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Conan instinctively reached into his pocket, pulling out another sunflower seed and cracking it open. "By the way, last time you didn't tell me—how old are you exactly?" 

"Eighty-four." 

Haibara Ai glanced at Conan, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "I could practically be your grandmother." 

"What?!" 

The sunflower seed slipped from Conan's hand and fell to the ground. His face twisted in shock. 

He had speculated about Haibara Ai's age before. Based on her demeanor, he figured she must be somewhere between her twenties and thirties. 

But eighty-four? If that were true, he'd have to call her Grandma—or Great-Grandma, even! Could that drug really be *that* outrageous? 

Seeing the growing horror on Conan's face, Haibara Ai nodded, clearly amused. "Actually, I was just messing with you." 

She paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and rested her chin on her hands. "Truthfully, I was eighteen before I shrank." 

"So you're the same age as Fujino…" 

Conan pulled another sunflower seed from his pocket, but before he could finish his sentence, Mitsuhiko interrupted him. 

"The ball just disappeared!" 

"Disappeared?" 

Conan turned his head and saw the ball deflated on the ground. 

Perplexed, he crouched down for a closer look and noticed a small puncture on the ball's surface. 

Realizing something wasn't right, Conan immediately jumped into action. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and started digging into the deflated ball. 

Eventually, he unearthed a 7.62mm copper bullet. 

--- 

While the others were focused on Conan's sudden investigation, Fujino's attention was drawn to a figure in the audience on the opposite side of the field. 

It was a man dressed in a brown trench coat, tightly bundled to conceal his appearance. 

The soccer ball had been shot by him. 

The weapon? A Tokarev pistol. 

Silently, Fujino marked the man with his *Eagle Eye Tracker*. He glanced at the others, confirming they were still engrossed in Conan's antics, and then quietly slipped away from the stands. Using the tracker, he began tailing the man. 

--- 

With his *Eagle Eye Tracker* activated, Fujino kept a cautious distance, shadowing the man as he left the venue. 

Before long, he saw the man discard the pistol into a trash can. 

The man scanned his surroundings, ensuring no one was watching, and then quickly walked away. 

Fujino didn't immediately confront the man. Instead, he silently waited for the man to disappear from view. 

His primary objective wasn't the man—it was the gun. 

A criminal without a gun was like a snake without fangs, no real threat to him. 

"What a waste…" Fujino muttered, sighing. After checking that no cameras were nearby, he donned gloves and retrieved the discarded pistol from the trash can. 

As expected, it was a Tokarev. 

On the pistol's grip was a five-pointed star. 

"Wait a minute…" 

Fujino scrutinized the pitch-black firearm and suddenly inhaled sharply. "This thing isn't just any Tokarev—it's a Type 54!" 

Though Fujino wasn't an expert on firearms, he knew enough to recognize the difference. 

The Tokarev TT-33 was a Soviet design, while the Type 54 was a Chinese-made variant with slight modifications for better ergonomics. 

Even though the serial number had been scratched off, its unique features were unmistakable. 

"An unexpected bonus…" Fujino murmured, pleased. He stashed the Type 54 pistol into his personal inventory. 

Initially, he had been aiming to snag a Tokarev, but he ended up with a piece of homegrown history instead. 

Come to think of it, it made sense. The differences between the Type 54 and the Tokarev TT-33 weren't significant. The Type 54 was essentially an improved version with adjustments for better usability. 

And while the TT-33 had been out of production for decades, the Type 54 had only recently ceased production. 

In terms of availability and export volume, the Type 54 far outnumbered the TT-33. 

Speaking of which, Fujino now had quite the collection of handguns at his disposal…

Previously, he had confiscated an M37 shotgun from the distillery and later seized a Beretta 92 with a suppressor from Pisk. 

There were also two M1911A1 pistols and a Glock G17 taken from the underworld earlier. 

And just recently, he acquired a Type 54. 

Counting carefully, he now owned six handguns. 

If he added a rifle and a sniper rifle, his portable space would essentially become a mobile armory. 

You could only say it was a bit ridiculous. 

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"Next up, is it time to handle the system task?" 

After putting away the handgun, Fujino took out his phone to check the time. "By now, Inspector Megure should be on his way… But seriously, why is it always Inspector Megure handling these random murder threats that are practically acts of terrorism?" 

… 

From the bullets Conan dug up at the scene, he quickly deduced that the shooter had used a Tokarev-series pistol. 

Inspector Megure soon arrived at the scene and began inquiring about the specifics. 

Based on Conan's reasoning, Inspector Megure also concluded that the culprit used a Tokarev-series pistol. 

Additionally, the director revealed that evacuating the people inside the stadium was not an option, as the suspect threatened to start shooting indiscriminately if they did. 

… 

Outside Tokyo National Stadium. 

Inspector Megure was accompanied by several officers. The director responsible for the live broadcast also arrived, along with Conan and the others. 

"Other than not allowing the audience to evacuate, did the suspect make any other demands?" 

Inspector Megure asked the Nippon TV director sternly. 

"He said we must prepare 50 million yen in a travel bag before halftime." 

The director replied, "As for the handover location, he didn't disclose it, saying he'll contact us later." 

"Extorting money, huh? It seems the suspect is trying to blackmail Nippon TV." 

At that moment, a familiar voice rang out. 

Everyone turned to see Fujino walking toward them in his usual black suit and trench coat. 

"Fujino, my friend, you're here too!" 

Inspector Megure greeted Fujino warmly but was deep in thought. 

Didn't Fujino just deal with a murder case yesterday? 

And today, he's already caught up in a blackmail case. 

The world is becoming increasingly chaotic… 

"I came here to watch the game with these kids." 

Fujino explained briefly before asking, "I overheard something about 50 million yen. Did something happen here?" 

"It's indeed a blackmail case… but the suspect is armed. They first shot a soccer ball inside the stadium as a threat and then demanded Nippon TV prepare 50 million yen, with the exact location to be decided later." 

Inspector Megure nodded and said gravely, "I'm planning to have plainclothes officers infiltrate the venue. When the suspect calls next, we'll apprehend everyone on the phone and interrogate them." 

"That's a relatively safe approach…" 

Fujino pondered for a moment before replying, "But what if there's more than one suspect?" 

"More than one suspect?" 

Inspector Megure looked puzzled. "What makes you think that, Fujino?" 

"I believe that if the suspect dares to demand a ransom and even attempt a transaction, they must already be prepared for the possibility of the director alerting the police." 

Fujino paused before continuing, "If they're bold enough to proceed, they must be confident they can protect themselves when the police intervene. I think they're relying on an accomplice—one person handles communication, while the other handles the shooting." 

"I see!" 

Inspector Megure's eyes lit up with understanding but quickly furrowed his brow. "If that's the case, even if we capture the person communicating with us, the other accomplice could threaten to start shooting unless we release their partner. It's infuriating." 

(End of Chapter)