Chapter 741 An Anonymous Message

"Don't move around, Conan-kun~"

Sensing the tension in the child's arms, Bertrand comforted him tenderly, then smiled at Vermouth, though the smile didn't reach her eyes, inexplicably sending a chill down her spine.

"Sister, do you really...like them that much? Why? Have you known each other for a long time? Are they important to you? Important enough that you would tell them information? Are you intentionally helping him or do you simply find it interesting to watch him fight against the organization?"

With each sentence the boy spoke, he took a step closer to Vermouth, his smile deepening slightly.

He seemed very curious, yet also like he was pressing for answers.

Vermouth was at a loss for words.

The boy blinked, seemingly sensing her unspoken meaning. He paused, pondered briefly, then tilted his head, his beautiful eyes full of curiosity. "Hey, what did they do to make you like them so much, sister?"

Vermouth was silent for a moment before speaking, seemingly with some difficulty, "They saved me."

Clearly, she also felt that this reason was not enough to convince Bertrand.

"oh……"

Upon hearing this, Bertrand nodded, looking as if he understood but not quite. "Oh, I see. So they saved my sister..."

He seemed to believe it, yet also seemed not to, but he still put Conan down and patted his head with a grin, "You guys play, I'm off!"

After saying that, he turned and left the underground parking lot without looking back.

He didn't seem to care about it, and might not even go to Gin to complain, but Vermouth felt a vague sense of unease.

She didn't even say goodbye to Conan before getting into the car and leaving.

When Vermouth drove outside, Bertrand was nowhere to be seen.

To prevent her from calling, Bertrand turned off his phone and then called Behringer.

Behrfinger put her hands on her hips and stared at him with her crescent-shaped eyes. "So, where do you want me to take you this time?"

Bertrand thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he made a decision, "Let's go to the island and have some fun!"

"OK."

Behringer raised his chin, put one arm around Bertrand's shoulder, and snapped his fingers with the other.

The next second, they appeared in front of the sacred and magnificent church.

"Wuhu! I'm back!"

A silver-haired boy ran excitedly into the church, followed by a young man in a platinum cloak.

"Don't run!"

Just as this mischievous little fellow was running around in the corridor, a white-gloved hand grabbed the back of his coat, sealing his fate.

Bertrand was still in the running motion when he was lifted up and suspended in mid-air.

He looked up in confusion, and what he saw was the gentle smile of the blond youth. He looked again and saw that behind the youth were several nuns with their heads bowed.

"Whoa! The Godfather!"

Bertrand excitedly wrapped his four paws around R's waist and rubbed his cheek against his chest.

R laughed, pulled him away, and put him back in Behringer's arms. He waved and continued walking out of the church with the people behind him. "I have things to do. You guys go have fun."

“Okay~” Behringer responded, then looked down at Bertrand, who had turned into a real cat in his arms, and burst into laughter without any restraint.

The cat blinked its light green eyes, looking at its pink paws with a confused expression, "...Huh—!?"

Behrfinger: Laughing so hard I'm banging my head against the wall.JPG

Thirty seconds later, Bertrand suddenly changed back to normal, and Behringer, who hadn't used the right amount of force, also fell forward because of the change in the weight of the little one in her arms.

Snap!

Morataya stood beside the flower bushes, arms crossed, silently watching the two people lying there peacefully.

"How long do you intend to lie on my flowerbed?"

Bechfenger leisurely brushed away a butterfly that had landed on the tip of his nose. "It's so comfortable lying here, with the soothing scent of flowers. How wonderful!"

“Mhm.” Bertrand nodded in agreement.

Morataya was even more speechless.

So you're just going to take a nap where you fell down, right?

"Never mind, just remember to go back and catch up on the plot." Morataya waved helplessly, and as she turned to leave, she reminded them to restore the flowers before they left.

The two people lying in the flower bushes responded in unison, then closed their eyes and instantly fell into a light sleep.

Neon lights, Tokyo.

Since learning about Morofushi Kagemitsu's situation, Amuro Tooru has been visiting him frequently.

Although he didn't know why his friend who had died before his eyes had suddenly come back to life, at least after learning that the 'Scottish' he was seeing in the organization was actually a doll made by Bertrand based on the likeness of Morofushi Kagemitsu, his anger dissipated considerably.

Regarding Morofushi Kagemitsu's memory loss, he hoped he could remember it, but he didn't want him to remember everything.

Morofushi Kagemitsu opened the door, looked at the young man standing at the door wearing a mask and hat, and smiled as he invited him in.

Although he hadn't remembered yet, he was willing to trust Amuro Tooru, since that subconscious familiarity and closeness couldn't be faked.

Looking at Amuro Tooru, Morofushi Kagemitsu asked with a hint of doubt, "Is something bothering you?"

“Yes.” Amuro Tooru sighed, nodded slightly, sat down on the sofa with a troubled expression, sighed again, and then said softly, “Because Behefinger has been missing for so long, I’m really worried.”

"Behrfinger?"

Upon hearing this, Morobuchi Kagemitsu was momentarily stunned, and he muttered the name slowly and deliberately.

A blurry figure and voice flashed through his mind, and the name felt just as familiar as when he first learned the name of Furuya Rei.

"Although that guy is a bit young, he's not bad at all in terms of intelligence and skills, so there's no need to worry too much."

He subconsciously replied to Amuro Tooru with a sentence, and then he was stunned by his own words.

Amuro Tooru blinked, looked up at him, and couldn't help but find his somewhat confused look amusing. He nodded and replied, "You're right."

However, he was still a little worried, after all, that guy always shouldered everything on his own, and he was also a fool who was prone to getting hurt for the sake of others.

Just as Amuro Tooru was lost in thought, his phone rang twice.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a completely anonymous text message—

[Come to Tokyo Tower tomorrow night at 7 PM. You might find what you're looking for or what you want to see there.]

What's the meaning?

Is it about Behrfinger?

Amuro Tooru gripped his phone, his brow furrowing as he pondered the cryptic text message.