Chapter 969 [View] The kitten has successfully won over another person!

"So you're so kind as to get hurt for someone else, completely disregarding me?"

The silver-haired boy had a cute voice, tinged with a hint of grievance, but his eyes held an innate wickedness and coldness. This cat-like boy actually possessed the cunning and treachery of a viper.

He's a natural actor.

"You know, our lives are intertwined..."

Bertrand lowered his head slightly and spoke softly. Then he looked up at Qianzhu, slowly reached out, grasped Qianzhu's injured shoulder, and even pressed it down hard.

The wound reopened, and crimson blood began to seep out.

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, Bertrand looked at Qianzhu, whose face had become even paler, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.

A suppressed, low laugh escaped his lips as Bertrand released his hand from pressing on his wound.

A moment later, his voice rang out again, tinged with laughter, "Chi-chan, you must take good care of yourself and not get hurt~"

After saying that, Bertrand moved closer to him. If he hadn't been controlling the distance, he probably would have been pressed against him, but now the distance was practically touching.

Bertrand smiled at Qianzhu, who was looking at him with somewhat cold eyes. "Don't look at me like that. It's a pity I can't do anything to you~"

“However…” he changed his tone, leaning close to his ear and whispering, “You’re only taking advantage of the fact that I can’t do anything to you, but I will never forget that you are a traitor to me…”

Qianzhu's eyes flickered slightly, but in the end she simply turned her head away and looked away from him, then whispered something.

Bertrand didn't hear clearly.

I only vaguely heard one sentence:

“I’m different from you… I didn’t… do this willingly…”

Bertrand frowned, his gaze falling on Qianzhu again. He wanted to ask what Qianzhu meant, but seeing his expression, he fell silent.

He took a deep breath, clenched his hands tightly, but quickly relaxed them. Instead, he reached out and hugged Qianzhu, burying his face in the crook of his neck affectionately, and then gently nuzzled him with the tip of his nose.

Sensing Qianzhu's slight stiffness, Bertrand couldn't help but laugh.

It wasn't because I was happy, but because I was angry.

Bertrand's body trembled slightly as he released Qianzhu before he could push him away, but a bright smile still lingered on his face.

"Okay, I'm relieved to see you're still alive. I'll come see you again next time! Bye-bye!"

Having said that, the silver-haired boy hummed a tune that Qianzhu was very familiar with, then turned and left the ward.

Having overheard the conversation outside the ward but not understanding it at the time, Conan Edogawa, now seeing the "replay," fell silent for a moment, touching his nose as if lost in thought.

"So what did Chino-kun mean by his last words?" Liu Qingyao pondered for a moment, then turned her head curiously to look at Chizuru, who was still being hugged by Behefinger as a pillow.

Qianzhu glanced at him, smiled, and said nothing.

Liu Qingyao sighed and didn't ask any more questions.

Let's save our curiosity for when we hear about Qianzhu's experiences; that will surely clear up many of our doubts.

— Almost everyone holds this idea.

Qianzhu can definitely be considered a very key character.

Looking at the screen again, everyone suddenly noticed that Bertrand had shrunk a little, and when they checked the time, they realized it was something that happened five years ago.

"..."

The playback order wasn't even based on time.

...

Bertrand has been in Japan for three years and is now ten years old. He occasionally receives some missions.

However, he mostly acts with Gin and the others.

This time is no different.

He got into the car with her and leaned against Vermouth, yawning.

The blonde woman smiled and gently smoothed the boy's silver hair.

She and Bertrand had spent a considerable amount of time together, and she genuinely liked the adorable child, but that was all she liked.

...

Arrive at the mission location.

The three of them worked together quite well.

Bertrand and Gin stood guard together on the rooftop.

Bertrand, who was leisurely chewing on a chewy gummy candy, paused and glanced at the tall building some distance away across the street.

"Koto-chan, squat down!"

Upon hearing this, Gin almost reflexively squatted down.

