Chapter 466 Let him go, the child is still young

The member who was driving felt a chill run down his spine. Listening to the little madman's words, he felt as if someone was watching him from behind.

Bertrand sat behind the driver's seat. In the box he was holding, a head that had been cleanly severed from the neck was neatly placed inside. The wide, bulging eyes were staring straight ahead—at the driver's seat.

On a small island, several days later, a neighbor called the police after a strange smell came from the house. When the police arrived at the scene, they found a headless female corpse sitting at the dining table, dressed neatly. On the table were rotting food that, along with the corpse, emitted a foul odor.

No signs of forced entry were found inside the house, and after a long time, the police finally classified the case as a cold case.

Back at Safe House No. 3, Bertrand happily carried the box back inside.

Looking at the box in his hand, Vermouth raised an eyebrow, unable to contain her curiosity, "Sweetheart, what's in this box?"

Bertrand leaned closer to her, placed the box on the coffee table, then opened the lid of the cardboard box and cheerfully replied, "It's the boss!"

"Oh, so it's the head."

"...Huh? It's...the head!?"

Vermouth's smile froze as she leaned forward to look into the box. She glanced at the black head sealed inside the glass.

Her lips twitched slightly, and she leaned back on the sofa in a defiant manner, rubbing her forehead with one hand in exasperation.

Her sweetheart is wonderful in every way, except for her particular fondness for turning humans into specimens and dolls.

She must have been corrupted by that perverted Asti!

Blue-haired guy working at Dos Coffee Shop: Ah-choo!

Who insulted him?

"Oh? Do you have a cold?" Morita Yumeko, who was standing next to him, asked with concern.

"No, it's just my nose reminding me that autumn is here and I should wear more clothes as it gets colder," Behringer replied with a smile.

Yumeko Morita paused for a moment, then covered her lips with her fingers and laughed, "So that's how it is, how interesting~"

Asa, standing to the side: "..."

He coughed lightly, then turned around and stroked the cobra's head, speaking in a low voice that they could hear, "Autumn is coming soon, Benshan, are you preparing to hibernate?"

Behringer leaned over, grabbed the tip of Benshan's tail, and asked curiously, "Is Benshan looking for a place to hibernate? How's it in the oven? It's quite warm in there."

Motosugi:……

Who was so kind as to put a snake in the oven to hibernate?

Besides, it doesn't need to hibernate.

...

Seeing Bertrand take out his head and examine it closely, Vermouth couldn't help but cover her eyes and shut her microphone.

There's nothing we can do, let it be, the child is still young.

She then moved her hand away, opened her eyes, and upon seeing Gin across from her, she couldn't help but glare at him accusingly.

How do you even raise a child?!

Gin lowered his head, wiping his beloved Beretta in his hands.

"Sister, sister, what color do you think suits this face?" Bertrand held the head in her hands, her bright eyes looking at Vermouth expectantly.

Vermouth's attention was instantly drawn to it.

She glanced at the head, which possessed a strange beauty born from its terrified expression, pondered for a moment, and said, "Purple is quite nice, though."

"Yes! I think so too!" Bertrand's eyes brightened even more, and a blush of excitement crept onto his cheeks.