Now that she had taken the drug she had secretly hidden away, there was over a ninety-nine percent chance that she would die from her own medicine. That had been the death she had planned for herself from the start.
But now, there seemed to be less than a one percent chance that, like that white mouse—or perhaps Shinichi Kudo as well—she would revert to her childhood form.
"What an absurdly low probability..." she muttered to herself as she took out the capsule and held it by her lips, seemingly hesitating over whether to swallow it now.
But at that moment, she suddenly sensed some movement coming from the garbage chute nearby.
The capsule had practically entered her mouth, but after sensing the disturbance around her, she instinctively hid it away again.
Her eyes were fixed tightly on the garbage chute.
Yet no more sounds came from it for a long while, and she was beginning to think she had imagined it.
However, just as she was about to take the drug again, a child of about five or six suddenly poked his head out of the garbage chute in a rather bedraggled state.
When he saw Miyano Shiho handcuffed nearby, the child's face seemed equally full of shock.
After quite a while, the five- or six-year-old boy finally forced out a sentence.
"Are you Miyano Shiho?"
The person who had crawled out of the garbage chute was naturally Conan.
Neither Kaito Kid nor Jiang Hang could shrink their bodies down to the size of a six-year-old child.
According to Jiang Hang's original plan, Conan only needed to stay outside the research institute and provide support. When the time came, Jiang Hang would work with Kid: one assassin and one phantom thief. Jiang Hang would charge in head-on and draw