The Secret of the Russian Nesting Doll

"I don't know where my dad got it from!" Cui Lizhu said. "We were still staying in Golden City back then. One day, my dad brought some goods back with him.

"One of which was a particularly beautiful Russian nesting doll."

"I liked it so much back then, and often played with it!" Cui Lizhu said. She then proceeded to say with less certainty, "I think… the masked person must have been asking about the nesting doll!"

"Well, that's possible…" Li Jing said as she nudged Zhao Yu. "Look, the mouth shapes when pronouncing 'tama' and 'taowa' are similar, just that one requires rolling of the tongue, and the other doesn't. Besides, the visibility wasn't great, so it's possible that you misinterpreted it as 'tama'. It's impossible to read lips perfectly!"

"No wonder you're a crazy detective! The first thing that came to your mind was an expletive!" quipped Xiao Hang, directing his remark toward Zhao Yu.

"Go to h*ll!" Zhao Yu responded ungraciously.