Chapter 169 I See You as a Lemon Pie
After getting away from the base, Behefinger sighed deeply. He had originally planned to go directly to the church, but then he suddenly remembered that Morofushi Kagemitsu was there. His hand, which was using the teleportation skill, paused for a moment, and he turned around and walked to another place.
Ah, it's not good to let Jingguang regain his memory ahead of time.
Although he could dodge it, it would be better to be a little more careful.
A brown-haired, brown-eyed man was listening to music in a room, humming along, completely unaware that a black figure had suddenly appeared behind him.
Berthefung looked down at him with a cold gaze, reached out and turned his head 180 degrees, his tone strange, "Would you be willing to become the raw material of art, to merge with art, sir?"
Despite such inhuman actions, the man did not die. His eyes trembled, wide with fear. He wanted to refuse, but his mouth seemed to move beyond his control, and he uttered a few indistinct sounds.
"I...I do..."
Behrfinger curled his lips into a satisfied smile, tinged with a hint of madness. "Very good, thank you for your cooperation."
After saying that, he turned the man's head back, and the man, in excruciating pain, rolled his eyes and fainted.
About an hour later.
Bechfenger stood clean-cut by the wall, gazing with satisfaction at the still blood-stained artwork, "The Painful Man."
"Tsk, it actually took me an hour. You're really honored, you useless piece of trash without a code name."
Bechfinger gleefully moved a chair two meters away from the wall, then placed and secured a blood-red skull—with only its head remaining and flesh still attached—to the chair.
His facial expression was designed to convey enjoyment, but the fear in his eyes made his expression look eerie no matter how you looked at it.
Bechfenger took a camera, placed it on the skull's hand, and took a picture of the painting on the wall.
He flicked the skull with his finger and left, satisfied.
Hmm~ My mood has improved a lot now.
The murder was discovered ten days later, but even so, the flesh showed no signs of decay or drying, as if it had just happened.
The expression on the corpse sent chills down the spines of many.
It can be said that this bloodthirsty artist, as mysterious as the mists of a deep mountain, has deeply penetrated people's hearts.
...
When Behringer arrived at the organization's safe house number 3 in Japan, what he saw was—
Gin had a large tic-tac-toe mark on his forehead, and he held a gun to Bertrand's forehead.
Meanwhile, with an innocent and naive expression, Bertrand held Gin's smooth, silver hair in his hand...
Asti: Oh my, this is so exciting!
The moment she saw him, Bertrand immediately let go of Gin's even more innocent-looking hair and ran to him, "Astie! You're finally back!"
He chuckled and led Asti to the kitchen, pointing to the ingredients that were already prepared, "Hey, make me a lemon pie!"
If it were anyone else, Behefinger would have smacked them on the head with his wand.
Lemon pie! Lemon pie! You look like a lemon pie to me!
He glanced at Bertrand, nodded, took off his black leather gloves, put on plastic gloves for food preparation, and pulled up his sleeves to start making lemon pie.
Bertrand returned to the living room with a smug look on his face, intending to continue braiding Gin's hair, only to find that he had already moved away from the sofa.
Bertrand: ...
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