Chapter 628 Choosing a Game

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As Bertrand thought, with Conan by her side, Vermouth wouldn't travel with them.

With his hands outstretched and a helpless shake of his head, Bertrand removed his mask and took out his phone to dial a number.

After the other party answered, he said one sentence and hung up immediately, "Take Judy to Seeker's."

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Inside Seekert's laboratory.

When Judy woke up, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar place.

Furthermore, her hands, feet, waist, and neck were all fixed to the table with steel rings, and she could only barely twist her neck to observe the current environment.

She turned her head slightly and saw two figures, one in black and one in white, talking at the doorway.

The white figure was wearing a white lab coat and a mask, and looked like someone conducting an experiment.

The person opposite him was completely covered in black, with a long cloak that reached almost to his ankles, and his face was also covered by a wide hood.

It seems that the person in the black cloak brought her here.

Judy gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly.

I don't know what they said, but after the conversation ended, the cloaked man walked towards her step by step, and finally stood next to her, looking her up and down with cold eyes.

Judy's pupils suddenly contracted.

Following his lowered head, she could see the color of his hair, which was also hanging down beneath his hood, and his faintly visible purple pupils.

Although he was wearing a mask.

But Judy still recognized him—

Behefinger!?

How could this be!

"So, why did you bring this person here, Xiaobai-chan? I thought it was for me to do experiments, but then you told me not to move."

Seeker walked over and started grumbling at Asti with a hint of complaint.

"I don't know," Asti replied in a cold, stiff tone, as she rummaged through her cloak.

Sekter paused for a moment, then sighed and turned back to his research, muttering to himself, "There's really no point in communicating with a robot."

Don't be fooled by how he and Asti seemed to be having a great and engaging conversation. In reality, he was the one doing all the talking, and Asti's responses were always "I don't know, I don't know."

Seeker fiddled with the beaker in his hand, letting out another sigh.

Being a researcher is tough.

Was he going to stay cooped up in this tiny laboratory until he died?

Let's do it! Let's go have some fun.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at Asti, but his body blocked his view of what he was doing.

But he still called out to Asti, "Remember to turn off the lights when you leave!"

Then he left the experimental base in a relaxed manner.

At that moment, Asti was taking out a vial of medicine and a syringe.

He poured the medicine into a syringe and gave Judy an injection.

Judy suddenly felt dizzy. She stared at Asti, as if she wanted to ask him a question, but the effects of the drug didn't give her time.

After seeing her fall unconscious again, Asti turned and left.

Of course, he didn't forget to turn off the light for Seeker.

The next morning.

A Li's house.

Chizuru sat on the sofa, looking at Conan and Ai Haibara with a gentle smile. "Conan, I heard that you were kidnapped last night?"

Conan suddenly snapped to attention, raised his hands and waved them, chuckling awkwardly, "Ahahaha, well, about this matter, do you want me to explain?"

"How do you want to explain this?" Qianzhu seemed genuinely curious.

Conan was speechless for a moment.

"If your plan is truly foolproof, then you shouldn't have been able to use your tranquilizer gun to tranquilize yourself instead, right?"

Qianzhu spoke softly, shaking her head slightly with a helpless expression.

"W-How did you know?" Conan stammered, a rare occurrence for him.

Qianzhu turned and stared at him intently. After a few seconds, he took out a butterfly-shaped USB drive from his pocket, opened his palm, and handed it to him.

Conan's eyes widened immediately. "This is...!"

He took the USB drive.

"You guessed right, he's the one who sent this."

Seeing his sudden serious expression and then running to the computer to use the USB drive, Qianzhu sighed slightly.

The USB drive contained only one video, which started when Jodie and Vermouth began their confrontation and ended abruptly when Ran Mouri suddenly appeared and lunged at Ai Haibara to protect her.

After glancing at Conan, who was clearly no longer calm, Chizuru looked away.

"Unexpected things always happen, so next time, you should think things through more before making a decision."

After leaving him a message, Qianzhu quietly got up and left.

Conan stared at the screen, gritting his teeth.

With so much emotional value contributed, this video was definitely worth recording.

When Qianzhu returned home, he turned to look at 01, who was chatting with pigeons and a black cat. His eyes flickered slightly. He said something to them and then went into the piano room.

01 blinked and looked at the tightly closed piano room door.

Inside the piano room, the curtains that blocked out the light from the outside were drawn, leaving only a dim light.

Qianzhu stood beside the piano, her fingertips tapping a few times on a black key.

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Night falls.

Because the weather was gloomy today, there seemed to be a sticky feeling in the night.

The boy, whose hair was still wet from taking a shower, lay on the bed, swinging his legs from time to time, while he dialed a number on the phone.

When the call connected, his tone was slightly concerned, "Sister, are you alright?"

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft chuckle, "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm fine."

"That's good~" Bertrand laughed sweetly, "By the way, sister."

Vermouth had anticipated he might ask, but when the moment actually came, her heart still tightened slightly.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a soft voice.

"Will you come with me to the ghost-themed amusement park tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Vermouth paused for a moment, tightened her grip on the phone slightly, and after a brief silence, chuckled softly, "Of course, my sweetheart."

"Then it's settled!" the boy's voice rang out. "Goodnight, sister, see you tomorrow~"

"See you tomorrow."

Vermouth slowly put her phone down after the other party hung up the call.

She sat by the window, the light from outside casting half of her face in darkness, her eyes slightly lowered, her expression complex.

Inside a room in safe house number 39.

Bertrand put his phone aside, rested his chin on one hand, and teased a butterfly with its wings fluttering with the other.

He looked at the butterfly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Forcing others to make choices—this kind of game is truly insane!

Come to think of it, he has many choices in the game.