Chapter 968 [Observation] This is the first time I've been treated as a suspect.

After running this stretch of road, Bertrand saw the other person on another street. His eyes lit up and he took another step to follow, but there were too many pedestrians on the road, which restricted his pace.

When he was still a few meters away from his opponent, he called out, "Xiao Qian!"

But the other person didn't turn around, as if they hadn't heard, or perhaps they didn't care about the way they were addressed.

But Bertrand saw it.

His steps faltered for a moment.

Bertrand took a deep breath, afraid of losing track of the figure again, so he took out a tracking butterfly from his pocket and made it follow the figure.

Once he was sure Butterfly was steadily following behind the black-haired boy, Bertrand let out a breath, slowed down, and then sped up to catch up after crossing the busy street.

Catching up behind the black-haired boy, Bertrand reached out and grabbed his wrist.

The boy paused, turned around, and looked at him.

Bertrandez kept staring at him, and when he saw those familiar amber eyes, he was certain that this was Xiao Qian.

His eyes were slightly red, and he said with a wronged expression, "Xiao Qian..."

He wanted to ask him why he hadn't shown up for so long, where he had been all these years, and many, many other questions, but the gentle smile that appeared on the boy's face left him speechless. What he said, however, was unbelievable to Bertrand.

The boy said to him in a gentle voice, with an apologetic tone, "I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else."

With that, he broke free from the hand that was being held and left with his suitcase.

Bertrand stood there, stunned, looking at his back with a bewildered expression, then looking down at his own hands in disbelief.

After a long silence, his voice, tinged with resentment, rang out softly, "Admit my mistake? I would never admit my mistake!"

He gripped the bag on his back tightly, his eyes, slightly obscured by his bangs, held a chilling coldness as he stared intently in the direction the boy had gone.

After standing there for a moment, Bertrand turned and went back to the safe house.

After closing the door, he took out his computer from his bag. The room was dimly lit, with no lights on and no curtains drawn. Only the cold light from the computer screen shone on the silver-haired boy's youthful but expressionless face.

Bertrand's hands were busy on the keyboard, and he only stopped after the screen had changed several times.

He muttered to himself as he looked at the computer screen.

"I checked, there's absolutely no mistake..."

Bertrand lowered his eyelashes, then silently switched pages. Using the still-present tracking butterfly, he confirmed the boy's last known location.

Behringer glanced at Bertrand and silently hugged Qianzhu tighter in his arms.

Qianzhu: "..."

Ever since Behringer snuck over, Bertrand's gaze hadn't left him.

Liu Qingyao: Even I, as an observer, feel sweating profusely. Gu Gu, can't you really feel it?

...

Although Bertrand did not go to see him again, he would check the information sent back by the tracking butterfly almost every day.

But when I discovered that he moved to a different place almost every two months, I went to take a look out of curiosity.

They've practically covered the entire neon city.

The silver-haired boy, with a piece of candy in his mouth, sat on the tree watching the boy coughing incessantly. He couldn't help but frown, chew the candy, jump down from the tree, and come to sit next to him, squeezing in and staring intently at him.

"You look unwell. What's wrong? Are you sick? Why don't you go to the hospital to get it checked out?"

The black-haired boy coughed and glanced at him sideways.

Bertrand pursed her lips, then reached out and hugged his arm tightly, speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice that didn't sound like a threat, "If you don't pay attention to me, I won't let you leave."

The boy pursed his lips, tugged at his hand but couldn't break free, and stared at Bertrand with his amber eyes that seemed to deepen.

Bertrand smiled at him, then smiled more forcefully, before his smile faded slightly. "Tell me, where did you go after leaving the orphanage?"

The boy looked away, gazing at the green belt beside him. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered only two words: "Forgot."

Bertrand's eyes widened, clearly a little excited. "So you admit you're Qian, right?"

He released the boy's arm and hugged him instead, his face full of grievance, "So why did you deny it before? Do you know I've been looking for you, I've been looking for you for a long time..."

As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes, and his breathing became labored; he looked utterly pitiful.

Xiao Qian remained silent, listening to Bertrand rambling on and on. His amber eyes were filled with a sense of bewilderment and confusion. Finally, he pulled Bertrand's hand away, and under his aggrieved and puzzled gaze, he took a lemon candy from his small bag and placed it in Bertrand's hand. Then, he got up and left without a word.

Bertrand watched him leave in silence, then glanced at the jewel-like, translucent lemon candy in her palm. She clenched her fist, lowered her head, and murmured almost inaudibly, "I'm not a child who can be appeased with a piece of candy, Chi-chan..."

Since then, Bertrand has frequently appeared here, chatting with Xiaoqian for a long time. However, most of the time Xiaoqian ignores him and doesn't know how to ask him to leave. Bertrand always smiles, making it impossible for him to be assertive.

As a result, because Bertrand didn't pay much attention to the tracking information anymore, when he came looking for her again, Xiaoqian had moved again.

Upon hearing this news, the silver-haired little boy nearly ground his teeth to powder.

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An extremely resentful gaze fell upon Qianzhu.

Qianzhu glanced at Bertrand and then calmly looked away.

...

Mihana Town.

Bertrand once again appeared precisely in front of Xiaoqian, glancing at the sign that had fallen by the gate.

Chino.

"Chino Chizuru? Is that your new name?" Bertrand's lips curled into a smile as he stepped forward with his hands behind his back, getting closer to the boy. Although he was smiling, a hint of malice crept into his expression.

Qianzhu looked at him calmly, and after two seconds, she also smiled and said gently, "If possible, I hope you won't come looking for me again."

Bertrand was taken aback, then blinked and pretended to be confused, "What did you say? Why don't I understand?"

Qianzhu glanced at him meaningfully, then ignored him and turned back into the house.

