Chapter 581 Tonight is very quiet

Bechfenger rolled his eyes gracefully. "No ordinary person would think of sleeping in a coffin."

X nodded in apparent agreement, “Because humans prefer to huddle together in a small jar.”

Behrfinger: "..."

What are you saying?

X casually tossed a ruby ​​to Behringer and then took out a notebook to look through it.

"I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow."

X closed the notebook in his hand, glanced at Behringer, got up, took his chair, and left through the window as before.

"Oh, goodbye, have a safe journey." Behefinger took a sip of hot cocoa, lowered his head, removed a gem from his wand, and then put the ruby ​​back in.

Looking at the wand, which seemed brand new, Behringer nodded with satisfaction. Then, looking up at the empty room, a question mark seemed to appear above her head. "Huh? Where is he? Why didn't he say goodbye?"

X, who has already gone quite a distance: ...

Behefinger shrugged, cleaned the cup with magic, washed up, then pounced on the bed, pulled the covers over himself, and instantly fell asleep.

But in the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly.

There were no lights in the room, so you could only vaguely see his pale face.

He clutched his chest with both hands, hunched over, and gasped for breath.

The room wasn't hot, it was even a bit cold, but a little sweat still seeped from his forehead.

Hidden in the dim darkness were muffled gasps and groans of pain, and what dripped down her cheeks onto the bedding was either sweat or tears.

The night is quiet, but many people are in a state of turmoil and find it hard to fall asleep.

Around 10 a.m. the next morning, Qianzhu and her group left the Nokron Hotel. Judging from their complexions, none of them seemed to have slept well.

Qianzhu, who was the focus of everyone's attention, was being supported by Liu Qingyao. He was wearing a mask, and his amber eyes, which were not clear, were instead filled with fatigue. Compared to the others, one could see that his skin was very pale, a sickly pale, bloodless, and so fragile that it seemed as if a cold wind could cut a hole in it.

"Is it because it's too cold here?" Ran Mouri looked at Chizuru with concern.

Qianzhu coughed twice, shook her head slightly, and said in a gentle voice with a hint of hoarseness, "I guess I'm just not used to it here..."

"Then let's hurry back. I've already booked the tickets." Kogoro Mouri, who was shivering from the cold, sneezed and said.

Before they got into the car and headed to the airport, Kawasato Maru, who hadn't been seen in a while, quietly appeared next to Kawasato Machi. Conan, who noticed him, knew that he had just gone to deal with the cell phone he had used last night.

After they got into the car, Behringer, wearing a rather thin trench coat and dragging a suitcase, came out of the hotel, yawning incessantly as he walked.

He wiped his slightly bloodshot eyes and put on a pair of sunglasses.

Just then, a car stopped on the side of the road, and the window was rolled down, revealing Bertrand's innocent face.

He stuffed the suitcase into the trunk, opened the car door, and got in.

After glancing at the radiant and energetic Bertrand, Behringer raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned again.

The silver-haired boy, who was fiddling with butterfly specimens, turned his head to look at him, then reached out and put his arm around his shoulder, letting him lean against him.