Chapter 747 It's not entirely wrong to say that.

"Listen to me!"

Seeing his absent-minded look, Behringer slapped him on the head in annoyance.

Fujie Nakasuke remained silent, seemingly listening attentively to what he was saying, but his body was actually tense.

Behffiner pointed to the head of the deceased in front of him, then to the cervical vertebrae. "The first step in dismembering is to cut off the head. First, make an incision in the skin of the neck, then go deep and cut the bone. This is very simple, it doesn't require much skill. But to be honest, if the person isn't dead, I suggest starting with the fingers."

"Also, how could you dismember a body in such a desolate place? Although it's convenient not having to clean up the bloodstains, it's just too dark here."

Fujie Nakasuke: "..."

Oh no, I've really run into a psychopath.

He seems very skilled at dismembering people; could he be a serial killer?

Does that mean he can't beat the other person?

Fujie Nakasuke looked numb as he cut off the corpse as instructed by Behfinger.

Then Behringer started babbling again, "Wait, why is your knife so dull? You think you can commit murder and dismemberment with this? You might as well just dig a hole somewhere and bury the person!"

He was full of disgust, but his eyes were shining as he stared at the corpse. Finally, he pulled out a small knife and looked at the man next to him with a probing look.

"Or... shall I do it?"

Fujie Nakasuke:? ? ?

Seeing his excited and expectant look, Fujie Nakayuki was even more confused and numb. He tremblingly stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Please, please."

Behrfinger grinned. "Thanks, you're a really nice person."

Fujie Nakasuke was on the verge of tears. Being praised as a good person by a pervert didn't seem like a good thing at all!

Bechfinger was all smiles, completely oblivious to the other person's feelings.

He's just a bit addicted to art.

Under the killer's dazed gaze, Behfinger swiftly dismembered the object in front of him, then neatly arranged it to the side, giving it a mosaic-like appearance from a distance.

With his head at the very top, Behringing nodded contentedly, shook the blood off his hands, hummed a tune, and turned to leave.

Fujie Nakasuke, who only came to his senses after he had completely left, looked at the neatly arranged pieces in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then got up to clean up the traces around him and quickly retreated.

As for those mosaic pieces...

He didn't dare to move.

After being delayed for nearly half an hour, Behringer pushed open the door amidst Bertrand's displeased gaze, but the corners of his mouth under the hood still turned up.

"You're really slow," Bertrand said expressionlessly.

Behringer coughed lightly. "I'm sorry, I was delayed a little because I helped a bewildered murderer complete his dismemberment in the middle of the road."

The rest of the people inside the safe house: ...?

Yes, that's a perverted hobby, but I can understand it.

What the hell!

Upon hearing this, Bertrand suddenly sat up straight, his displeasure vanishing and replaced by curiosity. "Really? Let me see!"

Behrfinger took out his phone and sat down next to him.

The two who were arguing just a second ago suddenly huddled together and started chatting happily the next second.

The rest of the group: "......"

Sure enough, the thought processes of madmen and psychopaths are something they can never understand.

After the heated discussion, Behringer suddenly distanced himself from Bertrand, his tone becoming indifferent, "What do you want me to do now that you've called me here?"

"I didn't ask you to do anything, I just didn't want you to get too close to those guys. Otherwise, what if I wanted to take action against them but you went back on your word?"

Bertrand chuckled, rubbing the plush pillow in his arms, and casually said, "Oh, by the way, you don't need to do the task I gave you before. Now you just stay in the organization, and don't leave without my orders. Also, you'd better reduce your contact with them, or they'll be in big trouble if I find out~"

He finished speaking in a childlike, pleading tone, and even winked his big eyes at Behringer, "Did you hear that? Astie~"

"I heard you."

"Okay, let's go then~" Bertrand casually tossed the cushion aside and winked at Gin and the others next to him.

Then, with a whoosh, Gin, Behringer, and the three dolls followed him back to Safe House 39.

This lineup is anything but simple.

As for why Gin followed along, it's because Safe House 39 currently has the most advanced security systems besides Safe Houses 1 and 2, even more advanced than his own Safe House.

There's nothing we can do; the boss spoils Bertrand so much.

After learning that someone had tracked Safe House No. 3, Boss immediately ordered the various systems in Safe House No. 39 to be strengthened, showing that he takes the safety of Bertrand extremely seriously.

Because he felt that it was much safer than his own safe house, Gin would go to safe house number 39 every few days.

......

The group was getting anxious after not hearing from Berthainger since their last separation and subsequent contact. After all, they were quite worried about Berthainger.

Unfortunately, even though Amuro Tooru came to the organization under the pretext of doing so, he did not see Behringer.

Could it be that I've been sent on another mission?

Behringer, who is playing a game with Bertrand: Well, it's not entirely wrong to say that.

Amidst the tense and worried atmosphere on the red side, Behfinger, wearing a tricolor vest, was having a great time playing against the black side and the all-black Bertrand.

Until Seeker made a phone call.

"What's wrong, Sai-chan?"

Bertrand said this while crunching on an apple.

"It's about the Wilman Institute." Seeker's tone was unusually serious.

"Huh?" Bertrand asked, puzzled, then took another bite of the apple.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no outsiders present, Behringinger, who had stopped acting, munched on an apple.

Upon hearing the voice, Seeker paused for a moment, then continued, "Do you know the National Tokyo Institute of Microbiology?"

"Huh? What's that?" Bertrand, who was about to take another bite, stopped abruptly upon hearing this. "A research institute that specializes in studying microorganisms?"

Sekter responded and continued, "This research institute has been secretly cooperating with the Wilman Research Institute. The research on the WEM series of drugs requires one of the bacteria in this institute to continue. However, this institute was destroyed last night by a criminal gang calling themselves 'Red Siamese Cat'."