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In an instant, a queue of Anonymous Organization figures swayed through Conan's mind, each holding things like Anesthetic Needles, Sleeping Pills, Ether... Among them, the most conspicuous was the little boy who always wrapped himself in a Scarf. He looked and dressed so well-behaved, yet maliciously enjoyed stabbing people with needles.

Conan remembered that child calling himself "Tanaka Shiro." A surname like "Tanaka," which often appeared in textbook example sentences, was probably fake. "Shiro," on the other hand, might have been real... Come to think of it, the entire Anonymous Organization seemed to love drugging people. Even Haibara Ai, who had merely come into contact with them, had developed a habit of carrying Anesthetic Needles around. Conan had once accidentally seen Haibara Ai wiping a syringe alone when no one was around, her movements gentle, with a faintly strange sense of happiness flickering in her eyes—like she felt secure after joining a powerful group. So this time... who was drugging him?

With the last of his thoughts, Conan instinctively began deducing. Judging by the person's height, he first ruled out Xiao Bai. Besides, the hand covering his mouth was clearly not a child's hand. It was a woman's hand, pale, slender, and soft.

A dark ornament across from him reflected a faint gleam. As Conan struggled, his gaze accidentally swept across it, and he vaguely caught sight of a familiar long dress... Sonoko?!

Conan was stunned at first, then immediately realized: No, no matter how he thought about it, Sonoko couldn't possibly have joined the Anonymous Organization. Even he had been ruthlessly rejected when he wanted to join. How could she possibly... No, no, that wasn't the point.

The point was that this was a fake Suzuki Sonoko. Someone else had disguised herself as her.

Conan had only met a