Ura Shiran absentmindedly paid no real attention to the people at the table discussing the Egg of Memories. Whether Conan pointed out that the torn pages had not come from the same sheet of paper or discovered a lens hidden beneath them when he touched it, her reactions remained utterly flat. Clearly, her mind was nowhere near the matter at hand.
She had been subtly watching Tang Ze all along—or, more precisely, his right eye.
The lens discovered by the police and detectives was not only shattered, but also bore signs of having suffered an enormous impact. As a professional sharpshooter, she could state with absolute confidence that the force which had punched through the center of the lens and left such a huge hole in the glass had definitely come from a bullet.
That lens had been practically pressed against someone's face, so close to the eyeball.
When it shattered, even if its wearer had been incredibly lucky and avoided the bullet's lethal force, the flying shards alone would have been enough to leave someone in terrible shape.
Yet Tang Ze's face was so smooth and flawless. Forget wounds—there was not even the slightest scratch. No matter how she looked at it, his skin appeared perfectly natural, nothing like someone who had concealed an injury with cosmetic tricks...
"...Oh! So maybe your great-grandfather didn't make just one Egg of Memories, but two eggs!"
While the room lights went out and everyone's attention scattered, Ura Shiran continued watching Tang Ze's movements. Then Mori Kogoro slapped his palm and said in sudden realization, "The designs of these two eggs are actually quite different. The reason the Egg of Memories has no gemstones may be that, after your great-grandfather fled back to Japan with it, he sold the gems from the egg