Not long after he left Liuyiyuan, his phone rang.

Guangyou stopped, took out his phone, glanced at it, and then pressed the answer button, asking, "What is it?"

Can you check the time?

Conan said helplessly, "Ran asked if you're coming back for dinner, and now we're just missing you."

Without much thought, Guangyou replied, "I'm not eating. I have a mission outside right now. Just tell Xiaolan that I'm going to find Xiaoai."

"Okay." Conan replied, then suddenly remembered the word "mission" from Kouyu's words, and recalled some past events. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked in a suspicious tone, "The mission you're talking about isn't that kind, is it?"

Hearing Conan's question, Kōyū said, somewhat speechless, "Which one? Please just say it directly, thank you."

Conan couldn't directly ask if it was an assassination mission, so he used a recent case as an example, saying, "It's the kind with twelve million hostages last time."

"No, you can rest assured."

This time it really wasn't, and Kōyū reassured Conan without any qualms, "This mission is only about Ai."

"oh."

Conan nodded. Hearing that name dispelled his doubts, and he even added a rare expression of concern, "Then take care of yourself."

Guangyou chuckled jokingly and said, "Thank you for your concern, Great Detective."

"Get lost."

As soon as Guangyou heard those words, before he could say anything else, he heard the busy tone from the other end of the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Guangyou looked up at the already dark sky and said, "I didn't expect that park to be closed so late."

Seeing the bus arrive, Guangyou didn't think much of it and got on the bus, finding a seat to sit down.

Closing the door doesn't matter, since I learned the skill of climbing over walls when I was a child, and I've even upgraded this skill several levels as an adult.

Moreover, closing the gates also means that the tourists have left, making it more convenient to do anything.

After a drive of several tens of minutes, Kōyū finally arrived at the most likely, and also the last, cherry blossom viewing spot on the current list: Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden.

This place was given to the Naito family by Tokugawa Ieyasu during the Edo period and used as their residence.

It might not sound like much, but Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden covers an area of ​​approximately 58 hectares, or about 580,000 square meters...

This place has been used as a botanical garden, university grounds, royal gardens, and more...

Shinjuku Gyoen National Park has only been a national park for about forty or fifty years.

"Is this place really that important?"

At that moment, Kōyū stood in front of the sign introducing Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden, looking at the lines of information about the place, and muttered to himself, "No wonder I saw several rare plants on the way here."

After reading the introduction, Guangyou also took the time to draw a simple map on the sign next to him.

"I hope so. Let's go check out the areas where cherry blossoms are planted."

Guangyou put away his pen, looked around to make sure no one was watching him, and then quickly started walking away into the distance, thinking, "Just don't run into any patrols on the way."

It had already gotten dark, and the streetlights had come on.

To avoid potential patrols, Guangyou deliberately avoided the lights, walking along unlit paths or directly across the lawn.

Even so, Guangyou kept stopping and starting along the way, and every now and then he would see staff members dressed in security uniforms and carrying flashlights wandering around outside.

He certainly couldn't be discovered by these scoundrels; otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.

He never made a mistake in front of Gin, but in the end, he was caught by the security guard.

The thought of being dragged out of Shinjuku Gyoen National Garden by security guards...

"How could that be?"

Guangyou sat cross-legged in the bushes, enduring the branches scraping against his face, and quietly waited for the patrolmen to disappear.

Fortunately, he likes to wear dark-colored clothes. If he wore clothes with reflective stripes like some young people, he would have been dragged out.

"Damn, are these two going to keep me hanging on?"

Guangyou peeked through the bushes and saw the two patrolling men smoking and chatting. He couldn't help but mutter, "Chatting during work hours. If I were the boss, I'd fire them."

Just then, the sound of two men talking caught Guangyou's attention.

The tall, thin man asked the other man, "Is there another letter in that tree hole?"

"letter?"

Guangyou's eyes narrowed slightly, and his attention became a little more focused.

Another man wearing glasses took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, nodded, and replied, "Yes, I saw at least four or five young girls throwing letters into that tree hole today."

"These young girls still believe in this kind of baseless stuff."

The tall, thin man shook his head, then suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "You didn't peek, did you?"

"Am I that kind of person?" The bespectacled man glanced at the tall, thin man with disdain and said, "Why would I read a young girl's letter? I'd rather think about what to eat after get off work than read a letter."

"Too."

The tall, thin man looked bored; he had seen far too many people throwing letters or trinkets into tree holes.

At first I was a little curious, but later I lost all interest.

The letters were invariably about personal relationship or life troubles; even without reading the contents, he knew it. For example, most of the pink heart-shaped envelopes were about relationships...

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