Coroner Coroner

Most of the passengers standing on this platform are football fans who have just watched the game.

Everyone was wearing their team's jersey, either Novalo's or SPIRITS' - the guy with the long hair was just wearing a Novalo's jersey, which was no surprise.

"But... big brother with long hair..."

"Did you actually go to the game just now, wearing this jersey?"

Conan smiled slightly. The confidence in his smile made people forget that he was a primary school student.

Many passengers and fans present followed his reminder and watched intently.

This shows the problem:

"Wait...what's that jersey?!"

"What, what's wrong..." The long-haired man hadn't noticed the problem yet: "Is there something wrong with my jersey?"

"Of course there is!"

There are already radical fans of the Tokyo Novaloo team at the scene and can't help it:

"You guy, are you really a fan of our Novalu team?"

"How could our Novalo fans come out to watch the game wearing Higo Ryusuke, the traitor's jersey?!"

Everyone present is a knowledgeable fan.

They all recognized it at this time. The long-haired man was wearing the No. 9 jersey that Higo Ryusuke originally wore when he played for the Tokyo Novaro team, and Higo Ryusuke's Roman accent surname was clearly printed on it.

Higo Takasuke recently betrayed the Novaru team and moved to Osaka.

It is precisely because of the absence of his main force at this critical moment that the Tokyo Novaro team lost to the Tokyo SPIRITS team today and lost the Kanto League championship.

and so…

The fans of the Novalu team are all angry with Hu Longyou.

Among them are many lawless football hooligans like Kakutake Akano.

But the long-haired man said that he was wearing this jersey and just went to watch the match between Novalu and SPIRITS——

Wearing a traitor's jersey to the game at this time, wouldn't you be afraid of being beaten to death by Novalu fans?

"Are you really a fan of the Novalo team?"

"No...do you really understand football?"

Without Conan's explanation, everyone can see his identity as a fake fan.

And most importantly:

"Did you really watch the game just now?"

"Big brother with long hair~"

Conan pressed on step by step with his sweet childish voice:

"If you actually go into the venue and sit among all those fans."

"After several hours of the whole game, it is impossible for no one to notice this 'traitor' jersey on you."

"You won't be so ignorant about the current situation of Bihu contestants printed on your clothes like you are now."

"I..." The long-haired man was speechless for a moment.

The layer of cold sweat on his forehead became more and more obvious.

Conan continued to analyze non-stop:

"Maybe you don't understand football at all, and you didn't go to the game."

"You just came out wearing a jersey, so that you can mix among the fans after the game, and approach the deceased silently, that is, Mr. Kakutake Akano."

"How, how is it possible..."

The long-haired man is still quibbling:

"I don't know that guy at all!"

"This is even more strange." Conan spread his hands: "You just said that you are a fan of Novalu."

"Fans of the Novalo team, will there be anyone who doesn't know this big football hooligan who has been sent to prison several times in order to repeatedly fight with fans of the enemy team at the Novaro team?"

"Even me, a kid who hasn't been to football for a year, has heard of this notorious guy—and I'm not even a Novaro fan."

"..." The long-haired man was even more speechless.

Conan's words are sharper than each sentence:

"Big brother with long hair... I suspect you didn't go to the game at all."

"And the reason why you didn't go to the game is very simple:"

"Kakutake Akano has been blacklisted from the league's spectators because he has repeatedly made a fuss at the venue."

"All the security guards at the venue knew him. He couldn't enter the venue to watch the game. He could only watch the broadcast on the big screen outside the venue and feel the atmosphere of the game from a distance."

"So... in order to keep track of this target, you can only stay outside the venue with him."

"You..." The long-haired man swallowed nervously: "What are you talking about, kid... why can't I understand?"

"Say, say I followed that guy, you, do you have evidence?"

"There is no evidence."

"It's just a guess."

Conan shook his head frankly:

"But there may be something on you that can indirectly verify my guess."

"What, what?"

"Subway tickets." Conan analyzed: "There are a lot of people at the subway station near this stadium, and there is a long queue to buy tickets on the spot."

"If you also buy tickets on the spur of the moment when you enter the subway, it is easy to keep track of your goals while queuing."

"So, in order to ensure that you don't lose your target, you can ensure that you can follow Uncle Akano closely after entering the subway station..."

"You can only buy subway tickets a few hours in advance!"

This is not proof, but a corroboration.

If you find the subway ticket from the long-haired man, the time stamp on the ticket is indeed not recent, but a few hours ago, or even earlier.

He is undoubtedly the number one suspect in this case.

After that, he will also be under the intensive care of the police.

"This gentleman... What's your name?"

Belmode asked leisurely.

"Daye...Daye Yuemin."

The long-haired man announced his name, Da Ye Yuemin.

"Very good, Mr. Daye."

Belmode smiled, but his tone carried an unquestionable majesty:

"Now even a primary school student can see that you are suspicious."

"Shouldn't you show the license plate?"

"I..." Da Ye Yuemin hesitated for a while.

"Don't waste time." Belmode frowned: "My boyfriend is a policeman."

"If you refuse to cooperate with the investigation like this, it will only make him more suspicious of you."

Daye Yuemin had nothing to say.

He could only bite the bullet and reach for his bag.

But the hand was stretched halfway, and I didn't know what to think of, but I was tangled and stopped again.

"What, is there a problem?"

"No..." Daye Yuemin unzipped the zipper with difficulty, and his movements were extremely slow.

It's as if the bag zipper is some kind of iron chain.

After pulling for a long time, a small hole was pulled out.

He didn't continue to widen the zipper opening, but just put his hand in through the small opening, and fumbled for the ticket with difficulty.

"Heh..." Belmode's eyes became subtle.

Conan also realized something.

"Mr. Daye."

"Is there something hidden in your bag that you don't want people to see?"

"No, no..." His voice was trembling.

His hand also subconsciously protected his bag.

But of course it doesn't work.

With just a light touch, Belmod "transformed" the bag from Daye Yuemin's hands like magic.

In full view, the zipper opened.

Inside is a pair of work gloves, and...

a knife.

Chapter 627 There is a murderer, but there is no

"What are you doing with your knife?"

"Defense, self-defense..."