But now that it had happened, whether they worried about Jiang Xia or Scorpion, it seemed pointless—they first had to escape from underground before they could do anything about it.
Following Inspector Shiratori's directions, the group searched for the fork in the path and carefully made their way forward.
Although this did not seem like a good time to chat, what had just happened was too shocking for them not to discuss.
"Miss Qinglan is actually that infamous 'Scorpion'? She doesn't look like it at all." Natsumi Kousaka had just begun to feel a connection with her. They were the same age, their birthdays only two days apart, and even their eyes looked remarkably alike—she rarely saw people with gray eyes.
But Poushi Qinglan had suddenly become a vicious criminal who had just killed someone. Natsumi could hardly believe it. "How did things end up like this...?"
"Don't just say you were fooled. I've seen plenty in my life, and I got it wrong too." The art dealer consoled the beautiful young woman. "She disguised herself too well. Who could have guessed that a Great Thief who only stole Romanov Dynasty treasures would turn out to be Chinese?"
"No, she's actually Russian," Conan interrupted.
"Russian?"
The others were initially stunned, but when they looked toward the speaker, their gazes turned doubtful—because it was an elementary school student.
Conan had been stroking his chin as he organized his thoughts.
Suddenly finding countless eyes fixed on him, he was about to explain his deduction when he remembered how he had nearly blurted out his birthday during a casual chat aboard the ship.
"..." Conan's gaze paused on Mouri Ran's delicate little hand, and a cold sweat broke out across his back.
A moment later, he expertly squeezed out a childlike voice and