Chapter 231 The Kind Organization
Bertrand was very happy, so he braided Gin's hair into several more braids, and even added some colorful ropes to the braids.
After finishing with his hair, he pinched his chin and examined Gin's face, then took out... a disguise tool from his bag.
He started excitedly smearing it on his face, and when he felt it was about right, he clapped his hands and then took out his phone and started snapping pictures from every angle.
A little bear's head peeked out from inside the bag, looked at Gin gleefully for a while, and then scurried back into the bag.
Haha! Serves you right for taking my cotton!
After having his fill of fun, Bertrand removed the disguise from Gin's face and then skipped away back to his private safe house.
On the other side.
After leaving Beika Hotel, the four returned to Agasa's house.
Because of Ai Haibara's insistence, they did not take her to the hospital, but only checked her wounds at home.
Fortunately, she was a main character and wouldn't die easily. Moreover, with the 'help' of the world's consciousness, her injury miraculously went from serious to minor.
After bandaging the wound, Ai Haibara lowered her head, her hands clenched tightly, and a barely perceptible tremor emanated from beneath her calm voice.
"I still have to leave here."
"Why? If Pisco really was killed by Gin, then your shrunken appearance shouldn't have been transmitted back to the organization..." Conan said, then his face turned to horror, "Wait! There's one more person!"
“That’s right, the guy codenamed Asti, he witnessed me transform from my original form into a child… If he reports this to the organization, not only me, but even you, the famous detective whose death I personally altered, will be suspected.”
Ai Haibara calmly analyzed their current situation.
To put it simply, the current situation is very unfavorable for them!
Conan gritted his teeth, his face very serious, while Professor Agasa and Behefinger remained silent.
Sudden!
A platinum card was blown in through the window and landed in Ai Haibara's hand.
"This is...!" Conan's pupils contracted, and he reached out to take the card.
The front of the card is blank, but the back has a sentence—
[Hello, Ms. Ai Haibara. If you need anything, please write your wish on the front. We will do our best to serve you.]
--church]
Upon seeing the above, Conan suddenly ran to the window, trying to find some figures.
But the church seemed more mysterious than the Black Organization, so Conan, who hadn't seen anything, returned to his bedside with a heavy heart.
Ai Haibara glanced at him, reached out and took the card from his hand, calmly reading its contents.
"The church? That sounds interesting. A wish, perhaps..."
After a few seconds of silence, she naturally put the card away.
Conan, standing to the side, frowned. "I don't know what the purpose of this church is, but you..."
But before she could finish speaking, Ai Haibara interrupted her, "What does it matter? If they can really help me do something, even if it comes at an unknown cost, it's not a bad choice, is it?"
Seeing Conan open his mouth but remain silent, Behefinger secretly grumbled to himself.
Seriously! Our church is full of good people! What do you mean by "we don't know their motives"? We're just a kind-hearted organization that helps everyone in need!
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"Beibei, do you want to hear what you're saying?"
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