Chapter 29 You're Being Targeted
The doctor holding the morning glory had long felt that Jiang Xia looked familiar.
When Jiang Xia started talking, he finally remembered - this young man had been in the newspaper a few days ago and had solved several cases in succession.
Doctor: “…” This time…it seems like I can get a detective for free?
Thinking of this, Dr. Ogawa suddenly became enthusiastic.
He elaborated:
"This pot of flowers was delivered to the front desk by a man who calls himself 'Mr. Tanaka.' There is one pot every August 3rd."
——And it’s not just flowers.
About two years ago, every month, Dr. Ogawa would receive old toys and 1 million yen from "Mr. Tanaka".
Up to now, the amount of money received has reached 25 million.
Before, Dr. Ogawa had always regarded these as thank-you gifts from an anonymous patient - he had a 5-year-old son, so it was normal for him to send toys along with the money.
Who would have thought that this month, what was sent along with the money was no longer a toy, but a letter signed by "Taro Tanaka".
The letter read: The 25 million has now been paid and I am here to take what is due to me.
…The hint of malice in his tone was disturbing.
Dr. Ogawa suddenly panicked and hurriedly sought help from a detective. Ten minutes ago, he found Kogoro Mori's detective agency.
At the reminder of Maori Kogoro, Dr. Ogawa remembered that there was an oil painting worth more than 20 million yen hanging in his office. When "Mr. Tanaka" said "take what is due", he might have been targeting that painting.
So at this time, a group of people rushed to the hospital.
…
Kogoro Mouri stood on the steps of the hospital, staring at Dr. Ogawa who was explaining the situation to Jiang Xia, and smelled the scent of "stealing business."
With the idea of "not wanting to lose to the younger generation".
Maori Kogoro calmly cleared his throat and interrupted the conversation between the doctor and Jiang Xia: "Sending the same flowers every year is probably not just a hobby, but has some specific meaning."
Jiang Xia nodded politely:
"Morning glory does have some special meanings. 'End', 'Bond of Love', and ..."
He suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone became eerie: "'I'm obsessed with you'."
Mao Lilan, who was listening in, said: “!”
Could it be that this flower is a patient who died on Dr. Ogawa's operating table...
Maori Kogoro didn't think there were ghosts in the world. He touched his chin in confusion and said, "The first two flower languages are indeed common, but the last one, 'entangled with you'... did you make it up yourself?"
"No. I've received morning glories before." Jiang Xia pushed aside the layers of flower vines, took out the greeting card hidden inside, and read the words on it:
“At the time, there was also a note like this in Huali, but it was not signed, but it said ‘I’m obsessed with you’.
"I was actually pestered for a while afterwards, so I had a deep impression of it."
Conan: “…”
How come you always have rich experience in strange places.
Also, I was harassed before, but now I am gone...
If we go to Tokyo Bay to salvage some, we might be able to find cement with Jiang Xia's fingerprints on it.
…
Kogoro Mouri's mental activities are not as erratic as Conan and Ran Mouri's.
After listening to Jiang Xia's words, he began to eliminate them step by step: "Giving it every year should not mean 'end'. And the remaining two flower languages, whether it is 'the bond of love' or 'I'm obsessed with you', are both quite ambiguous, that..."
As a professional in catching mistresses, Maori Kogoro couldn't help but ask Dr. Ogawa a soul-searching question: "Are you threatened by a mistress?"
Dr. Ogawa shook his head desperately: "I have never cheated!"
"Sending flowers usually represents gratitude or love." Jiang Xia said, "If you want to express gratitude, it would be a bit strange not to show up. This option can be ruled out 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 retracted his gaze: "Okay, let's rule it out first."
"If it's not these two." He held up three fingers, then put down two of them one by one, "In fact, flowers have another use - memorial service."
"The flowers offered on the anniversary of the death are usually chrysanthemums or lilies. But in recent years, many people choose flowers that the deceased liked, or flowers that are in full bloom in the season."
Jiang Xia quietly revealed the secret: "Morning glories bloom mostly in the summer, in July, August, and September, which happens to include August 3rd."
…
As Dr. Ogawa listened, his face turned pale.
Sending flowers to a living person is simply horrifying. The person who used the alias "Mr. Tanaka"...did he want to kill him? ?
Thinking of this, Dr. Ogawa's hair stood on end. He looked at Jiang Xia as if he were his savior:
As expected of a detective who can be in the newspapers. He has analyzed so much after just a few words.
In this case, maybe after chatting for another hour, Jiang Xia will be able to catch the true identity of "Mr. Tanaka"?
Under his expectant gaze.
Jiang Xia thought for a moment and said, "Since Mr. Tanaka is also giving you toys, his purpose might be related to children. You might as well follow this keyword and think about what intersections you have with him."
"Child……"
Dr. Ogawa muttered something, then suddenly thought of something. His face suddenly changed, and he dropped the flowerpot and ran to the archive room.
As he ran, Conan and the Maori father and daughter were startled and reflexively followed him quickly.
The stairs were suddenly empty.
…
Jiang Xia glanced at their receding backs, straightened his collar, and walked downstairs leisurely.
Successfully escaped from the clinic√
Moreover, if he was right, in addition to the clues about Doctor Feng Hu, he would also gain something else on this trip.
…
After walking out of the hospital gate, Jiang Xia did not go home, but turned into a park.
As soon as he entered the park, Xiaobai, who was savoring the murderous atmosphere of the hotpot brand, was startled. It seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly sat up straight, quickly staring in a certain direction.
Jiang Xia walked a distance along the direction it pointed and saw a kindergarten.
The kindergarten had not yet finished school. At this moment, a middle-aged man with a murderous aura was sitting on the bench outside the gate.
Seeing him, Jiang Xia was sure.
...It was indeed this case.
(End of this chapter)
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