A bullet flew over him and struck the wall behind them.

Bertrand peeked out slightly, squinted at the other side, and whispered to Gin, "They've changed players."

Gin's eyes darkened for a moment. He nodded to indicate that he understood, and then contacted Vermouth through his earpiece to inform her of the discrepancy in the information.

Bertrand took out another candy, put it in his mouth, said something to Gin, and then turned and left.

"I'm going to visit my sister."

Gin didn't respond. He silently changed position with his sniper rifle in hand, and then retaliated by firing a shot at the guy opposite him.

So Bertrand was not worried about him and found Vermouth as quickly as possible after leaving the rooftop.

He hid himself nearby, glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on Vermouth, who was in disguise.

She was facing a negotiating partner, while to her left, an assassin with a gun was about to take her down. Directly behind her, another group of assassins from another organization were preparing to kill both Vermouth and the person opposite her in one fell swoop.

Bertrand thought for a moment, and the next second, a low, muffled sound rang out—although equipped with a silencer, it still made a faint, muffled sound when fired.

Although Vermouth remained vigilant, she still missed some things due to information gaps, and she was also unable to completely dodge the incoming bullets.

A large amount of blood immediately leaked from her right breast.

But before she and the person opposite her could react, a small figure quickly pounced on her, pinned her to the ground, and rolled her around a few times, giving them both temporary cover.

Before Bertrand could push Vermouth away, the man sitting opposite her was instantly blown to the head!

The assassins he brought were killed by Bertrandini with butterflies just after he fired his gun.

"Sister! Come on, let's get out of here first!"

He pulled up Vermouth, who was breathing somewhat unsteadily, and quickly moved her to a different position.

Hiding in a place he had carefully selected and compared, Bertrand took out his hemostatic tools and quickly performed professional hemostasis on her.

Then they called someone to take her back for treatment.

Vermouth was somewhat stunned when she was led into the car.

She never expected that Bertrand would appear in that critical moment and even rush over to save her...

If it had been just a hair's breadth off, he would probably have been the one to die.

Vermouth took a deep breath, her voice slightly trembling, raised her hand to press on the wound that had been treated to stop the bleeding, remained silent for two seconds, and then slowly closed her eyes.

...

After successfully completing the assassination mission with Gin, Bertrand was yawning non-stop as soon as he got back to the car.

After all, it's already late.

Back in safe house number 3, he took a shower, changed his clothes, and then comfortably lay back in bed for a good night's sleep.

When he woke up naturally, it was already bright outside, and when he looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Bertrand got up with a yawn, washed up properly, and went downstairs for breakfast...lunch.

Only then did he remember to ask about Vermouth's situation.

After thinking for a moment, he asked Karasuma Renya directly.

His choice was quite correct, because Vermouth was transferred to the experimental base by that debonair-looking old man.

Bertrand blinked, genuinely puzzled.

Why was Vermouth specifically transferred to the base for treatment?

Could it be that everything circulating in the base is true?

For example, Vermouth is the woman favored by the Boss... Well, for most members of the organization, the Boss's scandals are a lot of talk, and the female protagonist of the scandals is the always mysterious Vermouth.

Bertrand rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought about the problem.

This adorable expression on a baby face has captured the hearts of many.

Bertrandez hadn't fully figured out the relationship between Karasuma Renya and Vermouth, so he dragged Gin along to the base, which was also the so-called Safe House No. 1 that he had revealed to the other members.

Since we're already here, we should at least go see the Boss.

So Gin went to Karasuma Renya, while Bertrand grabbed a researcher and asked him to take him to Vermouth.

Having been tormented by him so many times before, some of the researchers here were quite intimidated by this cute-looking young boy. They informed the Boss and then took him over directly.

On the way to Bertrand, Vermouth had already woken up from the anesthesia. When she opened her eyes and saw the familiar darkness, she twitched her lips slightly, but finally simply closed her eyes again.

