Chapter 832 The Last Time He Was Called That

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Vermouth leaned against the wall, her head slightly bowed as she breathed heavily, her hands still stained with blood.

Bertrand is undergoing surgery indoors by Seeker.

Several footsteps approached quickly. The man with long silver hair glanced at the closed operating room door, then his indifferent gaze fell on Vermouth.

"What happened?"

Vermouth looked up at him, then lowered her head again, her voice slightly hoarse, "I will apologize to the Boss later."

Upon hearing this, Gin stopped paying attention.

After waiting outside for a long time, Seeker finally came out of the operating room. He took off his mask and said with a hint of resentment, "What happened? The bullet grazed his carotid artery, almost severing it."

Vermouth's hand trembled violently.

"Which reckless bastard dared to shoot at us, Xiao Ye!" Seeker seemed oblivious to her unease, continuing his frantic rage, wishing he could drag out the guy who caused Bertrand's injuries and give him a good poisoning.

"Can we go in and see him?" Vermouth took a deep breath and looked up at Seeker.

"It is possible."

Seeker stopped his outburst and looked at her with surprise.

When he was called over, he was genuinely shocked to see Bertrand covered in blood, even though most of the blood on him wasn't his own, and because Vermouth's obvious panic made him think that Bertrand was seriously injured.

However, he felt that the injury was indeed quite serious.

He couldn't help but wonder if the culprit who turned Bertrand into this state was none other than Vermouth herself?

Thinking about it this way, Seeker glanced at Vermouth's back, a hint of disgust appearing in his eyes.

Isn't having a small child enough? Why are you still thinking about having your cake and eating it too?

Although Bertrand had said that Vermouth would ultimately choose him, but...

Seker, hands on his hips in dissatisfaction, stormed into the operating room.

Vermouth stood by the bed, staring blankly at Bertrand. After a moment, she bent down and gave him a light hug, as if she hadn't said anything, before standing up and turning to leave.

Gin and Seeker both turned to look at her.

After confirming Bertrand's current situation, Gin reported it to Karasuma Renya in great detail.

He could almost imagine how angry the boss would be.

Prior to this.

A glass shattered on the floor in the living room. Ai Haibara, who had come over to help feed the cats and pigeons, was slightly startled. She turned her head and saw Chizuru standing there, his face suddenly turning pale.

"Qianzhu? What's wrong?"

Ai Haibara quickly abandoned the black cat and ran over to him, reaching out to help him.

Qianzhu gently pressed her shoulder and then said softly, "Xiao Ai, could you please find a porcelain bottle in the cabinet in my room? It contains blue and white capsules."

His voice was so soft that Ai Haibara could barely hear it, but she still received the key information. She nodded, ran upstairs quickly, and two minutes later, she had a white porcelain bottle in her hand.

Qianzhu, who was already sitting on the sofa, took the pill, said thank you softly, and swallowed it.

About ten seconds later, his face grew paler and paler, and he closed his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa, his breathing and heartbeat gradually stopping.

This development startled Ai Haibara. She checked his pulse and found that his heart had stopped beating. She hurriedly took out her phone and dialed an ambulance.

However, just as the call was about to connect, a hand reached out and blocked it.

Ai Haibara looked up, her voice urgent: "Chizuru!"

Qianzhu supported herself with one hand, looked up at her and smiled reassuringly, "I'm fine, this is just a reaction to the medicine taking effect."

He paused for a moment, then said softly, "I should have told you beforehand. I'm sorry you worried."

Ai Haibara shook her head, her eyes still filled with deep worry. "It's good that you're alright."

Qianzhu smiled slightly, lowering her eyes to conceal the deeper meaning within them.

Not far from the long-abandoned house, Vermouth and Bertrand had taken them when thick, choking smoke suddenly billowed from inside, and flames shot up from Miyasaka's body at great speed.

Conan's pupils contracted slightly as he remembered that they had just planned to burn the place down to destroy the evidence.

Unexpectedly, it is now Bertrand who is the one trying to destroy the evidence.

Conan took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose.

At this critical juncture, his most important task is to get Xiaolan out of here!

But the drugs Bertrand gave him are still affecting him.

Conan, taking small breaths, quickly went to Ran Mouri's side and woke her up.

"Xiao Lan! Wake up!"

Ran Mouri woke up groggily and saw Conan's anxious face and the dazzling firelight behind him.

She instantly snapped to attention. "Conan! How did this place suddenly catch fire? Where are Ms. Nagano and Konishi??"

Conan paused for a moment, then made up a reason to fool her, before speaking very quickly: "Ran-neechan, let's take these two people out of here first!"

He pointed to the two men who were about to kill them with knives.

As for Miyasaka, he was engulfed by fire.

Ran Mouri nodded. "Okay!"

After they left, the house was quickly engulfed in flames.

Conan slumped against the roadside, his gaze fixed on the raging fire with an extremely complex expression.

After receiving their call, Kogoro Mouri, the police, and fire trucks quickly arrived and extinguished the fire.

Kogoro Mouri pulled his daughter along, showing concern for her in various ways.

The police took the two men to the hospital and questioned Conan and his companion about the incident.

Conan truthfully recounted the movements of Nagano Tsukushi and Konishi, but he did not reveal that they were members of the Black Organization in disguise.

However, he didn't think the police would be able to find "Nagano Tsukushi" and "Konishi".

After all, not only are their appearances casually disguised, but perhaps even their names are chosen on the spot.

The police did not pursue the matter further, since the incident involved a criminal gang they had been hunting for a long time, and the two individuals were merely victims.

However... the entire criminal gang is dead.

The incident passed quickly.

Conan was walking along the roadside when a car suddenly pulled up beside him, and he stopped.

The rear window rolled down, revealing Vermouth's profile. She was wearing a hat with a wide brim that partially obscured her face. She parted her red lips slightly and whispered a few words to Conan.

"Thank you, cool guy."

After she finished speaking, the car window was closed again, and the car drove away.

If it weren't for Conan kicking the ball, the bullet would probably have gone straight through Bertrand's head.

She thanked him, thanking him and Ran for reaching out to her, thanking him for saving Bertrand. This was also the last time she would call him that.