Chapter 16 Young people these days have really unique hobbies!

Seeing Vodka's excited, speechless reaction, Bertrand's eyes crinkled into a smile. "Since Vodka accepted my gift, you have to do me a favor, okay?"

Upon hearing his words, Vodka's smile instantly froze on his face. He glanced at the boy next to him who was smiling like a cunning little fox, and then at the autographed photos, posters, and albums of the new idol Aso Yuno in his hands. He couldn't help but fall into a deep dilemma.

Bertrand raised an eyebrow and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, it's very simple."

Vodka took a deep breath, made up his mind, and put the things away. "Okay! Tell me, what do you need me to do for you?"

Bertrand grinned and whispered something in his ear.

After hearing what he said, Vodka looked at him with doubt, "Are you really going to do this?"

"Hmm, I'm rooting for you~" Bertrand nodded with a smile.

Vodka took a deep breath. "Okay, I got it."

Watching him leave, intending to hide the things first, Bertrand picked up the documents on the table, his light green eyes flickering slightly.

It seems this major case, which has changed Conan's crime-solving style, is going to be solved by Butterfly.

After putting the documents away, Bertrand stood up, stretched, greeted Chianti and Cohen, who were on the other side of the room, and then left the safe house.

Stepping out of the safe house, Bertrand walked aimlessly onto the street, instinctively reaching into his bag to grab some lemon candy, but his hand only touched thin air.

"......"

He glanced up at the gloomy sky, and inexplicably felt a little irritated. He raised his hand and scratched his short hair, quickening his pace.

Arriving at his private safe house, Bertrand curled up on the sofa, clutching a plush cat in his arms. His light green eyes had lost their luster, staring blankly into a corner, radiating an aura of loneliness.

01 on his shoulder was heartbroken and was about to speak when Bertrand, curled up in the corner of the sofa, spoke up first in a muffled voice, "It's too boring, let's take the Bechfengra out for a spin."

01: ......

Host, won't you develop a split personality from having one main body and two clones all at once?

Bertrand didn't care what he was thinking and immediately used his clone technique to create a clone of Behefinger.

Mihana General Hospital.

A blue-haired boy suddenly appeared in the men's restroom.

Behrfinger: "..."

What's going on? Is this how you use teleportation?!

He paused for a moment, put away his wand, walked out of the cubicle, washed his hands at the sink, dried them, and then tidied his short blue hair. Ignoring the curious gazes of those around him looking at his blue hair, his wet, deep purple eyes stared at the braids by his ear through the mirror for a few seconds before unraveling them and re-braiding them.

Looking at the neatly braided hair, Behringer nodded in satisfaction. He then straightened his grayish-blue sweater and dark gray mid-length cloak before walking out of the restroom with a contented expression.

However, not long after he stepped out of the restroom, he saw the three Mori men and a middle-aged man standing in the hospital lobby.

Behrfinger: ......

Ignoring them, Behfinger walked past them nonchalantly.

But his blue hair was just too eye-catching.

Even though he was just passing by, Mori and the others couldn't help but focus their attention on him for a few seconds.

"Young people these days have really unique tastes... they're even dyeing their hair blue," Kogoro Mouri muttered to himself without any ill intent.