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It happened again.

Conan stared at the dove in front of him and after he grabbed the letter, he quickly started to read it. Messy handwriting, but it looked photocopied. Naturally. Who would write a thousands of letters by hand anyway? No sane person. Not that the mayor was probably sane. Nevertheless, this mayor seemed to already be ready to bother with one. No typing instead though? Peculiar.

The letter he was handed this time was talking about prized gardens, and surely, this young boy had noticed them all over the city. There were many kinds of flowers around. Some, of which he was sure never blossomed at the same time. But what did that mean? How was it possible? And if the gardens were as prized as the mayor said they were, why did he encourage people to dig there anyhow?

Either way, Conan wasn’t going to let go of the dove and after dropping by his room - to put the dove there, probably to the displeasure of his roomies - he went out on a treasure hunt. Not that he was interested in treasure, no. What he wanted was a new clue, a hint. This might bring him closer to solving the mystery of the mayor after all.

So he approached one of the secret gardens the mayor sure must have been talking about. There were hyacinthes, which didn’t surprise Conan at all. A wide array of colours was displayed there though. Perhaps the mayor was trying to breed new colours? That seemed to require a lot of effort. Toshi’s mayor was an odd one.

Finally, after a bit of thinking, Conan crouched down in the middle of the garden. He had brought along a - don’t laugh - kiddish shovel he bought earlier at a toy store. He digged and digged, and when he was growing tired of all the hard work he did with his tiny shota arms, he finally felt the tip of the toy hit something. Carefully, he pulled out the item to examine it. What was this?