Chapter 156 Without Warning
Bertrand turned to look at him, blinked, then exclaimed with sudden realization, "Oh, so it's that researcher couple from four years ago! So you're their child? Where did they hide you? No wonder I couldn't find you back then—that was my first time losing a game of hide-and-seek!"
The man paused for a moment upon hearing this, then roared at him, "Shut up! I've hidden this for four years, harbored this hatred for four years! Today I will kill you!"
"Hmm..." Bertrand put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly to look at the man who was almost insane. His fair, baby-faced man showed no fear or negative emotions. Instead, he asked him with a hint of curiosity, "Hey, aren't you curious why I killed them?"
The man was stunned again, and glared at him angrily.
"Hehe~"
The baby-faced boy, exuding innocence, flashed a bright smile. "Actually, the reason is quite simple~"
"They are just like you now..."
The baby-faced man's eyes suddenly widened, a hint of excitement flashing within them. As the man was momentarily stunned, a cold glint appeared.
*Pfft*
"Ah!!" The man clutched the wound on his arm, which had been cleanly cut open. His expression froze due to the intense pain, maintaining a strange, distorted look.
Bertrand weighed the blood-stained knife in his hand, his smile still bright and innocent. "You're all pointing guns at me, aren't you?"
Immediately, regardless of the man's reaction, he raised the knife again and slashed at him!
"I absolutely hate being threatened!"
"And you even poisoned me right in front of me!"
"What you're doing is really going too far!"
With each word he spoke, he would slash the man with his knife, not caring if the splattered blood landed on his face or body.
His eyes crinkled into a smile, as if he were playing a little game and having a great time.
"Huh?" The baby-faced boy stopped what he was doing, puffed out his cheeks in displeasure, and then used a lot of force to pull the knife out of his skull.
He let out a breath, looking very tired, and wiped the sweat from his forehead that hadn't actually appeared. He then turned his head to look to the side as if sensing something.
Then a black-skinned golden retriever came into view.
He exclaimed with delight, then, carrying a slightly worn and shabby knife, he trotted over to Amuro Tooru, stood on tiptoe like a penguin, and approached him. "Ah, Tooru-chan, you actually followed me! Were you worried about me?"
The baby-faced boy's smile revealed his innocence and naivety.
Innocent and carefree.
Innocent?
brilliant?
Amuro Tooru slightly bent his hand at his side, glanced at the mangled mess of flesh that was almost unrecognizable, then subtly looked away at Bertrand, asking casually, "Who is that man?"
Bertrand glanced back, seemingly nonchalant. "Oh, the child of a researcher couple from the Wilman Institute four years ago."
"The Wilman Research Institute?" Amuro Tooru's mind stirred slightly, his gray-purple eyes looking down at the boy who was shaking his head and seemed to be in a good mood.
"Hmm~ Four years ago, his parents accidentally developed a drug, but unfortunately they didn't keep it a secret, so we found out~"
Bertrand chuckled, and then, as Amuro Tooru's pupils suddenly turned into bourbon eyes and he pondered for a moment, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood without warning, his face pale as he fell backward.
——
"I'm a piece of trash, I love the old-fashioned experimental subject routine."
"To be honest, this article has no merits, but a lot of flaws."
"So I'm not writing anymore, I'm running away."
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