Chapter 17 Appearances Can Be Deceptive
However, the boy, who was about to walk away, suddenly stopped and turned his head sharply, startling Conan.
The boy turned and walked briskly to Kogoro Mouri, pointing to his blue hair and saying, "This isn't a hobby! It's just how I was born!"
For some reason, the crimson at the corners of the boy's eyes became even more pronounced, and his already wet eyes glistened with tears. Even though he was acting fiercely, the other three inexplicably felt that he was like a little dog who had been angered.
The boy frowned, and a tear suddenly rolled down his cheek.
Instantly, Kogoro Mouri and his companions were speechless, and Behringer also fell silent.
He calmly took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears, then calmly looked at the group of people with an innocent smile on his face. "I'm sorry, it's not that I wanted to cry, it's just my constitution. Don't worry about it."
Even so, with that expression on your face, it's hard to believe what you're saying.
"Sorry, sorry, my dad didn't mean any harm!" Ran Mouri quickly tried to smooth things over, then nudged her good-for-nothing father with her elbow.
Kogoro Mouri then chuckled apologetically, "Sorry, your hair color is just so unusual..."
"Phew." Behringer breathed a sigh of relief. "It's nothing, it's nothing. I was just too excited. I've encountered this situation many times before..." he muttered to himself.
"Dr. Ogawa, another package has arrived."
Just then, a pretty nurse walked over carrying a pot of brightly blooming morning glories.
Looking at the pot of morning glories, Behringer instantly remembered what case this was.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, then comfortably stole Dr. Ogawa's line, "Huh, morning glories blooming in this cold weather? They must be grown in a greenhouse, right?"
Ogawa frowned slightly. "I think this was sent by the same sender."
"Since it's a flower, is it possible that it's a woman?" Kogoro Mouri wondered, stroking his chin.
"The flower language of the morning glory refers to illusory love," Ran Mouri chimed in from the side.
While Mori and Ogawa chatted nearby, Behringer focused his attention on Conan, who was taking the pot of morning glories.
Seeing that he was completely oblivious to Ran Mouri's probing gaze behind him, Behringer couldn't help but slightly curve the corners of his lips into a smile.
Kudo-san, you really have no idea you're about to be exposed.
I feel like I can exploit the emotional points.
Behrfinger was kneading the black plush bear that had appeared in his hand without him noticing when his movements suddenly paused slightly.
Oh, right, speaking of emotion values.
That old woman, Vermouth, gave far too little.
His gaze shifted back and forth between Ran Mouri and Conan, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Since we didn't get much from her, let's get more from her godson and Angel.
Conan, who had just said, "Hey, Dr. Ogawa, could I please take a look at the patient's medical records?" suddenly shivered, felt a chill run down his spine, and looked around.
What's going on? It feels like I'm being watched by someone.
He glanced at Behringer, who was playing with his teddy bear with his eyes down, and was about to look away when the other man looked back at him.
Behrfinger blinked at him, puzzled.
Conan, who met his gaze, was taken aback.
It has to be said that his appearance is really deceptive.
Despite being a tall and spirited young man, he always had an innocent and aggrieved expression, which, combined with his clear and bright eyes, made it hard not to think of an innocent and harmless puppy.
It's like even if he stands next to the deceased, holding the knife that stabbed them, everyone still feels that he is definitely not the murderer.
Conan paused for a moment, then shook his head to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.
Seeing that he had refocused on the case, Behringer raised an eyebrow slightly, smiled silently, and then lowered his head to groom the plush bear's fur.
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