Chapter 787 Protection Mechanism

In the days that followed, Behffiner maintained this state and reacted less and less to the outside world.

After examination, the doctor said that this is a protective mechanism of the brain to isolate itself from the outside world. During this period, the brain will eliminate those things that have a bad influence on the human body.

That's what they say...

But isn't not eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting a bad thing for your health?

Seeing Behringer growing weaker and weaker, Amuro Tooru and the others were so worried they were about to lose all their hair.

Behringer sat slumped on the hospital bed, his empty, lifeless eyes staring blankly at something. Sunlight streamed through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating half of his face.

Even though everyone was in the room, he exuded an aura of loneliness.

The door to the ward was pushed open, and Qianzhu, who had returned after a few days, was wearing a mask, with occasional coughing sounds coming from within.

Conan gave a half-moon-shaped look, "So, Brother Qianzhu, you still got infected?"

Because she was wearing a mask, all that could be seen was Qianzhu's slightly downturned eyebrows. "It's just a common cold."

"What's the current situation with Behrfinger?"

He glanced up in Behringer's direction, then lowered his voice and asked.

Conan shook his head, looking slightly dejected. "Not good. He's still in the same state. If he doesn't wake up soon, his body might not be able to take it."

"Have you tried all the methods?" Qianzhu asked again.

"Well, we've been following the doctor's advice and talking to him a lot, but the results haven't been very good."

Conan let out a breath, his eyes filled with deep worry.

He paused, then looked up at Qianzhu and asked tentatively, "Qianzhu, do you know why Behefinger became like this?"

"Hmm?" Qianzhu, who was deep in thought, looked down at him in confusion, then looked at Beihefenger for a few seconds before shaking her head. "I don't know either, but it's probably his own psychological trauma that's causing this situation."

Conan nodded slightly.

They also guessed that was the case.

He couldn't help but recall what Behffiner had said in the abandoned factory.

...Is it related to what he said?

Just as Qianzhu reached the bedside, Behfinger, who had been unresponsive to the outside world, suddenly raised his head slightly and looked at him.

"Behrfinger is responding!" Ai Haibara exclaimed softly, slightly excited.

All eyes immediately fell on Behefinger, and then on Qianzhu.

"Could it be that Behefinger subconsciously remembers Qianzhu?" Ran Mouri guessed.

Sonoko Suzuki punched her right fist into her left palm, nodded, and agreed, "It's possible. Chizuru, why don't you try talking to him?"

Qianzhu's eyes flickered slightly. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at Behefinger. After two seconds, he softly called out, "Behefinger?"

The blue-haired youth stared blankly at him. After a long while, he seemed to lift his hand, which was receiving an IV drip of glucose, and carefully touched Qianzhu's cheek.

But in just a moment, he had to pull his hand back.

Qianzhu glanced at him, then suddenly raised her hand and grasped his hand, which was so cold it didn't seem alive.

But the other party did not make any further moves.

Qianzhu thought for a moment, then turned to look at Liu Qingyao, who was already sitting on the sofa, and raised her other hand to beckon him slightly.

Liu Qingyao blinked, her expression slightly stiff, feeling a suffocating sense of being called up as soon as she sat down but having no choice but to obey.

Helpless, he walked to the side, bent down, and put his ear close to Qianzhu to listen to his whispered words.

A few seconds later, Liu Qingyao stood up straight, gave an OK sign, and turned to leave the room.

The others looked at them with some doubt, but did not ask any questions. Instead, they quietly watched Behffiner.

The most important thing now is to get Behringer out of that 'self-protection mechanism' state.

Otherwise, his body will become increasingly weak, leading to a life-threatening situation.

Qianzhu held Behefinger's hand, which was receiving an IV drip. Nearly ten minutes later, Liu Qingyao returned, carrying a khaki paper bag.

He took the bag and walked over to Qianzhu, opened it, and asked Qianzhu to take out the contents.

Qianzhu smiled slightly and reached in to take out the contents.

That was a little bear.

Qianzhu pulled Behefinger's other hand over, making his palm face up, and placed the black plush bear in his hand.

Behefinger still didn't react, but Qianzhu wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she gently helped him hold the teddy bear tighter and whispered, "Perhaps you'll remember this?"

Upon hearing his voice, Behringer lowered his eyes and looked at the little bear.

He still didn't seem to react much, except for making a slight gripping motion with his hand.

Almost everyone in the room held their breath, watching them with extreme tension.

Behringer stared blankly at the bear. After a long while, a tear suddenly slid from his eye and landed on the white blanket, staining it into a small, dark circle.

Although he hadn't completely detached himself from that state, the reaction was significant enough for them.

Almost everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qianzhu coughed a few times, which attracted the attention of others, and Behefinger's gaze also shifted from the little bear to him.

"Qianzhu, why don't you go back and rest first? We're enough here." Ran Mouri stood up worriedly and gently advised.

Releasing Behringer's hand, Qianzhu coughed and nodded, not rejecting the suggestion, "Okay."

Liu Qingyao immediately stood up and said with a half-joking smile, "Then I'll have to start working as a driver too."

Only after he and Qianzhu left the ward did Behefinger slowly withdraw his gaze and return it to the teddy bear in his hand.

Amuro Tooru tentatively spoke to him, and Behringer responded by looking up at him.

Sitting in the car, Qianzhu looked out the window at the hospital, chuckled softly, and then looked away.

Just before Liu Qingyao drove away, another car arrived at the hospital entrance.

A teenager and a woman got out of the car.

After stretching, the boy walked into the hospital and easily found his way to a ward.

He knocked politely on the door and then pushed it open to enter.

Unsurprisingly, he received several angry stares.

Bertrand smiled dismissively, waved to Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki, and then walked straight to the bedside. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Behringer, a hint of surprise seemingly rising in his light green eyes.

They seemed not to understand why Behrfinger had become like this.