He had even taken off his Stun-Gun Wristwatch before bed and placed it beside his pillow.
Conan was filled with bitter regret. If I'd known this would happen, I should've welded both those things to my body before going to sleep... Speaking of which, who exactly is this attacker who broke into my house in the middle of the night?!
He looked over, unable to hide his shock, then was astonished to discover that the person who had come in was actually Haibara Ai.
Even more astonishing was that this Organization traitor was holding a handgun in her hand. The gun gleamed darkly with a heavy weight, its muzzle cold as it was pressed hard against his forehead.
"...Haibara?" For a moment, Conan suspected he was dreaming and hadn't woken up yet. In his eyes, this fellow sufferer was his most steadfast ally, his greatest hope of turning back into a high school student. But now... how had she turned her head and become a villain reeking of the Organization from head to toe?
"I'm truly sorry." There was a strange trace of restraint in Haibara Ai's eyes. She closed them briefly, as if calming her emotions, then revealed a sad yet vicious cold snort. "Although I always felt I was different from the others in the Organization, now it seems someone like me, who grew up in the Organization, really does have the same pitch-black blood flowing through her veins as they do."
Conan froze. He pinched himself hard, trying to wake up from this bizarre nightmare, but failed—the sharp pain reminded him that this was not a dream, but true reality.
...But how was this reality even more inexplicable than a dream?
"What is all this nonsense?" Conan stared blankly at Haibara Ai. "Why are you in my