thinking this, Jiangxia's gaze began to sweep around the various cameras, searching for today's target.

As he recalled, one of the thugs was an inside man from the TV station—he controlled a camera.

...

If Jiangxia was just looking for people, such a large venue would require binoculars to see clearly.

But what Jiangxia was looking for were people wrapped in killing intent. As long as the killing intent wasn't too faint, spotting the target wasn't difficult—it was like picking out a fat matchstick wrapped in black cotton from a pile of ordinary matchsticks from far away. Their shape was very different.

After nearly a minute, Jiangxia's gaze suddenly fixed on one spot. A hint of hidden joy flashed in his eyes.

Found him.

The attacker with killing intent was indeed a TV station cameraman.

At this moment, the insider cameraman stood in the shadows of the venue, adjusting his equipment, quietly collecting useful info for himself and his accomplice.

Just then, a team scored first—coincidentally, the team Endo Mami supported.

She was about to cheer excitedly but suddenly remembered she hadn't figured out which side Jiangxia was rooting for. If they were on opposite teams, her efforts today would be wasted...

Thinking this, Endo Mami barely stopped herself, and her raised hand shifted direction, gently smoothing her hair.

At the same time, she used this motion to turn her head, subtly glancing at Jiangxia.

Yet, amidst the enthusiastic cheers filling the stadium, Jiangxia wasn't watching the game at all. Instead, he was staring intently to the side, diagonally.

Endo Mami immediately realized that wasn't where Ran Mouri and the others were sitting.

What had Jiangxia noticed this time?

She followed Jiangxia's gaze with confusion and curiosity, and happened to see a woman in shorts, with two straight, slender bare legs calmly walking past the aisle.

Endo Mami: "..."

Her eye twitched. She silently watched those long, dazzlingly white legs in the sunlight, then lowered her gaze to her own elegant long dress, took a deep breath, and clenched her fists: It's nothing, liking to look at legs is human nature, she likes to look too, it's normal, all of this is normal...

Normal my ass!

...After some time apart, had that cold and cool junior turned into a vulgar person who was easily swayed by beauty, valuing legs more than temperament?? What had society done to an innocent student! Endo Mami silently covered her face, her pupils dilating in shock.

At the same time, she thought defiantly, her... her legs were also very beautiful! She just disdained using such a vulgar way to attract people... Hmm, on the way here, she saw a new trendy outfit in a fashion store window, a design that showed legs but wasn't vulgar... No, regardless of whether it was vulgar or not, her current thought was vulgar! She couldn't do that! But, occasionally showing off one's strengths couldn't be wrong...

Jiangxia remembered the location of the killing intent and withdrew his gaze.

Then he suddenly noticed the senior next to him wearing a strange expression.

He followed Endo Mami's gaze and saw she was looking at her skirt with a terrifying expression. So he looked closely and spotted a little dust on the hem of her skirt.

Jiangxia immediately understood. Perhaps the hem of her skirt was accidentally stepped on when she entered the venue earlier.

However, such stains could be washed off at home. Why did she look like she was having a fierce internal struggle... Did Mami-senpai have mysophobia and was now torn between "washing the skirt at home" and "continuing to watch her favorite game"? But when she sat down, he didn't see her wiping the seat extra carefully...

Jiangxia instinctively began to ponder.

Then, half a second later, he gave up thinking.

Why bother? There was no killing intent on the senior's skirt, and no ghosts on her legs.

Better to think about how to naturally slip away and get the killing intent.

After all, this was a stadium with tens of thousands of people. Dragging the thug away right in front of everyone would be too arrogant... He also wondered if the cameraman would take a break during the game. Even if not, surely they'd have to go to the restroom a few times.

Jiangxia felt hopeful.

...

Meanwhile, by the camera in the distance, the insider cameraman pressed his earpiece and secretly made a call.

He threatened the director to point the camera at a certain spot, then had his accomplice fire a shot nearby, piercing a soccer ball on the ground. This way, he informed the director that he had a gun and could kill someone live on air at any time.

After that, he used this to threaten the director, demanding fifty million in cash and forbidding him from stopping the game or causing a fuss. Otherwise, he would aim at the audience and start shooting randomly.

And coincidentally, the accomplice's gunshot was near Conan and Ran Mouri.

The gunshot was drowned out by the noisy crowd, but Conan saw the soccer ball bouncing strangely, then deflating even more oddly.

He was startled and immediately jumped onto the plastic field, quickly digging a bullet out of the ground.

...

The director who got the threatening call agreed to the kidnapper's demands, then secretly called the police.

Inspector Megure arrived quickly and asked for the details.

But the director was too afraid to anger the thugs and didn't dare send anyone to check the shooting spot.

Inspector Megure had to first confirm if it was a prank, but suddenly heard a voice behind him: "Someone really fired a gun. I found a 7.62 caliber bullet, Russian-made, near the deflated soccer ball—that gun's probably a Tokarev."

Inspector Megure turned around and saw a little kid who wasn't even as tall as his leg. His eye twitched: "You know a bit too much..."

Ran Mouri, who had come with him, also looked down at Conan with surprise.

Conan stiffened a little, then quickly gave a dry laugh and skillfully shifted the blame: "Haha, that... Brother Jiangxia told me!"

Inspector Megure took the bullet from his hand and muttered softly: "Why tell a kid such things? Why is Jiangxia studying guns, he doesn't even need them."

Conan continued to dry-laugh and act cute. After a second, he suddenly remembered something.

He tugged at Inspector Megure's clothes, dragging out a childlike innocent long tone, and went back to the topic: "Actually, it's not that Brother Jiangxia studied it, his detective agency's boss told him! That boss has a gun!"

Conan still remembered the dummy head in the trunk not long ago—Amuro Tooru was holding a gun when he opened the trunk.

*Goal #1: Top 200 fanfics published within the last 31 - 90 days by POWER STONES.

Progress: 53/60(approx) for 10 BONUS CHAPTERS

Goal #2: One BONUS CHAPTER per review for the first 10 REVIEWS.

Progress:2/10*