It's Reasonable to Have More Fake Identities in the Conan World, Right?

[Fake Identities + No CP + Pure Gray + Clones + Original Organization + Frail Buff + Doesn't follow original cases but follows the main plot]

A well-known piano composer from Blue Star...

Chapter 158 You better get over here right now!

Chapter 158 You better get over here right now!

When Bertrand woke up, he was momentarily confused by the pure white ceiling and the people in white coats surrounding him, but then he sat up abruptly.

Ignoring the medical team's attempts to stop her, and disregarding the IV still in her hand, she rolled over and ran to a corner, looking at them warily, "What are you doing!?"

Hey! It's time for Xiao Bai to show off his acting skills!

Bertrand's inner thoughts: Feeling great.JPG

The members paused for a moment, then lowered their voices and tried to sound gentle, "Lord Bertrand, that gentleman asked us to give you a physical examination, not to do anything to you."

"I don't believe it." Bertrand glared at them fiercely, glanced at the cat-shaped handbag still on the hospital bed with dried bloodstains, quickly ran over, hugged it, and then ran back to the corner.

Then, with lightning speed, he pulled out a few butterflies and threw them at them.

The members: !!! Help!! Oh my god!!

Several loud explosions rang out, shocking everyone in the organization's hospital.

Secott, who was initially curious about the sound of the explosion, suddenly realized that the explosion occurred in Bertrand's observation room.

!!

Don't cause me any trouble, okay?!

Seeker sprinted towards the observation room, then saw the members he had called over at the door—whether they were killed or knocked unconscious—and fell silent, adjusting his slightly slipping frameless glasses.

Wiping away the thick smoke billowing from the observation room, Seeker squinted and walked inside.

Looking at the hospital bed that had been blown to smithereens, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly scanned the area outside the blast radius and finally spotted a baby-faced boy standing in the corner.

Sekter breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to walk over, he noticed that the other person's expression was strange.

The silver-haired, green-eyed boy's head drooped slightly, his doll-like face expressionless. His once bright eyes were now dark and stagnant, like still water in a deep well. Even his soft, smooth silver hair had dimmed. His cold gaze was fixed on Seekert, like a silver wolf cub with extremely strong attack power and a bloodthirsty nature.

Not long had passed since he fainted, so he was still wearing the khaki T-shirt stained with blood, and carrying the fluffy cat-head bag in his right hand.

The circuit was broken due to the explosion, so the observation room was dark and even filled with a choking black fog.

He stood in the darkness, as if he had become one with the blackness.

Those specks of dark red blood resembled a red flower that had bloomed to its fullest extent and was about to decay and rot.

Seeker's expression darkened slightly.

Bertrand's situation was extremely precarious, and he couldn't make decisions on his own, so he blindly sent a text message to Gin with his hand in his pocket.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Finally, the boy gently raised his tightly clenched left hand, a trail of blood still dripping from the back of his hand.

A blue butterfly, emitting a faint glow and easily attracting attention in the dim light, fluttered its wings on his hand and then floated lightly toward Seekert.

Sekter's pupils contracted slightly, but he didn't move. Instead, he spoke softly to Bertrand, "Little Bertrand?"

Bertrand's eyes darkened further, but he still looked at him with a cold gaze.

A blue butterfly landed on the top of his head.

Although the area that touched him was small, Seeker felt a cold sensation.

He remained outwardly unmoved, still looking at Bertrand with some concern, but inwardly he was screaming.

Gin!! You better get over here right now!!!

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"I feel so awful, everyone! I'm not feeling well and I didn't get more than two hours of sleep last night... Ugh, so sleepy, so tired..."

"The urge to run away intensifies.JPG"

"Or, could you just abandon the story? That way I can just run away without any problem."

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