"That's right. But although we're treating you as an experimental subject, it's not entirely without benefits for you."
Shin spoke to Conan in a calm tone.
"If this medicine works and can turn you back, wouldn't that be a huge gain for you?" Shin said with a faint smile.
"What if it doesn't work?"
Conan's expression darkened, but he was somewhat tempted. He began analyzing the possibility behind Shin's words.
"If it doesn't work, then you can only blame your bad luck. Besides, you only got this life back by chance anyway. What's the harm in trying?"
The instant Conan opened his mouth, Shin flicked his finger, sending the capsule in his hand directly into Conan's mouth.
"Damn it." Conan glared furiously at Shin. He had actually swallowed the pill.
"Hyuga Shin, if I die, you definitely won't get away with it either!" Conan roared at Shin.
"Oh? Aren't you still alive? Talk to me after you die," Shin said indifferently.
Conan glared at Shin resentfully. Did this man really not care about life at all? Did he have no respect for it whatsoever?
Hyuga Shin might not care, but Conan had no choice but to care. This was his own life, after all.
Anyone would be afraid when facing death.
Even Conan, this god of death, was no exception. He felt that he might really die this time.
As for the antidote Shin had mentioned, Conan had never believed in it. He simply did not believe the other party could be so kind.
Even if there really was an antidote, there was no way Shin would give it to him.
Unfortunately, it was already too late to say anything. Conan had called the police, so if he really died, Hyuga Shin, the murderer, would not be able to escape