At the park football field, after training back and forth, Takata Sanada couldn't help feeling sore, and gradually became a little bit irresistible.

"Fake action! Please, master, don't you even know how to make a fake move?"

Damn it, he seems to understand that, apart from shooting and controlling the ball, this cheap master is basically the same as ordinary players on the high school football team, and is not up to the J-League level at all.

A single shot is not enough. If you can't occupy the position and move, you won't even be able to get the ball, and it's not easy to shoot on the court. The opponent will not give a cheap master a chance to shoot.

"Never mind the fake action," Gao Cheng said, wiping away his sweat. "Teach me the striker's technique of holding the ball."

The proficient football is indeed some distance away from the professional player. In order to train him, he does not rely on his own speed. Only in this way can he know his shortcomings and promote football to the proficient level.

Moreover, even if his physical fitness is good, it is impossible to run from start to finish on the court, because of lack of skills, he still needs to pass people at his own speed, which must be more strenuous than others.

Must learn how to save energy on the court, run when it is time to run, and rest when it is time to rest.

"I won't be able to teach these things for a while," Takashi Sanada said with a grimace, "I can't practice with two people, Master, let me teach me to shoot!"

He could feel that Gao Cheng’s shooting definitely surpassed those of the J-League seniors. As long as he learns...no, even if he only learns half, it is enough for him to improve significantly. Not only can he change the recent downturn, he may also be able to surpass. Than protect.

He is a genius football player himself, he has this confidence, but...

Who is teaching whom now?

Brother, who is not a professional football player, what's the use of training? Is it bad to be a detective?

"I can't teach you, I can only practice with you," Gao Cheng said speechlessly after taking the football back. "You are the J League player..."

"J League players sometimes have bad conditions," Takada Sanada licked his face and said with a smile. "That's why I want to ask the master for advice on how to control the strength of the feet..."

"Buzz!"

The phone in Gao Cheng's pocket suddenly rang.

"Hey, it's me, the prisoner's letter? Okay, I get it, and I'll pass it right away."

Gao Cheng finished the phone call with Sanada's suspicious eyes, his expression turned serious.

"Sorry, I have something to leave, see you next time if I have a chance."

"Hello," Sanada said blankly, "Then mine..."

"You just want to prove yourself so much, it's better to take a good rest, if you can't, you can try kicking eggs."

Gao Chengbai waved his hand and ran out of the court with a towel.

He felt that in the practice just now, Sanada does have the level of an ace striker, but his personality is a bit rough, and he will lose his state when he is anxious.

As for the trick to control...

It's just that he passed Belden after he reached the master of swordsmanship. There are no tricks. Slowly kick the egg and calm down.

"A famous detective is a famous detective, I'm really busy," Takada Sanada watched Gao Sung leave the park, grabbing his hair and said in distress, "But is kicking an egg really useful?"

...

At the Mori Detective Agency, Mugure and his party gathered again. This time even Sato and Takagi followed behind to check the information left by the prisoner.

"Maori detective, don't think that the matter will end there. More people will witness the explosion than last time and share the horrible time. Detailed instructions will be announced in the future. Then, I wish you a good performance..."

"The content on the card is like this," Mumu said solemnly, "It should be that the criminal's letter can't be wrong. Just like the previous message to the Maori brother, the last sentence is "I wish you a good performance." When did the card discover of?"

"This morning," Xiaolan looked at the prudent people and explained weakly, "there was an envelope in the office's mailbox and it was mailed. As soon as I took it out, I saw this card in the mailbox..."

"Can you determine the approximate time when the prisoner will drop the card into the mailbox?"

"This, I didn't see it when I opened the mailbox yesterday evening. It should have been put in after that."

"Yesterday evening?" Sato and Takagi looked at each other. "In this case, Nakaoka should not be a prisoner. He has been kept in the detention center and will not be released until this afternoon."

Mumu frowned more tightly, and a fat face was covered with clouds.

He always feels being led by the nose by the prisoner...

"By the way, Xiaolan," Mumu suddenly raised his head and asked, "Can you show us that envelope?"

"Okay," Xiaolan stood up and said, "The package seems to have arrived early this morning. The sender is a fan of Tokyo Souls. It contains a tie and a thank you letter to Dad..."

The package was an envelope the size of a document bag, and the seal was full of overflowing paste, and Mumu accidentally got the paste when he received it.

"But having said that, although there is no code in this message, it seems that there are some hints," Shiratori studied the card. "It says that more people will witness the explosion than last time... I think it means the next time. He will choose places where more people gather to plant bombs."

"More people?" Mumu said in a deep voice after seeing the envelope. "But last time around 80,000 people gathered in the Dongdu Football Stadium. Is there a place for more than 80,000 people?"

"A hundred thousand people concert!" Chiba said in surprise, "The Shiodome Stadium concert on December 3 is claimed to have one hundred thousand people!"

"Hundred thousand people, it turned out to be like this," Takagi looked at Kogoro Mouri alertly, "In that case, Miss Yoko, who has a good personal relationship with Mr. Mouri, also participated in that concert."

"Is the prisoner really targeting the Maori brother?"

Mumu pondered and touched his chin, then turned to Gao Cheng who had been silent behind and asked, "City, brother, what do you think?"

Gao Cheng was still in a trance, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Anyway, the five people still need to be investigated further."

Relying on the clues and tips given by the prisoner, he will inevitably be led by the nose. He does not want to be influenced by the prisoner, but investigates in his own way.

The prisoner gave various codes and messages. If it was not simply provoked by [龙腾], then it might be related to the prisoner's purpose.

For example, hide your true intentions, or create an alibi for yourself...

The analysis made by Police Officer Megumi just now didn't take him much to heart. Even if Nakaoka Yoshia seemed to have an alibi, he would not give up his doubts.

Of course, the prisoner's message is not useless, and the prisoner's true intentions can be guessed by looking at it the other way around.

Just like Shiratori's analysis, the message clearly indicated the place where the bomb was planted. It is easy to see that the prisoner should be able to think that Shiodome Stadium will be under close police surveillance.

In this case, the prisoner is simply asking for hardship. With police protection, it is impossible to plant bombs at Shiodome Stadium...

On the other hand, the prisoner was sure that the police would think of Shiodome Gymnasium, but in fact, Shiodome Gymnasium was just a cover, and the prisoner played a word game in that sentence.

There are more people witnessing the explosion... it doesn't necessarily mean that it only explodes in one place, only then can I figure it out.

What is important now is the further investigation of the 5 suspects~lightnovelpub.net~ No matter how hidden or misleading the prisoner is, the real motive will never be wrong...

When leaving the Mori detective office, Meguro still turned the investigation direction to Shiodome Gymnasium, and re-investigated Yamamori and Kada of Nikkei TV, because both of them were related to the Shiodome concert.

The major suspicion fell on Shansen, because Shansen’s mantra was similar to the last sentence in the prisoner’s message, and both were "I wish you a good performance."

Gao Cheng looked back at the back of the uncle by the window on the second floor with a strange expression.

Other issues are still unclear, but judging from what the prisoner did, it was a challenge to the uncle.

The mantra mistake, it feels like the prisoner did it deliberately, and easily played the uncle and the police between the palms...

He suddenly wanted to see the bomber.

I want to know if the other party is really high IQ, or just a coincidence.

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