This small victory brought comfort to Conan's battle-scarred heart: he had long noticed that Jiang Xia didn't like to touch or sniff around randomly at crime scenes. Without the perfume clue, and without having seen Mrs. Suwa's handwriting, even Jiang Xia couldn't possibly have deduced that the person who had left this postcard was...
Jiang Xia said, "Mrs. Suwa."
Conan: "..."
Conan: "??!" How did you know that?! Did I miss another clue again?!
His eyes widened in shock. His overclocked brain began replaying every scrap of information related to Mrs. Suwa like a machine, trying to find the clue.
But before he could think of anything, Jiang Xia continued, "Also, the person who sent those two Threatening Letters and that Bullet..."
"?!!" Conan's eyes widened even further. Y-you know that too?!
How long had it even been since they entered? He hadn't caught even the faintest whiff of a clue, yet Jiang Xia had actually... How was that possible??
After soaring high, he immediately plunged straight back down. Conan's heart was filled with bleak despair.
Then Jiang Xia leisurely went on, "The person who sent those two Threatening Letters and that Bullet won't be so easy to find. We'll need to look at some other clues first."
Conan: "..."
The corner of the Mini Detective's eye twitched wildly. His mood was as complicated as if he had just ridden an out-of-control drop tower.
He was about to speak when Mrs. Suwa impatiently cut in from beside him. "What are you muttering about? Have you found the person who sent the Threatening Letters?"
Having toyed with the elementary school student enough, Jiang Xia turned to her and said seriously, "There are too few clues. The best approach right now is to work backward from the motive—I'd like to meet the