The Boss is pursuing immortality, so it goes without saying what this experimental base is conducting, and the drugs developed will always require someone to act as a test subject.

And she was one of them.

Because of the medication, she maintained her appearance and stopped aging, which naturally made her happy, as she loves beauty. However, the pain she suffered during the experiments was unbearable.

Vermouth was inevitably lost in her own thoughts when she heard the door open, followed by a pure and innocent voice that sounded like heavenly music.

"Why is it so dark here! Turn on the lights!"

The researcher responded nodding and then turned on a light.

The light instantly dispelled the cool darkness that clung to the area, but it wasn't too glaring.

Like the gentle light of the moon, it draws people's attention.

Vermouth closed her eyes for a moment to catch her breath, then slowly opened them. With a slight turn of her head, she could see the bright smile on the face of the little boy by the bedside.

"Sister, how's your injury?"

Vermouth was momentarily stunned by his smile, then smiled slightly in return. Although she wasn't wearing makeup, it didn't detract from her stunning beauty. "Fortunately, while the researchers here mainly focus on research, some were originally doctors. Those whose medical skills are appreciated by the Boss are naturally exceptional."

Bertrand nodded obediently, "That's good~"

Bertrand chatted with her for a while, and finally took a butterfly out of his bag and handed it to Vermouth.

"This is a light-up butterfly. You can use it by turning on the switch on its abdomen, and you can also adjust the level. My sister can use this when the lights in the back room are off."

The young boy blinked his eyes, generously conveying his goodwill to Vermouth.

Vermouth couldn't help but smile, accepting the butterfly with a hint of tenderness in her voice that she herself didn't realize, "Okay."

Bertrand smiled, told her to rest and recover, and then turned and left.

The kitten has successfully won over another person!

Vermouth sighed silently, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her temples.

Looking back on what happened back then from a third-person perspective, she still finds it moving.

She had lived so long, and that was the first time someone had ever risked their life to save her.

As for the time Shinichi Kudo and Ran Mouri saved her, she realized that her heart wasn't as hard as stone. And people always tend to feel affection for what they can't have, so she helped them repeatedly.

However, reality also made her realize that not everyone can achieve the goal of "having both fish and bear's paw" because of ambition and desire.

Apart from Vermouth, who was lost in thought, most of the other people's eyes were on Bertrand.

I find him complicated, hard to understand, and difficult to fathom.

Or does he retaliate with malice towards those who treat him badly, and with kindness towards those who treat him well?

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't convince themselves of this idea.

After all, there are plenty of people who have goodwill towards this little madman, and yet he's still the same...

The scene shifts again, and judging from the timeline, it's connected to the segment before that—

After leaving the hospital, Bertrand did not rush back to Safe House No. 3, but went to another place, the laboratory he had obtained from Karasuma Renya.

Upon entering the laboratory, he quickly tidied up and took out a bunch of materials from his bag.

These are the basic materials for making dolls, which are the materials listed in the book.

He spent two weeks and four days creating three dolls from these materials—they were exactly the same as the three robbers from head to toe, without any difference.

Looking at the three dolls lying in a row on the cold operating table, Bertrand's lips curled into a smile. He then took out his phone, edited a text message, and sent it over.

Less than ten minutes later, Behefinger, draped in a black cloak, appeared out of thin air. He still carried a trace of blood, clearly having finished a mission and quickly teleported back.

Behringer sighed, lifted his hood to look at Bertrand, and then, out of the corner of his eye, saw the three people on the operating table next to him. Startled, he took two steps to the side. "Xiao...Xiao Ye, are you doing an experiment?"

He swallowed hard.

Bertrand chuckled and said, "No, these are just dolls."

"Uh... Oh, oh." Behrfinger was stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening.

"I called you over because I want you to help me with a few things~" Bertrand clasped his hands together and approached Behringer with a smile.

“Hmm.” Behringer glanced at the three puppets. “What is it?”