Emotional Master Sharp-tongued Ai

How can you even call yourself human? You heartless bastard!

The Sunset Red is coming, what kind of savage nonsense is that?!

I'm already fifty, and you call that something a human would say?

Professor Agasa's mouth twitched slightly as he ignored the letter in Fujino's hand.

"Found it!"

Just then, Ayumi found Professor Agasa's invitation.

Excited, she handed the envelope to Professor Agasa.

But after seeing the postcard in Fujino's hand, her cute eyes were drawn to the word "like." She curiously asked, "Professor, who sent you this postcard?"

Ai Haibara caught the scent of gossip. She walked over, leaned beside Fujino, and glanced at the postcard. Her expression suddenly turned strange.

Then she looked suspiciously at Professor Agasa. "Such cute handwriting... it should have been a child, and a girl at that?"

Mitsuhiko rubbed his chin. "Could it have been a love letter?"

Professor Agasa smiled awkwardly, his old face reddening as he sank into reminiscence. "It was just a postcard sent by an old friend... and that was already forty years ago."

Ai Haibara thought for a moment. "So, when you were in sixth grade?"

"Sixth grade..."

Conan could not help glancing at Professor Agasa, feeling somewhat baffled.

Someone had actually sent him a love letter in elementary school, so how had this old man remained single all these years?

Could he have grown crooked halfway through?

That did not seem right. There were childhood photos of Professor Agasa in his album.

Not that he was more handsome than me, anyway...

Feeling the curious gazes of the children, Professor Agasa looked a little helpless. He gazed at the postcard, and a trace of nostalgia appeared in his eyes. "It happened after summer vacation... I was late and took a shortcut, and I saw a younger girl hiding