But the door had already been automatically closed.

"Hehehe..." After Conan realized he couldn't open it, he turned around and gave a bitter smile that was more like a grimace. "Can I refuse?"

What do you think?

Ai didn't answer directly, but her little hand slowly reached for her schoolbag.

Her movements were very slow, as if she were deliberately torturing Conan's nerves.

As she reached into her bag, Conan's eyes were glued to her movements, his heart pounding in his chest.

Suddenly, a syringe thicker than an arm was pulled out of the backpack.

"Are you... joking?"

When Conan saw the enormous syringe, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

So much blood, it could kill someone!

"Come on, it doesn't hurt. Let's finish this quickly so we can go to class."

Ai pulled the piston handle and walked towards Conan with a blank expression.

She needs to develop an antidote as soon as possible, otherwise she won't even be able to wear her beautiful cheongsam.

Drawing one's own blood is too painful, so Conan has to be sacrificed.

Besides, this is the fate that lab mice are meant to have.

"Haibara! Haibara-san! Haibara-neechan! Grandma!"

Conan's legs went weak as he watched Ai walk over, and he begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

Such a huge syringe! Does this guy think he's a pig?!

Even if you draw so much blood from a pig, it'll still turn into a dead pig!

Conan, who has never changed his expression even after visiting various crime scenes, suddenly realized for the first time that he might be, perhaps, possibly faint at the sight of blood!

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(Dear readers, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival with the utmost sincerity!)

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a beautiful holiday filled with warmth and family reunion.

The young author hopes everyone will be surrounded by happiness this Mid-Autumn Festival, with smiles as radiant as the moonlight!