Bertrand stood there, staring at the closed door, puffed out his cheeks in dissatisfaction, and then stormed off.

snort!

He refused!

He will come again!

...

He meant it when he said he'd come back, but he just didn't show up in front of Qianzhu openly.

Wearing a baseball cap, Bertrand followed Qianzhu into a store, where they were suddenly robbed and the robbers even took the seemingly frail Qianzhu hostage.

He remained expressionless and silently pulled a gun from his bag, looking as if he wanted to shoot the robber with all six bullets.

Of course, that's what he actually thought too.

But before he could make a move, the two teenagers, who looked like high school students, quickly and efficiently dealt with the robber, and the police also managed to take him into custody in time.

Bertrand clicked his tongue, then silently put the gun away, pondering another way to quietly get rid of the robber.

...

Seeing Qianzhu hanging out with those two high school students again, Bertrand was so angry that he crumpled the handkerchief in his hand, wishing he could tear it to shreds as if it were the two high school students.

So Bertrand investigated the two of them and learned that the boy was Shinichi Kudo, the high school detective who was currently very popular, and the girl was his childhood friend Ran Mouri.

Furthermore, they investigated not only the individuals themselves but also those around them, gaining a thorough understanding of them.

Edogawa Shinichi Kudo, Conan, and Ran Mouri: "..."

So... they were being targeted by this little madman from the very beginning.

Ran Mouri: ...

No wonder he knew that the detective agency was her home the night he came back from the tropical amusement park... It turns out everything had been investigated.

Qianzhu: "..."

Originally, he wanted to go to Qianzhu's place again, but Bertrand learned by chance that Gin and Vodka were going to Tropical Paradise. He completely ignored the words "doing a mission" and excitedly followed behind them.

As he arrived outside the roller coaster, he saw two familiar high school students.

Bertrand glanced at them, then at the two men in black who were already on the roller coaster, pursed his lips, and went off to play on other rides.

Having had a great time, they suddenly remembered they needed to find Gin and the others, and just then they ran into Shinichi Kudo and his companion on the way.

Bertrand blinked, peered out from behind the building, and saw Shinichi Kudo chasing after Vodka. He raised an eyebrow slightly, then released a butterfly to follow him. He then went up to Ran Mouri and struck up a conversation with her in an innocent and naive manner.

After kindly escorting the person to their doorstep, Bertrand left and went back to take out his computer to look at the images the butterfly had captured.

When he saw Shinichi Kudo being knocked down by Gin's stick, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

But after he laughed, he saw that Shinichi Kudo had shrunk into a child!

Bertrand blinked, then his eyes widened slightly. "Oh, is that so?"

He rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, a mischievous smile curving his lips, and took out his phone to send a text message to Karasuma Renya.

After Shinichi Kudo shrunk into a child, Bertrand finally stopped going out and causing trouble. He stayed in his room alone, fiddling with something. When Vodka called him out for dinner that night, he was still holding his cell phone.

He looked up and around, but Gin wasn't there.

I suppose they went to get those maple leaf coins.

Bertrand yawned and had just sat down at the table when his body suddenly stiffened, his phone fell from his hand and crashed to the ground. His face suddenly turned somewhat gloomy, and he remained sitting in one position for a long time before finally getting up in silence, bending down to pick up his phone, and turning back to his room.

Vodka, who had just brought out the heated food, paused, then looked at him questioningly, "Xiao Bai, aren't you going to eat?"

"Eat later."

Bertrand responded, went back to his room, took out a medicine bottle that hadn't been used in a long time, poured out a blue and white capsule, and swallowed it.

After investigating what had happened, he made a note of the three robbers before going down to eat, and began to ponder the matter.

After having a good meal, Bertrand set off for Beika General Hospital. As soon as he stepped into the hospital, he received a text message from Gin.

Looking at the mission that appeared, the young man sighed softly and walked to the office where the mission target was located. He casually made an excuse to chat with him for a while, during which he released a very small poisonous butterfly, thinking that he would deal with him after seeing Qianzhu.

The little butterfly huddled inside the doctor's coat, obediently awaiting instructions.

Bertrand left his office and went to the restroom before visiting Chizuru, but before he could come out, he heard the news that his mission target, Hiroshima Masakazu, was dead.

"?"

Bertrand was stunned for a moment, then curiously went over, only to hear him say that he was also one of the suspects.

His eyes lit up slightly.

Wow, this feeling is so novel!

Although he has solved the cases of many people, this is the first time he has been treated as a criminal suspect.

Bertrand quickly stepped forward to respond, and coincidentally, he also saw Ran Mouri there.

Um……?

If she were here too, wouldn't that mean...?

Bertrand's gaze drifted into the ward.

Sure enough, I spotted a particularly enthusiastic little figure.

The silver-haired boy shrugged indifferently. The butterfly that had flown off Hiroshima Shoichi after his death and hidden itself returned to his hand behind his back without attracting anyone's attention.

Bertrand was overjoyed that the mission objective had been taken care of by someone else ahead of time, saving him the trouble of wasting a butterfly. He waited for the case to end with a beaming smile.

After the murderer was identified, he immediately and quietly left the crowd and went to Qianzhu's hospital room.

"Hehe, Chi-chan~ I've come to see you! How did you suddenly get hurt? It really breaks my heart~"

Bertrand opened his mouth with a grin, walked to his bedside as he spoke, then sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at him with a smile, but there was no smile in his bright eyes.

Although the pupils were light green, they inexplicably seemed like an abyss, instilling a deep sense of fear.

It was obvious that he was extremely angry.

Qianzhu looked up at him, her voice gentle yet somewhat indifferent, "So?"

Bertrand's smile faded slightly, but he still looked at the pale-faced boy in front of him with a smile.

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