"Then this porcelain vase is..."
Looking at the porcelain vase lying on the floor, Geng Jing explained unhurriedly: "I knocked it over just now. My vision is a bit unclear without my glasses."
The faces before him were blurry. Geng Jing frowned in an attempt to see them clearly. For a brief moment his field of vision cleared, and Conan realized the problem was the missing monocle.
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