Chapter 22: Making him fake cry is simply putting him in a difficult position.
The blue-haired boy smiled and nodded repeatedly, promising to keep it a secret.
"Oh right, you still haven't told us your name..."
The boy, seemingly remembering only after being reminded, suddenly looked enlightened. "My name is Behfengar, and I work part-time at the Otsutsu-ma News Agency!"
After briefly introducing himself, the boy suddenly clapped his hands, his eyes filled with anticipation as he stared at Conan. "Can I try that bow-tie voice changer?"
Conan was speechless for a few seconds at the sight of Behringer, who looked even more childlike than he did now. Then he nodded helplessly, "Okay, I'll teach you how to use this."
As he spoke, he actually took the bow tie and began teaching her face-to-face.
Although Conan didn't know anything about the boy, he felt a bit of goodwill towards him because the boy had kicked away the knife in the man's hand with a soccer ball.
Now that he has revealed his secret to the other party, he has naturally chosen to believe him.
Seeing Conan spinning the voice changer, Behringer exclaimed in surprise, "So that's how it is!"
As expected of the world of Detective Conan!
This thing can actually produce all sorts of sounds.
Having learned how to use the bow tie voice changer, Behringer was having a great time playing with it, changing the voice to various different sounds.
He only woke up suddenly when it got dark outside, exclaiming, "Oh no! This is terrible!!"
Conan, who was drinking water, was startled and almost spat it out. However, he also choked and coughed a few times, patting his chest. He looked at Behringer with half-moon eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"
Behringer covered his face with one hand, looking pitifully at Conan like an abandoned puppy.
"I'm doomed... I was supposed to meet my friends, but now it's already dark, sob sob sob..."
As she spoke, Behffiner forced herself to shed a few fake tears, trying to fit her persona and gain sympathy.
Conan: !
He scrambled to his feet and frantically tried to comfort him, "Don't...don't cry! We can still make it there in time!"
Tears welled in Behringer's eyes, her voice choked with emotion, "Are you telling the truth? Will he be angry with me?"
My fake tears are almost all gone. Can I secretly put in some eye drops halfway through?
Conan nodded repeatedly, "Of course! He definitely won't be angry with you. After all, you did it to help us find the culprit. Go over there now and explain to him, and he'll understand!"
Behringer sniffed and nodded. "I understand. I'll be right there."
After returning the ribbon to Conan, he quickly left Professor Agasa's house.
Holding the ribbon and watching the departing boy, Conan felt a strange sense of relief.
After sitting back down on the sofa, Conan suddenly realized something.
He still looks like a child!
But when he thought of the boy's pitiful expression, he couldn't help but twitch his lips and take a deep breath in despair.
Meanwhile, Bechfenger, now far from Agasa's house, took a deep breath and smiled, his expression completely different from when he was crying just now.
Asking him to fake cry is simply putting him in a difficult position.
He hummed a tune as he walked toward Bertrand's private safe house.
After entering the password for the safe house, Behringer opened the door, but the room was pitch black.
He blinked, then fumbled for the light switch on the wall next to him.
Snap.
The lights came on, dispelling the darkness in the room.
He saw the silver-haired boy curled up on the sofa, motionless.
He stood silently for a moment with his hands on his hips, then jogged over with a bright smile on his face.
"My dear Kashiwa-chan~ I'm here~!"
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