The doctor holding the morning glory had long felt that Jiang Xia looked familiar.
When Jiang Xia talked to him, he finally remembered - a few days ago, this young man had been in the newspaper and solved several cases one after another.
Doctor: "..." This wave... seems like you can get a detective for free?
Thinking this way, Dr. Ogawa suddenly became enthusiastic.
He explained in detail:
"This potted flower was delivered to the front desk by a man who called himself 'Mr. Tanaka'. There is a potted flower on August 3rd every year."
——And it’s not just flowers.
Starting about two years ago, Dr. Ogawa has received old toys and 1 million yen from "Mr. Tanaka" every month.
So far, the money received has reached 25 million.
Previously, Dr. Ogawa had always regarded these as thank-you gifts from an anonymous patient - he had a 5-year-old son, and it was normal for him to send toys along with the money.
Unexpectedly, this month, what was sent along with the money was no longer a toy, but a letter signed "Taro Tanaka".
The letter said: 25 million has been paid, and I am coming to take what I deserve.
...The vague malice in his tone was disturbing.
Dr. Ogawa suddenly panicked and hurriedly asked a detective for help. He found Mouri Kogoro's detective agency more than ten minutes ago.
At the reminder of Kogoro Mori, Dr. Ogawa remembered that there was an oil painting worth more than 20 million hanging in his office. "Mr. Tanaka" may have been targeting someone when he said "take what you deserve"
That painting.
So at this time, a group of people rushed to the hospital.
…
Mouri Kogoro stood on the steps of the hospital, staring at Dr. Ogawa who was describing the situation to Jiang Xia, and smelled the smell of "stealing business."
Based on the idea of "not wanting to lose to the juniors".
Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat calmly and intervened in the conversation between the doctor and Jiang Xia: "I insist on sending the same flowers every year. This should not be out of interest, but because it has a certain meaning."
Jiang Xia nodded with dignity:
"Morning glory does have some special flower language. 'End', 'bond of love', and..."
He suddenly lowered his voice and his tone became sinister: "'I'm stuck with you.'"
Mao Lilan, who was observing: "!"
Could it be that this flower was a patient who died on Dr. Ogawa's operating table...
Mouri Kogoro didn't think there were ghosts in the world. He touched his chin in confusion: "The first two flower languages are indeed common, but the last one 'haunting you'... did you make it up yourself?"
"No. I have received morning glories before." Jiang Xia pushed aside the overlapping flower vines, turned out the greeting card hidden inside, and read the words on it:
"At that time, there was a note like this in the flower, but it was not signed, but it said 'I am obsessed with you'.
"Later on, I was indeed pestered for a period of time, so I had a deeper impression."
Conan: "..."
How come you always have so much experience in strange places.
Also, I was pestered before, but not anymore...
If you go fishing in Tokyo Bay, you should be able to find cement with Jiang Xia's fingerprints printed on it.
…
Mouri Kogoro's psychological activities are not as out-of-the-box as Conan and Mouri Lan.
After listening to Jiang Xia's words, he started to exclude them step by step: "Giving it as a gift every year should not mean 'end'. And the remaining two flower languages, whether it is 'the bond of love' or 'I am obsessed with you', are quite good.
Ambiguous, that..."
As a professional in catching mistresses, Maori Kogoro couldn't help asking Dr. Ogawa a soul-searching question: "Are you threatened by mistresses?"
Dr. Ogawa shook his head desperately: "I have never cheated!"
"Sending flowers generally represents gratitude or love." Jiang Xia said, "If you want to express gratitude, it is really strange to not show up all the time. This item can be excluded temporarily. As for love..."
He looked at Dr. Ogawa.
Dr. Ogawa was startled and shook his head even more vigorously.
Jiang Xia looked back: "Okay, let's rule it out first."
"If it's not these two kinds." He raised three fingers, and then put down two more in sequence, "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 revealed the story quietly: "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.
It is simply creepy to send memorial flowers to a living person. Does that person with the pseudonym "Mr. Tanaka"...do he want his life??
Thinking of this, Dr. Ogawa's hair stood on end. He looked at Jiang Xia as if he were a savior:
He is indeed a detective who could be in the newspapers. After only a few words of conversation, he analyzed so much.
In this case, maybe if we chat for another hour, Jiang Xia can directly find out the true identity of "Mr. Tanaka"?
Under his expectant gaze.
Jiang Xia thought about it and said: "Since 'Mr. Tanaka' is also giving you toys, his purpose may be related to children. You might as well follow this keyword and think back to what interactions you have with him."
"Child……"
Dr. Ogawa muttered something, suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly changed, he dropped the flowerpot and ran to the archives room.
As soon as he ran away, Conan and Maori and his daughter were startled, and reflexively followed him quickly.
The stairs were suddenly empty.
…
Jiang Xia glanced at their retreating figures, adjusted her collar, and walked downstairs leisurely.
Escaped diagnosis successfully√
Moreover, if I am not mistaken, in this trip, in addition to the relevant clues about Dr. Fengdo, he will also gain something else.
…
After walking out of the hospital gate, Jiang Xia did not go home, but turned into a park.
Xiao Bai, who had just entered the park and was recalling the murderous aura of the hot pot brand, was startled. He seemed to have sensed something. He sat up straight and quickly stared in a certain direction.
Jiang Xia followed its direction for a while and saw a kindergarten.
The kindergarten had not ended yet. At this time, sitting on the bench outside the gate, was a middle-aged man with murderous intent wrapped around his body.
