Vermouth Drugged Miwako!

Conan was furious. He had wanted to see how far the case had progressed, but there were no clues at all.

"Why did such a huge case suddenly happen? So many people were killed all at once. Could it be connected to the Black Organization?" Conan kept thinking about it.

This matter had been on his mind for days. He did not know whether it was related to that organization, but if it was, perhaps he could use the opportunity to learn more about them.

He still did not know much about the organization, so if the two sides truly came into conflict, he would be at a severe disadvantage.

"One day, I'll get to the bottom of this organization, and I'll get that drug back too." Conan clenched his fists.

If he could really retrieve the drug that had shrunk him, he could give it to Professor Agasa. Once it was examined, he would surely obtain an antidote.

Although he did not know whether this plan could be carried out, there was at least a sliver of hope.

Ran had recently seemed especially close to Hyuga Matsuba, which made Conan deeply dissatisfied.

As soon as he thought of that, Conan seemed to remember something. Could this matter have something to do with that guy?

Although he did have some issues with the man, the truth was that he seemed to have quite a few secrets. He had once held a wooden sword and killed someone in a blur too fast for the eye to follow. He could even alter other people's memories at will.

No matter how Conan thought about it, he could not understand how that man could alter other people's memories. Perhaps he had used some kind of hypnosis.

Conan shook his head. It seemed those police