At Conan's prompt, Natsumi Kousaka suddenly remembered what he had said earlier and teased him, "So, little guy, what do you think about this word puzzle?"
"..." With no clues at all, Conan had no idea yet.
He instinctively glanced at Jiang Xia.
A moment later, he suddenly realized he had been trying to take the easy way out by sneaking a look at the answer. Conan quickly withdrew his gaze and reflected on himself.
Of course, he couldn't just leave Natsumi Kousaka hanging.
"I need to think about it some more." Conan looked at Natsumi Kousaka and casually changed the subject. "Miss Natsumi, your eyes are really pretty. They're actually gray!"
Natsumi Kousaka innocently took the bait, and the topic shifted to her eyes. She blinked softly. "My grandmother and mother both have this eye color. Maybe we inherited it from my great-grandmother."
"That color really is unique." Mouri Ran sounded a little envious, then suddenly recalled something. "Oh, right, Miss Qinglan's eyes are gray too. Do people from China all have gray eyes? But Miss Natsumi isn't from China, and she has gray eyes too..."
The more she spoke, the more confused she became, unable to make sense of foreign eye colors.
Poushi Qinglan's hand tightened slightly around her cup. She smiled. "Perhaps our ancestors were mixed-race—we have a vast land and a very complicated history. All sorts of genes have been mixed in."
As she spoke, she noticed Jiang Xia looking at her and, for some reason, felt a little uneasy. If this Detective was truly so knowledgeable, perhaps he knew that gray eyes were extremely rare in China.
Poushi Qinglan: "..." Thinking about it carefully, though, her explanation had been reasonable enough. Who could guarantee that Chinese people had no gray eyes?
Still, to avoid exposing