"Mr. Maori, I really admire the name for a long time," the middle-aged man did not have the fanaticism of a super fan, but after seeing Uncle Maori, he was very calm, and immediately took out his mobile phone from his arms and said, "There is a photo I want you to take a look at anyway......"

"Looking at the photos?"

Uncle Maori somehow took the middle-aged man's mobile phone, and the photo showed a young boy running on a green field.

"It's ......"

"It's my son Zhishi," the middle-aged man looked at Maori with a complicated expression, "please take a look at the other photos as well." ”

"Oh, okay."

The uncle tossed the photo to browse the next one, and he was still a little boy, and it could be seen that it was a youth football game.

"He seems to be playing happily," the uncle asked, looking at the middle-aged man, "Is your son here today?" ”

"Ah no," the middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Actually, my son died of illness in August this year, and Zhishi's health has not been very good, and the doctor has forbidden him to engage in intense sports......"

"And what are these pictures?"

"Because he wanted to play football anyway, I asked the coach to let him join the team, and these photos are the only games that the coach has been kind enough to let him play......

"Even the goal was filmed instantly, this kid seems to be playing very well," the uncle looked up at the last photo, looked up and asked, "Then again, why do you want me to look at these photos?" ”

"It's nothing," the middle-aged man put away his phone and apologized, "I just want you to see the proof that Zhishi was once alive...... I'm sorry to make the atmosphere stiff, so I'll take my leave first. ”

"Oh......" The uncle watched the middle-aged man walk away in a daze.

"J League players, the second half of the program is about to start, please go to Zone B to meet ......"

With a broadcast in the sports park, Gao Cheng drank a bottle of Coke and walked towards the crowd on the side of the court, and when he passed by a young man with a ponytail, the young man's depressed and hidden sadness made Gao Cheng take a more look.

It looks like a player, but it's not a J-League player......

"Really, Ah Cheng," shouted Yuanzi, huffing over to him, "where the hell have you gone?" The J League players finally got here......"

"I went to the bathroom." Gao Cheng also saw the many football players who left.

Basically, they are all members of the Tokyo Soul Team and the Osaka Flying Foot Team, and the familiar ones are the Akagi Heroes of the Tokyo Team and Naomura, and the Osaka Team is a match......

There was an Osaka player named Endo who taught Conan a curling free kick before leaving.

Because of the relationship between proficient football, he is not too unfamiliar with these people, but he is not familiar with them, because he really didn't pay much attention to football games before, and his understanding of the J-League is not even as good as that of Mitsuhiko's children.

He is more interested in baseball than football, and is now the number one celebrity in Kabukicho.

"That person is a miracle single striker, Kazuya Nakaoka," Conan noted Takasei's gaze at the ponytail youth, and explained in a low voice, "Three years ago, he won the national championship at Kabito High School, and he was already destined to join the soul team and was regarded as a future ace player, but he was in a car accident a month after the championship game, and then disappeared from the football world. ”

"I didn't ask ......"

Gao Cheng calmly looked at Conan, who seemed to be encyclopedic.

This guy always knows a lot......

"By the way," Xiao Ai asked Gao Cheng while standing on the side with his arms folded, "You said you wanted to watch the J-League with everyone, right?" Next week, there will be a match between Tokyo and Osaka. ”

"Next week?"

Gao Cheng opened his mouth.

He really meant just watching the J-League final, but the match between Tokyo and Osaka was really rare, and it was ......

Facing the sight of Xiao Ai and the garden, Gao Cheng swallowed his saliva and changed his words: "Of course, you can put the work thing aside first." ”

"Great!" Yuan Zi said happily, "So that I can buy tickets with confidence, and everyone will cheer for the contestants together!" ”

"Hey, Sister Yuanzi," Mrs. Yuan said sensitively, "where are you?" Why do you want to cheer for the Osaka team? ”

Yuanzi crossed his waist and looked at a few children fiercely: "Of course I'm on the side of the Tokyo team, but it doesn't matter if I cheer for the Bigo players, aren't everyone fans of Bigo?" ”

Gao Cheng secretly held his forehead.

It seems that only Xiao Ai and Yuanzi are fans here, Conan is not counted, this guy likes almost all ace players.

"Hey, Joto," Conan didn't talk back to Sonoko, turned to Gao Cheng and asked, "Which side of the fan are you?" ”

"I'm only a fan of female singers." Gao Cheng responded.

"It can't be Yoko again, right?" Conan glanced at the yawning uncle on the other side.

"Hello, Detective Chengto," the employees of Nikiyai TV, who circled around the uncle, exaggeratedly grabbed Gao Cheng's hands, "I'm Nagayamamori, the sports intelligence department of Nikyoi TV, and I am really touched to see the famous Chengto detective, please let me and Zhang Ying!" ”

"Oh, hello."

Gao Cheng didn't feel anything, but Uncle Maori's smile froze in the back.

With the same routine and the same expression, this guy named Yamamori changed his face too quickly, and he rebelled all at once......

"This is Kamida Kaota, a photojournalist for the Nikyoi Shimbun," said the short-haired female reporter introduced by Yamamori, "I used to run the social line, but this year I was sent to the sports line." ”

"Hello," the short-haired female reporter stared at Gao Cheng with burning eyes, "I've long wanted to meet with Detective Chenghu, are you interested in an exclusive interview?" ”

"But I'm not a player either......"

"What about the story of the Detective and the J-League players? I heard that the case of the senior of the contestant was solved by Detective Joto. ”

"Ah Chengcai doesn't have time to accept any interviews," Yuan Zi vigilantly protected Gao Cheng and said directly to the short-haired female reporter, "You don't have any bad ideas!" ”

"Huh?" The short-haired female reporter was a little dazed.

"That's pretty much it," Gao Cheng politely refused, "I don't have any special relationship with the J League players, at most I just know Bigo." ”

"That's right, I'm sorry." The short-haired female reporter shrugged helplessly at Yamamori.

J-League players are detectives, and they should be good material, but it doesn't seem to work.

……

In the evening, after returning home from the rice flower sports park, Gao Cheng received a few more commission calls, and there were new private messages on the website, and this time at the end of the year was a busy time for business, just because he promised to go to watch the J League, some commissions could only be pushed off first, but fortunately, he only needed to watch the game between the Tokyo team and the Osaka team.

The time is Sunday, November 20th, and there is not a long time between the date of the performance in Rice Flower Town......

Speaking of which, Xiao Ai is still considering whether to participate in theatrical performances, and if Xiao Ai quits, the choice of guitarist is a big problem.

It's not just because Xiao Ai's ability is outstanding, but if he is temporarily replaced, he won't have time to cooperate with the practice......

Shaking his head, Gao Cheng temporarily put aside the matter of the garden band and continued to deal with the work.

If it really doesn't work, he will go up again when the time comes, and now that he has learned the guitar, he has the foundation of a piano master, and the level of other instruments is easy to improve.

Gao Cheng quickly finished arranging his work schedule and stretched out to look at the night scene outside the window.

Without the sirens sounding, it was a quiet night......

Wait, nothing should happen to the J-League this time, right?