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 405 How did he know what she was thinking?

Chapter 405 How did he know what she was thinking?

Outside the small hotel.

Bertrand climbed into the car, glanced at the main characters across the street through the window, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

According to the protagonist's halo law, could they possibly meet in the same place?

After taking the milk with a straw already inserted from Bourbon, Bertrand swung his legs, took a sip of milk, and told the driver where he wanted to go.

As the car drove away, Ai Haibara, standing opposite, shuddered and grabbed Conan's shirt.

Conan glanced at her with a puzzled look, then looked up at the car's silhouette that had disappeared into the distance.

He pondered for a moment as he followed the others into the car.

As the car started, Ai Haibara unconsciously pulled her baseball cap down further, feeling increasingly uneasy.

Could they be going to the same place?

That shouldn't be possible, right?

The car drove for nearly three hours before finally stopping in a forest on the outskirts of town.

After they got out of the car, the driver opened the window and reminded them, "There have been frequent bear sightings in this area lately, so please be careful."

"We understand, thank you for reminding us!" Heiji Hattori and the others, who were standing outside the passenger seat, raised their hands to express their gratitude.

Conan walked to the edge of the forest, looked at the footprints on the ground that were clearly left not long ago, and turned to exchange a glance with Ai Haibara beside him.

Ai Haibara pursed her lips slightly.

"Alright! Let's go! We just need to wander around the outer edge of the forest," Hattori Heiji said, hands on his hips.

"Okay!" everyone responded and happily stepped into the forest.

Ten minutes before they arrived.

The three, Bertrand and his companions, who had arrived earlier, walked silently into the forest.

Bertrand pulled a map out of his bag, looked at it from left to right... looking like he didn't understand it at all.

"You didn't understand, did you?" Bourbon looked at him, somewhat speechless.

Bertrand chuckled and shoved the map into his hand. "Then this arduous task is yours!"

Then she yawned and instinctively took his other hand.

Berry followed behind them, her eyes alertly scanning her surroundings in case any danger suddenly appeared.

After resting for a while at noon, they continued towards the Sunset Pavilion.

Berry took a slight breath and thought to herself with a puzzled expression: Why not just use a helicopter?

Just as she finished thinking, Bertrand suddenly turned around and glanced at her, a somewhat strange smile appearing on his face, but in an instant it was no different from his usual innocent and radiant expression.

He wrapped his arms around Bourbon's and chuckled as he asked, "Bourbon, do you know why we don't use a helicopter?"

Before the other person could speak, he happily raised his chin slightly, "Of course it's because it can't be used, a helicopter would be too obvious~"

Bourbon was focused on getting to the Sunset Mansion as soon as possible and paid little attention to his seemingly lighthearted remarks.

Instead, Berry behind him had her pupils shrink in shock, and her heart trembled slightly.

How did he know what she was thinking?

Although it was a long time ago, Berry immediately thought of the butterfly when she was sent to take care of a man named Numabuchi Kiichiro.

Berry looked up slightly and saw that the well-behaved-looking boy was looking back at her with a half-smile on his face.

Combined with his cute appearance, he has a kind of creepy doll vibe.