Chapter 886: Like a defective product about to be destroyed.

Seeing that they were all just staring at him without saying a word, Number 311 blinked, his smile deepening slightly, "Excuse me... is there anything I can help you with?"

The people who were in a daze came to their senses and were about to say no, but a sweet female voice rang out in the lounge before they could.

Kuno Naya beckoned to Room 311 and smiled gently, "Of course, so come in first and then close the door."

"Okay." Number 311 obediently did as instructed.

Knowing that Kuno Nayazuki wanted to get some information out of Number 311, everyone quieted down and watched his actions in silence.

Qianzhu calmly watched Number 311's slightly stiff movements.

Liu Qingyao glanced at it twice and then looked away, lowering her head and muttering softly, "That's not Behefinger."

Ran Mouri, who was separated from him by Conan, vaguely heard these words, glanced at him, and then looked at 311.

I don't understand. If number 311 isn't Behefinger, then why does he look exactly like Behefinger?

Number 311, who was being watched by almost everyone, walked in, closed the door, and obediently came to stand in front of Kuno Naya Tsuki, blinking at her.

The girl sat on the sofa. When the young man walked up to her, she looked up, paused slightly, and then waved her hand downwards, saying, "Sit down first."

"OK."

Number 311 nodded obediently, and then, to everyone's surprise, knelt down on the spot with a thud. Her bright eyes looked at Kuno Naya, her posture was so obedient, she looked just like a silly little dog.

Kuno Nayeyue: "..."

She hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly opened her mouth and said, word by word, "What I mean is, you should sit down in the chair first."

Hearing her words, which sounded like she had broken them down and then shoved them at him, Number 311's eyes widened. After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, he finally reacted, nodded somewhat mechanically, and got up, not forgetting to reply:

"Okay, sure."

He glanced around the lounge, then ran towards a chair that was a little distance away. Before sitting down, he paused, looked up at Kuno Nayozuki, and asked, "Should I... go over there?"

Kuno Naya nodded, looking at him as if he were a three-year-old child.

311 suddenly realized.

Then a group of people watched as he carried a chair in his arms and ran over with a smile on his face.

This child definitely looks like the kind that would be easily tricked by human traffickers.

He obediently sat down on the chair beside her, his eyes fixed on Kuno Naya, seemingly eager for her to tell him what she needed him to do next.

Kuno Naya smiled at him, sat up a little straighter, and then reached out and took his hand.

Number 311 paused for a moment, then blinked in confusion.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you some questions."

After offering a few words of reassurance, Kuno Naya looked at him, nodded, and then asked with a smile, "Are you called Number 311?"

311 paused for two seconds, then shook his head, his expression turning somewhat serious as he replied, "This isn't... a name, it's a code name. People without names are called by their code names."

"I see." Kuno Naya nodded in understanding, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she continued to ask, "How long have you been with those people, that is, Mr. Hoshino Tsukasa and the others?"

311 tilted her head slightly, understood what she meant, and then raised the hand that wasn't being held. With a serious expression, she counted on her fingers under the amused gazes of the others. After muttering to herself for a while, she finally answered with only two fingers: "Two days."

"Two days?" Everyone, including Kuno Naya, seemed to be taken aback.

Immediately, all sorts of speculations flew around.

311 nodded and answered with some difficulty, "Because before, I was always... with people wearing white clothes..."

"Always? Since when?"

What will they do to you?

The two voices mingled and spoke at the same time.

311's mind went blank for a few seconds before he looked up at Ai Haibara and Tooru Amuro, tilting his head in confusion as if he didn't know which question to answer first.

After pondering for a while, he finally answered the one who spoke first, "It's been, for a very, very long time... I've been with them all along."

"They will do to me..." He stopped mid-sentence, and then his body began to tremble inexplicably.

"They...I...will...&%@$*"

Seeing that his trembling had turned into slight convulsions, everyone quickly spoke up to comfort him.

"It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to answer this question, don't force yourself."

“...Okay.” 311’s throat tightened slightly, but he still responded to every request.

Seeing him gradually recover, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Amuro Tooru, who had subconsciously stood up, silently sat back down in his chair, staring blankly at Number 311.

He is not Bechfenger.

Amuro Tooru was very confident.

Although he looks exactly like Behringer and even has a somewhat silly personality, he... is definitely not Behringer.

He and Bechfenger are so similar, it must be because of Death.

They connected what Behffiner had said with the clues they knew.

The organization that used Behringer and his group as experimental subjects is Death, and this organization possesses a considerable amount of biotechnology.

Number 311 was clearly an experimental subject in one of their research projects.

As for why he and Behringer are so similar, Amuro Tooru is not sure either, after all, the biotechnology that Death has mastered is too outrageous.

After a moment of thought, Amuro Tooru lowered his eyes and felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

He turned to look at Morofushi Kagemitsu, their eyes met, and Amuro Tooru noticed the worry in his eyes. Amuro Tooru shook his head slightly at him.

Seeing this, Morofushi Kagemitsu withdrew his hand with relief and looked up at Kuno Naya and Number 311, who were still talking.

"Did you know that a seven-year-old boy with light pink hair will be brought aboard the ship today?"

Kuno Nayatsuki patted Number 311's head. He looked confused, frowning and struggling for a moment before finally asking cautiously, "Could you describe it... in more detail?"

"certainly."

Kuno Naya described Kawasaki Machi's physical features to him as if he were a child.

Number 311 pondered this carefully in his mind, and after a moment, his eyes lit up slightly. He then tapped his left palm with his right fist:

“I know him. He is… a newly brought-back companion, but his condition is not good… In Mr. Slein’s words, he is like a defective product that is about to be destroyed.”

Number 311 diligently searched through his limited knowledge to find a word to describe the true wisdom of the Kawasaki Sacred Wisdom he had encountered.

A silence fell over the crowd.