This time, the reply comes back prompt, within a few hours.
The transmission comes back to your glasses; the location of the bird seems to have landed smack in the middle of Town Hall, which doesn’t seem too inconspicuous, seeing that he is the mayor. The sounds you hear consist of scuffling and sounds of paper and writing. No voices, really, just miscellaneous audio.
The transmission cuts off briefly after you the letter comes back to you, however. It seems the mayor found it and disposed of it, or something like.
Shinichi-chan,
Unearth me if you can.
In fact, please make this fun for the both of us! I will be anticipating your next move!
A gift for my darling detective boy:
Enclosed is a ridiculously large signature. It takes up most of the page, actually. Looks like the Mayor got bored. Next time maybe a pie coupon at least would be good.
Various doves are scattered around the city, but the one that brought the message flew away before you could catch it.
Surely, Conan never expected a reply this quick. He took the letter from the dove with care. It was too bad that the transmitter plan didn’t work this time, but maybe a next time. Perhaps he should visit Town Hall? The bird did make a stop there. Nah. Not today.
Upon opening the letter, Conan twitched as his eyes fell on the first few words. “Shinichi-chan”. God. No. What a nerve. For some reason there was a signature at the bottom too, bigger than necessary. Well to be fair, Conan did ask for one.
What the hell though, the mayor was just being a dick. No way he was sending him pie now. Wow.
Moving on though, there was a thing about this letter, that bugged him. The middle part, to be more precise:
Unearth me if you can.
In fact, please make this fun for the both of us! I will be anticipating your next move!
A challenge? From the mayor? That actually proved to be interesting. A smirk appeared on the young boy’s face as he carefully put the letter into his pocket. Conan would gladly accept it.
He was going to carefully analyze the mayor’s handwriting, before continuing the rest of his investigation. For now, a reply wasn’t needed. He would just wait until he heard of the mayor again.
Until next time, Mr. Mayor. We’ll see who will win this game of wits.
