The doctor, holding the morning glory, had long felt that Jiang Xia looked familiar.

When Jiang Xia spoke to him, he finally remembered—this young man had been in the newspapers a few days ago, solving several cases consecutively.

Doctor: “...” This wave... it seems I can get a Detective for free?

Thinking this, Dr. Ogawa immediately became enthusiastic.

He explained in detail:

“This pot of flowers was sent to the Front Desk by someone who called himself ‘Mr. Tanaka’. There’s one every August 3rd.”

—And it wasn’t just flowers.

Starting about two years ago, every month, Dr. Ogawa would receive old toys sent by “Mr. Tanaka,” along with 1,000,000 yen.

By now, the money received had already amounted to 25,000,000.

Previously, Dr. Ogawa had always considered these as a thank-you gift from an anonymous patient—he had a 5-year-old son, and it was normal for toys to be sent along with the money.

Who knew that this month, what was sent along with the money was no longer toys, but a letter signed “Tanaka Taro.”

The letter read: 25,000,000 has been paid in full, I am coming to take what is rightfully mine.

...The faint malice in the tone was unsettling.

Dr. Ogawa immediately panicked and rushed to find a Detective for help, and about ten minutes ago, he found Mouri Kogoro’s Detective Agency.

At Mouri Kogoro’s reminder, Dr. Ogawa remembered that there was an oil painting worth over 20,000,000 yen hanging in his office. What “Mr. Tanaka” said about “taking what is rightfully mine” might be targeting that painting.

That’s why at this moment, a group of people hurriedly came to the Hospital.

...

Mouri Kogoro stood on the Hospital steps, staring intently at Dr. Ogawa, who was explaining the situation to Jiang Xia, sensing the scent of “stealing business.”

Driven by the thought of “not wanting to lose to a junior.”

Mouri Kogoro cleared his throat with a composed expression and interjected into the conversation between the doctor and Jiang Xia: “Consistently sending the same flowers every year, this shouldn’t be out of interest, but rather has some specific meaning.”

Jiang Xia nodded politely:

“Morning glories do have some special flower meanings. ‘End,’ ‘bond of love,’ and...”

He suddenly lowered his voice, and his tone became eerie: “‘I’m haunting you.’”

Mouri Ran, listening in: “!”

Could it be, could these flowers be from a patient who died on Dr. Ogawa’s operating table...

Mouri Kogoro, however, didn’t believe in ghosts in this world. He rubbed his chin in confusion: “The first two flower meanings are indeed common, but that last one, ‘haunting you’... did you make that up yourself?”

“No. I received morning glories before.” Jiang Xia pushed aside the layered flower vines, pulled out the hidden greeting card, and looked at the words on it:

“At that time, there was also a note like this in the flowers, but it wasn’t signed, instead it said ‘I’m haunting you.’

“Later, I was indeed haunted for a period of time, so the impression is quite deep.”

Conan: “...”

Why are you always experienced in strange places.

Also, you were haunted before, but not anymore...

If we fish in Tokyo Bay, I wonder if we’ll find cement blocks with Jiang Xia’s fingerprints.

...

Mouri Kogoro’s thought process wasn’t as wild as Conan’s and Mouri Ran’s.

After listening to Jiang Xia’s words, he systematically began to eliminate possibilities: “Sending them every year means it shouldn’t be ‘end.’ And the remaining two flower meanings, whether ‘bond of love’ or ‘I’m haunting you,’ are quite ambiguous, that...”

As a professional in catching mistresses, Mouri Kogoro couldn’t help but ask Dr. Ogawa a soul-searching question: “Are you being blackmailed by a mistress?”

Dr. Ogawa shook his head desperately: “I’ve never cheated!”

“Sending flowers usually represents gratitude, or love.” Jiang Xia said, “If it’s to express gratitude, not showing up is indeed a bit strange, so this can be temporarily ruled out. As for love...”

He looked at Dr. Ogawa.

Dr. Ogawa was startled, shaking his head even more vigorously.

Jiang Xia withdrew his gaze: “Alright, rule that out for now too.”

“If it’s not these two.” He held up three fingers, then put down two in succession, “Actually, flowers have another use—memorial.”

“Flowers offered on a death anniversary are usually chrysanthemums or lilies. But in recent years, many people choose the deceased’s favorite flowers, or fresh flowers blooming in season.”

Jiang Xia subtly revealed: “And morning glories bloom mostly in summer, in July, August, and September, which happens to include August 3rd.”

...

As Dr. Ogawa listened, his face turned pale.

Sending memorial flowers to a living person was simply chilling. That person, who went by the alias “Mr. Tanaka”... did he want his life??

Thinking this, Dr. Ogawa’s hair stood on end. He looked at Jiang Xia as if he were a savior:

As expected of a Detective who can make it into the newspapers. After only a few words, he has analyzed so much.

Since that’s the case, maybe if they talk for another hour, Jiang Xia can directly uncover the true identity of “Mr. Tanaka”?

Under his expectant gaze.

Jiang Xia pondered: “Since ‘Mr. Tanaka’ is also sending you toys, his purpose might be related to children. You might as well follow this keyword and recall any interactions you’ve had with him.”

“Children...”

Dr. Ogawa mumbled, then suddenly thought of something, his face changing drastically. He dropped the flower pot and ran towards the archives.

As soon as he ran, Conan and the Mouri father and daughter were startled and instinctively followed quickly.

The staircase was suddenly empty.

...

Jiang Xia glanced at their receding figures, adjusted his collar, and leisurely walked downstairs.

Skipped a consultation successfully √

And, if he wasn’t mistaken. This trip, besides clues related to Dr. Kazato, he would have other gains.

...

After walking out of the Hospital Daimon, Jiang Xia did not go home but turned into a Park.

As soon as he entered the Park, Xiaobai, who was savoring the murderous aura of the hotpot, was startled. It seemed to sense something, suddenly sat upright, and quickly stared in a certain direction.

Jiang Xia followed its direction for a while and saw a kindergarten.

School hadn’t let out yet. At this moment, a Middle-aged man covered in murderous aura was sitting on a bench outside the Daimon.

Seeing him, Jiang Xia’s heart settled.

...Indeed, it was this case.