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Rain lashed against the windows of Professor Agasa's lab as Haibara pored over an advanced chemistry text. Conan's sudden entrance broke the quiet, his report urgent: the Star of the East diamond had been stolen, and there were traces pointing back to the Organization. Haibara closed the book with a cool, unhurried motion, her voice flat as she questioned why she should involve herself. But when he outlined the connection, her eyes narrowed slightly. She stood, shrugging into her jacket with a sense of grim purpose. Inside the hotel, amidst the chaos and Kogoro's oblivious snoring, Haibara's attention was caught by a faint, chemical scent clinging to the air near the emptied safe. She drew a small glass vial from her pocket to capture a sample, her murmur lost under the storm's noise: thi…