[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 595: No Lesson Learned
Qianzhu declined, knowing that Vermouth and the others were also taking Bertrand out to play, and the places they were going to happened to be very close.
He doesn't want to act alone for the time being.
Besides, Bertrand alone is enough to generate a lot of emotional points, not to mention Vermouth, the woman who terrifies Ai Haibara.
and……
Qianzhu smiled slightly and gently stroked the black fur nestled in his arms.
However, this gentle expression only lasted for ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, his expression returned to calm. He calmly moved the little black cat away, got up, and left.
Only the black cat, still obediently lying on the sofa cushion, looked at his back and meowed in confusion.
On the way to the campsite, Bertrand leaned against the car for a while, and then slumped into Vermouth's arms.
As for the driver, it was Vodka, Gin's loyal henchman, while Gin sat in the passenger seat.
Don't ask why he's there; the answer is simply because Bertrand is there.
Of course, there was another car following behind, with Sect inside, who was studying that pile of EOEL drug data to the point that his brain was about to explode.
Upon hearing that Bertrand and his friends were going camping, he excitedly overturned his table, dropped his work, grabbed a bunch of things, and rushed over.
Even though there weren't enough seats in the car, he happily drove his own car and followed behind them.
Bertrand leaned halfway in Vermouth's arms, her legs dangling casually on the edge of the seat. Facing the car's atmosphere—which felt just as cool despite the lack of air conditioning—she casually tried to lighten the mood, saying, "Hey, Koto-chan, stop creating this coldness! It's still winter, you know~"
"And I found a treasure map in my closet before I came! We can go on an adventure, it won't be boring at all!"
The thought of having fun again made Bertrand twist into an earthworm with excitement.
Gin gave a heavy, cold snort.
Then Bertrand ignored him.
Upon arrival at their destination, everything was handed over to the large and obedient Vodka.
Gin, on the other hand, went inside the tent after it was set up.
As for Vermouth and Seeker, they went off with Bertrand to explore and search for treasure.
Bertrand pulled out the strangely old-looking map from his bag with a triumphant air, looked at it excitedly from left to right, and then calmly tossed it to Seeker, even patting him on the shoulder like an older brother, "Seker, I'm leaving the navigation to you. I believe you can do it!"
Seeker nodded repeatedly, moved, "I definitely will, thank you for your high regard, brother!"
Bertrand's goose burst into laughter.
Seeker looked at the map in his hand, and as he walked forward, he thoughtfully cleared away the weeds beside him, constantly reminding Bertrand behind him to be careful, without mentioning Vermouth at all.
Similarly, on the other side.
The Junior Detective League, who were originally gathering firewood, 'mysteriously' found a piece of paper that looked like a map. True to their adventurous spirit, they crossed it out and started over. They immediately determined that it was a treasure map, and ignoring Ai Haibara and Conan's objections, they embarked on their treasure hunt while chattering away.
"Hey, hey, hey! You haven't learned your lesson at all..." Conan, still holding dry branches, looked at the children who had already started to set off with his half-moon eyes, helplessly put down what he was holding, and followed them.