Chapter 622 A Beautiful Day Begins with Teasing Conan

Gin tightened his grip on the cigarette slightly, and his tone turned colder, "Why didn't you say something like this sooner?"

"Huh?" Bertrand squinted sleepily, his voice so muffled that his words almost stuck together. "Shouldn't Vodka be reporting things to you in real time about this?"

Gin clicked his tongue in annoyance, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his toe, returned to the car, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine.

Seeing this, Bertrand yawned, leaned back on the back seat, closed his eyes, and before falling asleep, he didn't forget to call out to Gin, "Gin-chan, remember to wake me up when we get there."

He fell asleep instantly after saying that.

Near Kenbashi Station in Tokyo.

In his sleep, Bertrand felt as if he had been lifted up and shaken.

He opened his eyes a crack, yawned, rubbed them, and even stretched like a fish, showing how ingrained he was of such habit.

Seeing that he was awake, Gin quickly put him on the ground.

Bertrand yawned again, hovering behind Gin like a ghost.

Although this is an interesting plot point, I really want to sleep when I'm tired.

Bertrand held a cat-shaped bag without a shoulder strap in his arms and went over the original plot in his mind.

When they arrived at the basement, Vodka had already retrieved the system software from the metal cabinet.

Gin glanced at the cigarette butt he had carelessly tossed on the ground, and at the gloves he had taken off to remove the tape holding the tape together. His eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a pistol and pressed it against the back of Vodka's head.

Bertrand yawned, smacked his lips, and stared at them with sleepy eyes.

As Gin opened the tape, took out the transmitter Conan had placed inside, threw it on the ground and crushed it, he sensed from the residual body heat on the tape that the guy who brought the tape was still hiding nearby.

Bertrand's eyes lit up instantly. He slowed his pace and followed Gin closely, watching them check if anyone was hiding behind the metal cabinet.

However, they did not find anyone else at the scene.

Gin sensed something was wrong and immediately opened the metal cabinet to check. However, when he was about to open the cabinet where Conan was, he inexplicably stopped himself and closed the cabinet door again.

This was as if it gave Conan some fresh air.

As Gin walked away, Bertrand remained standing there, staring intently at the metal cabinet door numbered 0219.

A silent, excited smile curved his lips as he slowly reached out and opened the door.

Conan, who had thought Vodka and Gin were about to leave, had his pupils constrict again, and his heart was pounding with tension.

But clearly, this time they weren't as lucky as before.

Because the one who opened the door this time already knew that his body had shrunk so much that he could easily hide inside this kind of closet—

Bertrandish.

Conan, panting, stared wide-eyed at the boy crouching outside the cabinet, flashing him a bright smile, his mind reeling with the thought that he was doomed.

What are you still doing there?

Gin's voice suddenly came through.

Bertrand's smile widened as he took a gun-like object out of his cat-shaped bag and chuckled as he answered Gin, "Hey, Gin-chan, sometimes if you're a little more vigilant and open all the cabinets, you might find a surprise."

"What?"

Gin's deep voice held a hint of doubt, and at the same time, his footsteps came from this direction again.

Seeing that Bertrand pointed his gun at him, Conan had no idea how to escape from the clutches of the three organization members.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots rang out in succession.

Bertrand stood up and kicked the cabinet door back open, blowing a breath into the muzzle of the gun as he did so.

Although it's a cool pose, it's only 80% cute no matter how you look at it.

When Gin walked back, he saw him trying to show off. Ignoring that, Gin looked at the metal cabinet in front of him and asked, "What?"

Bertrand put the pistol back in his bag, then pointed at himself and asked Gin, "Hey, Gin, do you think I could squeeze into this closet?"

Gin glanced at the blood-red liquid overflowing from the metal cabinet numbered 0219, then completely ignored the topic. "Now that it's resolved, let's get out of here quickly."

"Oh," Bertrand responded verbally, but then lowered his head and began rummaging through his bag. "You go back to the car and wait for me. I want to leave a little surprise for the person who found the body."

He let out a strange, wicked laugh.

Gin remained silent for a moment, then walked away without saying anything.

After confirming that he had left, Bertrand opened the cabinet door again, squatted down and looked at Conan, who was completely unconscious but still breathing. A trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

While taking things out of her bag and fiddling with them next to Conan, she muttered to herself, "If you weren't still alive, I'd really like to try and break the plot right here. I wonder if that would drive one of my consciousnesses crazy~"

After finishing, he casually wiped away the spilled red liquid and slammed the cabinet door shut with a loud bang.

Patlancie patted off imaginary dust from his hands, humming a cheerful tune as he skipped away.

"A wonderful day starts with teasing Conan~"

After climbing back into the car and closing the door, Bertrand's drowsiness temporarily vanished. He then grabbed the front seat and stuck his head forward. "Alright! Qin-chan, let's go!"

After daybreak, the cabinet where Conan had hidden was suddenly opened again.

Ai Haibara, who had found this place using the backup tracking glasses, immediately constricted her pupils upon seeing the scene before her.

Conan was covered in blood, and it was unclear whether he was dead or alive.

"Hey! Kudo! Wake up! Wake up now!"

Ignoring the 'blood' on his body, Ai Haibara shook his shoulder, her voice rapid and anxious.

"What's wrong, little sister? Have you found your friend?" a worker asked as he appeared, but upon seeing the dried liquid that resembled blood in front of the cabinet, his pupils contracted in shock. "What... what happened?"

Conan woke up from the shaking and saw Ai Haibara looking anxious. A look of confusion flashed across Conan's face. "Ai... Haibara? What are you doing here?"

"you……"

Seeing that he seemed completely unaffected, Ai Haibara was taken aback for a moment, but at least she felt relieved.

She turned to look at the worker who had brought her there. "It's nothing. It was just my friend hiding there to play a prank on me."

"Oh, I see. It's good that you're alright. You should leave here quickly, otherwise you'll interfere with our work."

"good."