The doctor had long felt that Jiang Xia looked familiar. When Jiang Xia talked to him, he finally remembered. ——This young man seemed to have been in the newspaper a while ago. This wave... seems to be able to get a detective for free. Thinking of this, Dr. Ogawa's tone suddenly became enthusiastic: "It was delivered to the front desk by a man who called himself 'Mr. Tanaka'. There is a pot on August 3rd every year." And, it’s not just flowers. Starting about two years ago, the doctor has received old toys and 1 million yen from "Mr. Tanaka" every month. So far, the money received has reached 25 million. Before, Dr. Ogawa had always regarded these as gifts.
He has a 5-year-old son, so it’s not surprising that others would send him toys. And sending money anonymously... It's a bit strange. But who doesn’t like money falling from the sky? Dr. Ogawa didn't take it seriously. This month, however, it's no longer old toys that are being sent with the money. It was a letter signed "Taro Tanaka". The letter read: 25 million has been paid, and I am coming to take what I deserve. The vague malice in his tone was disturbing. Only then did Dr. Ogawa panic. Taking the letter with him, he went to a detective agency that he had heard of before - it happened to be Mouri Kogoro's agency, and asked the detective for help. At Mouri Kogoro's reminder, Dr. Ogawa remembered that there was an oil painting worth more than 20 million hanging in his office. "Mr. Tanaka" may have his eye on that painting. Therefore, a group of people will rush to the hospital. … Mouri Kogoro stood on the steps, staring at Dr. Ogawa who was talking about the situation. I smelled the familiar atmosphere of "stealing business". He doesn't want to lose to the juniors every time. So he cleared his throat with a calm expression and intervened in the conversation between the two people: "I insist on sending the same flowers every year. This should not be out of interest, but has a certain meaning."
Jiang Xia nodded politely: "Morning glories do have some special flower meanings. 'End', 'Love Bond', and..." He suddenly lowered his voice and said Yousen: "'I'm stuck with you.'" Mao Lilan: "!" There was a sudden gust of wind on the stairs. She silently crossed her arms and got goosebumps all over her body. Could it be that the patient who died on Dr. Ogawa's operating table... Conan didn't think that way. He nodded: "The first two flower languages are indeed common, but the last one...did you make it up yourself?" "No, I have received morning glory before." Jiang Xia opened the petals, turned out the greeting card hidden in the flower, and read the words on it: "At that time, there was also a flower note like this in the flower, which said, 'I am obsessed with you.' "Later on, I was indeed pestered for a period of time, so I left a deep impression." Conan: "..." How come you always have experience in strange places. Also, I was pestered before, but not anymore... If you go fishing in Tokyo Bay, you won't be able to find cement stained with Jiang Xia's fingerprints. Mouri Kogoro touched his chin and carefully elaborated: "Giving it as a gift every year should not mean 'the end'. "The remaining two flower languages, whether it's 'the bond of love' or 'I'm obsessed with you,' are quite ambiguous. That..." As a professional in catching mistresses, he asked Dr. Ogawa about his soul: "Are you threatened by mistresses?" Dr. Ogawa shook his head: "I didn't cheat." "Sending flowers generally represents gratitude or love." Jiang Xia said, "If you want to express gratitude, it is indeed a bit strange to not show up all the time. This item can be excluded for the time being. As for love..." He looked at Dr. Ogawa. Dr. Ogawa was startled and shook his head even more vigorously. Jiang Xia looked away: "Okay, let's rule it out first." "If it's not these two." He raised three fingers, and then put down two more, "In fact, flowers have another purpose--to hold memorial ceremonies." "The flowers offered on the death anniversary are usually chrysanthemums or lilies. But in recent years, many people will choose flowers that the deceased liked, or flowers that are in bloom in the season." Jiang Xia calmly revealed: "And morning glories mostly bloom in summer, July, August, and September, which happens to include August 3." Dr. Ogawa's face turned pale as he listened.
Give him a living person and send him flowers for commemoration. No matter how you think about it, it's full of malice. Before, the doctor had always thought that the worst outcome of this incident would be that the 25 million he received was suddenly gone. but now…… The person with the pseudonym "Mr. Tanaka" may want his life! Dr. Ogawa looked at Jiang Xia as if he were a savior. He is indeed a detective who can be in the newspapers. After just a few words of chatting, so much was analyzed. ...Maybe if we chat for another hour, Jiang Xia will be able to find out the true identity of "Mr. Tanaka". With this in mind, Dr. Ogawa planned to extend an invitation to this smart detective who came to his door. No matter how much you want. But I heard Jiang Xia say again: "Since 'Mr. Tanaka' is also giving you toys at the same time, his purpose may be related to children. You might as well follow this line and recall what interactions you have with Mr. Tanaka." "Child……" Dr. Ogawa muttered, suddenly his expression changed, and he ran to the archives room with the flowerpot in hand. As soon as he ran away, Maori and the others were startled, and followed him reflexively. The stairs were suddenly empty. Jiang Xia glanced at their retreating figures, adjusted her collar, and walked downstairs leisurely. After leaving the hospital, Jiang Xia did not go home. Instead, she looked at the surrounding roads and turned into a park. As soon as he entered the park, Xiaobai, who was still reminiscing about the hot pot, sat up straight and stared in a certain direction. Jiang Xia followed its direction for a while and saw a kindergarten. Sitting on the bench outside the kindergarten was a middle-aged man with murderous intent wrapped around his body. ...Sure enough, it is this case. As expected of Conan. From now on, perhaps Conan should be called "the ghost-picking god who brings good luck." Other gods are happy to see him. Conan is dead at first sight. ...Even if you can't pick up the ghost, you can definitely pick up the murderous aura.