The expert himself did not seem to mind this sort of thing. Jiang Xia asked helpfully, "What is your commission?"
President Kana sighed. "Our company has recently been planning to release a CD by Geralt Tenma."
"Geralt Tenma?" Mouri Ran's eyes lit up. "I remember he'd been active overseas all this time. Is he actually coming to Tokyo?"
Geralt Tenma sounded like a man's name. Seeing how happy she looked, Conan propped up his chin and asked, "And who's that?"
When it came to celebrities, Mouri Ran could name them all with ease. "He's the most closely watched mysterious singer in the French folk music scene! He never talks about his past, and nobody knows where he came from. Even the Paparazzi haven't been able to dig anything up—yet that only makes people more eager to find out."
President Kana nodded, but there was little joy on his face. "We also spent a great deal of effort persuading him to sign with us. But shortly after the matter was tentatively settled, strange things began happening around my wife.
"She often received silent calls, and someone kept anonymously sending her flowers. On top of that, she received these two letters..."
Worried, he took out two cards and showed them to Jiang Xia.
Jiang Xia looked at the first one and found that it contained only two printed lines:
[Those who fail to notice my love will probably go to Hell.]
The tone was somewhat resentful, like a gloomy Mushroom growing in a corner.
He turned it over and looked at the second card. The gloomy Mushroom had suddenly become arrogant:
[The feast of Revenge is about to begin. Enjoy the terrifying party to your heart's content!]
Suzuki Sonoko leaned over to borrow some inspiration, clicking her tongue