The morning sunlight streamed through the bus windows, filling the entire carriage.
Shortly after boarding the train, Conan turned to look at Kouyu, who was sitting in the last row eating his lunchbox, and muttered to himself, "Did Kouyu not eat enough this morning?"
"..." Ran glanced at Conan, who was still puzzled, and remained silent, only showing a helpless smile.
In the last row of the bus, Ai sat by the window, propping her cheek with her hand. She glanced at Kōyū out of the corner of her eye and saw him eating the bento she had specially prepared early in the morning. A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Shifting her gaze to the window, watching the bustling street, Ai softly asked, "How is it?"
"How is it? The bento?" Guangyou put a big mouthful of rice in his mouth, and after swallowing, he answered seriously, "It's delicious."
"That's good." Ai replied softly.
The two had this kind of conversation many times. Ai couldn't remember how many times she had asked "How is it?" or how many times Kousuke had answered "It's delicious".
Every time Guangyou eats the meals she prepares, she wants to ask, "How is it?"
Perhaps she just wanted to hear him say "It's delicious."
...
Soon, the bus stopped near the Toto Kokugikan in Ryogoku, Sumida Ward.
The Toto Kokugikan was built on this site in 1909. After being destroyed by war and relocated, it was not until 1984 that it was rebuilt in Ryogoku. It is a famous sports venue in Tokyo.
It is mainly used for holding international sumo tournaments, but it is not held all year round. Usually, the tournaments are held in January, May, and September.
Besides sumo wrestling, other events are also held here, such as today's wrestling match.
After getting off the bus, Guangyou, carrying an insulated bag, looked at the sea of people in front of him and exclaimed, "There are so many people."
It was still early, but the area in front of the Dongdu National Martial Arts Hall was already bustling with activity.
"They're probably all here for today's main match." Xiaolan had done some research before coming and knew that many people were looking forward to today's game. "But I didn't expect there to be so many people."
"Perhaps today's match is very meaningful, like a famous player retiring or something." Guangyou checked the time; there were still twenty minutes until the first match of the day. He then said to the others, "I guess there will be more and more people later. Let's go in first."
He knew very little about the match that was going to be held today. He only knew from Xiaolan that there was a so-called final match today. As for watching TV, he had no idea.
The only guess is that it's related to the player; it could be a retirement match, a comeback match, or a winning streak point, such as a 100-game winning streak.
As for the specific reason...
We'll find out when the game starts.
Before long, the flow of people was increasing at a visible rate. Xiaolan nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go in first."
Walking amidst the surging crowds, Guangyou suddenly remembered that lyric and couldn't help but hum it softly: "I've crossed mountains and seas, and walked through crowds of people~"
Actually, this lyric fits the current situation quite well.
He's literally walking through a sea of people...
The first floor of the Toto Kokugikan (Eastern Capital Sumo Hall) is a sumo museum, which does not require tickets. Here you can learn about the history and culture of sumo, but Kōsuke was not interested.
At this moment, a group of people had gathered in the hall. Guangyou peeked through the gaps between people and found that a simple stage had been set up in the middle.
"Hey, what are these people doing?" Xiaolan tiptoed to peek inside, but there were too many people, and she couldn't see what was going on. "Aren't they going in to watch the game?"
"I guess there's some kind of event today?" Guangyou recalled the interview vehicle still parked outside, confirmed his suspicion, checked the time again, and said to the others, "Let's go in first, the competition is about to start."
"Um."
The group had no intention of joining in the fun, so they nodded and prepared to squeeze through the gaps in the crowd and go upstairs to enter the arena.
Just as they were walking through the crowd and about to go upstairs, a male voice suddenly sounded behind them, causing them to stop in their tracks.
"Alright, now let's invite the famous detective Kogoro Mouri to answer this question."
An impassioned male voice, amplified by the microphone, echoed throughout the hall: "Which of these five is the undefeated wrestler from the capital, Wolf-Faced Warrior?"
"???"
The group turned around and looked into the crowd with some confusion. Their current position was right behind the stage, where the view was better than in front, allowing them to see the situation on the stage more clearly.
On the stage stood five masked men, a host holding a microphone and spitting loudly, and Kogoro Mouri, who was pinching his chin and deep in thought.
"What's Uncle doing here? Oh..." Guangyou recalled the conversation at the dinner table yesterday and suddenly realized, "So this is the event Uncle was talking about."
"What a coincidence," Conan remarked, looking expressionlessly towards the stage. "I never expected to run into Uncle here."
The host, looking excited, slowly approached Uncle Mori, holding a promotional board for the Wolf-Faced Warrior, his tone gradually rising: "Come on, Mr. Mori, please give your answer, come on, say it!"
The cameraman carrying the camera cooperated by giving Uncle Mori a close-up shot.
This exaggerated scene made Uncle Mori look embarrassed. He didn't know much about wrestling matches, let alone Wolfface Warriors. In his eyes, these five people were no different except for their physiques.
They were all men, and all of them were men wearing animal headgear.
He originally just wanted to guess randomly and see how lucky he was, but to his surprise, the host told him the answer directly.
Isn't the host helping him cheat?
Is he that kind of person?
...
"Ahem." Uncle Mori coughed lightly, his face calm and collected, as if he had seen through everything. "It's number three, am I right?"
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence.
"Is this person trying to scam me?"
Uncle Mori, who did not receive the correct feedback, began to have some doubts, but he still glanced at the onlookers without showing any emotion.
The next second, upbeat background music started playing from the speakers. The host leaned back strategically, microphone in hand, and exclaimed with great enthusiasm, "That's right, number three is the correct answer! As expected of the famous detective Kogoro Mouri! He truly lives up to his reputation!"
"This is a piece of cake for me, Kogoro Mouri." Uncle Mouri took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and crossed his arms, exuding a faint air of arrogance throughout the hall.
Immediately afterwards, enthusiastic applause from the crowd below the stage surged forth like waves and lasted for a long time.
Conan, who had witnessed everything, twitched his lips slightly: "Is it really okay to cheat like this?"
“I suspect the people below are all blind, or they’re all planted.” Kwang-woo crossed his arms and looked calmly at the stage. “But I have no evidence.”
...
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