Chapter 781 is indeed a madman.

Morofushi Kagemitsu took a breath and patted Amuro Tooru on the shoulder, telling him to go and take care of himself first.

Amuro Tooru remained silent for a moment before nodding.

He still hadn't treated the injuries he sustained from his fight with Shuichi Akai, and his clothes were a bit dirty, so it was definitely not appropriate for him to continue waiting here looking like that.

Behrfinger was in a coma for a long time this time.

If it weren't for the medical explanation that a vegetative state caused by traumatic brain injury needs to last for more than twelve months before a patient can be diagnosed as a vegetative patient, they would all have thought that Behringer had become a sleeping beauty in a vegetative state.

In another sense, Ran Mouri and the others seemed to treat the hospital as another home, visiting him constantly.

However, they didn't stay long. After all, the person was still unconscious, and there were people taking care of them. Their continued presence here would seem somewhat... uh... superfluous?

Under Amuro Tooru's care, Bechfenger lay quietly for nearly a month, and amidst everyone's anxiety, he finally began to respond to the outside world.

Another week passed in this state.

And there's someone that almost no one on the red team really wants to see.

Bertrand pushed open the door to the ward while humming a cheerful tune. Almost instantly, everyone who saw him fell silent, and the room became quiet.

He blinked and looked around at the people currently in the ward.

Amuro Tooru, Morofushi Hiromitsu in disguise, Conan, Okiya Subaru, Haibara Ai, as well as Chitake, Yanagi Aoharu, and Kawasaki Maru.

Bertrand flashed a bright smile. "Hey everyone!"

Amuro Tooru clenched his fists tightly behind his back several times to prevent himself from revealing any emotions he shouldn't have shown.

On the night Behefinger was brought to the hospital, Conan stayed there to check on the positions Behefinger had taken before and after the fall.

They eventually found the remains of the mechanical butterfly's wings there.

According to Bertrand's temperament.

Such substances would absolutely not remain at the scene.

There's only one reason—he deliberately let them discover it.

"What are you doing here?" Conan frowned, acting as a 'diplomat'.

Almost everyone present knew about the Black Organization, so his tone was far from friendly.

Although Bertrand is a minor and has a delicate and harmless appearance, no one would think he is a good guy.

"Ugh~ What kind of talk is that? I just came to see Asti~" Bertrand covered his mouth and chuckled, pretending that it had nothing to do with him.

After he came in, Afra followed him in, carrying a bouquet of flowers, as if she had come specifically to visit Behfinger.

But... who would specifically choose a bouquet of white lilies?

Even the bow tied on top is a flat-cut method used only during sacrificial rites.

Almost everyone's anger level was secretly rising.

Bertrand smiled and pointed to the table, indicating that Afra should place the lilies there.

“I don’t think you came to see him,” Kawasaki Masuru said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Bertrand glanced at him and scoffed, "Why would I come to see you instead of him?"

As he spoke, he clasped his hands together, pressed the backs of his hands against his cheeks, and looked pitiful, but his tone was anything but compassionate. "It's been a month, and he still hasn't woken up. It's so pitiful! Is the hospital's technology inadequate? Can't they help him get better sooner? I still have so many things for him to do!"

All the people could hear was cruelty.

Rage meter keeps increasing!

"Petrus! Do you even have a heart?!"

Ai Haibara trembled all over, partly out of fear of Bertrand, but mostly out of anger.

Bertrand smiled and winked, his gaze lingering on her before he smiled knowingly, "Of course I am, otherwise why would I be standing here?"

Afra moved a chair over and placed it against the wall behind Bertrand for him to sit down.

This is a VIP ward, large enough that Sonoko Suzuki specifically requested it later, spacious enough to accommodate another group of people.

Bertrand sat down leisurely, looking like he had plenty of time to spare.

He took the lemon tea Afra offered and took a sip to moisten his throat. "Besides," he said, "if it weren't for me, Behrfinger would probably be dead by now."

His tone rose, like a child thinking of something happy.

Ai Haibara gritted her teeth, glaring at him angrily.

Bertrand chuckled, then suddenly glared at her with a chilling look, startling her so much that she instinctively took a step back.

"Hahahaha..." The silver-haired boy chuckled softly. After laughing enough, he coughed twice and continued casually, "What I do to Asti is none of your business. He said his life is mine, so it is mine. I can do whatever I want with him. Even if I go too far, he won't be angry. What are you guys so worried about?"

"If you're so capable, pull him out of this bottomless pit of an organization! Oh, but don't forget, the only consequence of escaping the organization is death!"

Bertrand opened his mouth with a grin, speaking casually and nonchalantly, but to others, it was a provocation, a blatant provocation!

I'm even angrier!

Bertrand could almost see them clenching their fists and gritting their teeth.

Hahaha, I'm so excited!

A thought flashed through his mind, and an excited smile did indeed appear on his face.

He took a few sips of lemon tea, leisurely swinging his legs, and the room became quiet for a while.

After a moment, Bertrand thought for a moment, then muttered, "Speaking of which, why did I even bother with Asti this time?"

"Oh, right~" he said with a look of sudden realization, as if talking to himself, "It's all his fault for not listening to me!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes flickered slightly.

"Because I've discovered something: ever since Behefinger met you guys, he hasn't been listening to me properly." Bertrand pointed at Conan, looking quite troubled.

"So I'm going to scare you, but I won't lay a hand on you." His smile became both bright and cruel.

"Rather than letting Behefinger be afraid of implicating you because of his connections, it's better for you to stay away from him because you're afraid he'll get hurt again!"

"That way he'll feel like you've all abandoned him!"

Bertrand got more and more excited as he spoke, and he stood up abruptly. The smile on his face made him look like a madman who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Okay, it's not exactly the same as.

Rather, he really is a madman.