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 404 Except for a certain kitten juice

Chapter 404 Except for a certain kitten juice

Looking up at the huge neon sign across the street, Bertrand said with a grin.

"So there are more than just the three of us on this mission?"

While quietly asking questions, Bourbon swiftly grabbed the silver-haired boy who was about to dash far away.

"No, that wasn't the case back then. That place was so far away and so well hidden, of course someone had to find it beforehand." Bertrand, whose collar had been grabbed, shrugged indifferently.

Loosening his collar, and considering the fact that he hadn't been able to contact Behringer for the past few days, Amuro Tooru inexplicably felt that the member sent to find the mission location was Behringer...

A slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a sense of worry arose in his heart.

I hope I wasn't in any life-threatening danger.

The blue-haired man being talked about was walking down the dark corridor with a ball of dark blue flame in his hand, making noises that could be heard from more than a dozen people.

"What kind of design and construction is this? Why is the toilet so far from the room? Just because I chose the guest room? This is so rude to guests! Even though I sneaked in, the owner of this villa is nowhere to be found!"

Behffinger kept babbling and complaining, so much so that the little creatures in the shadows didn't dare to move.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a large, hairy spider that was bigger than his palm.

So, ten eyes stared at each other.

With a half-moon-shaped eye, Behringer calmly reached out and pulled the large, furry black spider off its web. "Building a nest on someone else's doorstep is a bad thing to do."

Then, with a whoosh, he flung the large spider into a corner of the corridor wall, leaving it to keep company with another large spider.

On his way back to his room, Behringer yawned, then took out his vibrating phone and glanced at it. It was Amuro Tooru calling.

Behrfinger raised an eyebrow slightly and pressed the answer button. "Tou-chan? What's up?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if to confirm that his tone was appropriate. "Are you deep in the mountains right now?"

“Yes, how did you know?” Behringer asked, feigning confusion.

The person on the other end sighed softly, "You weren't in any danger, were you?"

Hearing this, Behringer smiled and said, "Not at all, you're worrying too much."

Amuro Tooru breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask more questions when he heard a loud noise from the phone, followed by Behringer's gasp.

"Behrfinger!?" He shouted into the phone several times, but received no response. He glanced at his phone and realized the call had been disconnected.

He unconsciously tightened his grip on his phone, his brow furrowing with worry.

Bechfenger's side.

He stared wide-eyed at the large vase next to him, which had been knocked over by a mouse and smashed on the ground, and couldn't help but gasp slightly. "Wow, this vase looks really expensive."

He shrugged, intending to continue his long phone conversation with Touko, but then realized his phone had lost signal.

Behrfinger: "..."

"Never mind." He shook his head, casually brushed the broken pieces aside with his foot, and went back to his room.

A mouse darted by and accidentally scratched a piece of debris.

The next morning, both Bourbon and his two companions and Conan and his group had breakfast, changed clothes, and prepared to go out. They were all dressed in sportswear that allowed them to move around easily.

Except for a certain kitten juice.