At that thought, Haibara Ai had no choice but to take this seriously. She adjusted her lazy posture and put on a slightly surprised expression. "What do they need you to make an antidote for?"
Hearing the question, Conan calmed down a little. "I don't know either... But no matter what, this is a good opportunity. Don't you want to return to your original body?"
Haibara Ai: "..." She really didn't want that badly. After all, her original appearance could draw the Organization's pursuit at any time. Compared to that, being a child was better. Her small body didn't stop her from using a keyboard, and it even gave her more energy when she stayed up late.
But there was no need to tell Conan any of that. He wouldn't listen anyway. Haibara Ai thought for a moment, then nodded. "I'll do my best. But the chances of success aren't high, so prepare yourself."
When Conan heard her agree, he breathed a sigh of relief. Life suddenly seemed full of hope.
He took out the capsule, unscrewed it, and very reluctantly shook out a tiny bit of powder before handing it to Haibara Ai. Then he tightly sealed the remaining capsule and carefully put it away. "I'll leave the antidote to you!"
Haibara Ai stared at the minuscule amount of powder, so little it was practically invisible unless one looked closely. "..." Earlier, she had been wondering how to pretend she couldn't develop an antidote. Now, it seemed there was no need to pretend—given such a tiny sample, wasn't it perfectly normal that she couldn't do anything with it?
At that thought, Haibara Ai's gaze shifted to the capsule still in Conan's hand.
In her view, it was far too dangerous to leave something like that with Conan. The Organization