Chapter 304 Today, I Blame Myself
"He ran away as soon as Brother Qianzhu appeared..."
Xiao Lan patted her head tenderly, "It's okay, it's okay."
"Chitake has really had a lot of bad luck." Kogoro Mouri sighed helplessly.
Conan lowered his head, the shadows obscuring the emotions on his face.
It seems that Qianzhu has been getting injured frequently ever since she met them...
The waiting group had different thoughts, but they were all worried about Qianzhu.
Finally, the operating room indicator light went out, and Qianzhu, who was lying on the hospital bed, was wheeled out.
This time, he was given local anesthesia, so when he was wheeled out, he winked at the worried group.
"Qianzhu, how are you?" Xiaolan and the others accompanied her into the ward.
"I'm fine, nothing's wrong." Qianzhu smiled.
A few black lines appeared on Kogoro Mouri's forehead as he pointed to the bandage wrapped around his arm, "You call this nothing serious?"
A bead of cold sweat trickled down Qianzhu's forehead. He raised his other hand and gently rubbed Ai Haibara's head, speaking softly, "It's good that Ai is alright."
Ai Haibara lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.
Qianzhu noticed and gently smoothed her hair, her gentleness like the rare warmth of the winter sun. "Don't blame yourself. If I hadn't saved you, I would have regretted it even more."
Ai Haibara paused, looked up at Chizuru who was smiling gently at her, her eyes slightly moistened, and then quickly lowered her head again.
At that moment, she suddenly felt...
The light seemed to truly fall upon her.
...
Meanwhile, inside Safe House No. 3.
"Aste! What are you doing!" The silver-haired, baby-faced boy clutched his aching arm, tears welling in his eyes, and glared angrily at the cloaked figure kneeling before him.
Asti remained silent.
Inner monologue: Today I blame myself.
Bai: But if you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way.
Gin and Vermouth, who were holding wine glasses to the side, both frowned and looked at Asti with cold and unpleasant eyes.
Bertrand was trembling all over, whether from anger or pain, it was hard to tell.
It's an act.
He grabbed a glass from the table haphazardly and threw it at Asti.
With a sharp crack, the glass shattered on Asti's forehead, falling to the ground and breaking into pieces, stained a vibrant red by the dripping blood.
Bertrand gritted his teeth, staring at him with a gloomy gaze, then snorted coldly and leaned back on the sofa. "Clean up those pieces of glass and then get out."
"……yes."
Like a robot, Asti numbly cleaned up the broken glass on the ground, then got up and left Safe House No. 3.
As soon as he left, Vermouth put down her glass and sat down next to Bertrand, looking him over. "Sweetheart, are you really not going to take him back to the organization and put him under house arrest?"
Bertrand yawned and leaned his head on her shoulder. "It's not the right time yet~ There are people secretly watching him, and those people are a bit strange..."
"Okay, as long as you have your own ideas." Vermouth patted his head affectionately, agreeing with him unconditionally.
Bertrand hummed twice and began to take turns acting cute towards Vermouth and Gin.
After leaving the safe house, Asti found a place to change out of his cloak, touched the wound on his forehead, and pondered for a moment.
If he doesn't exchange it for some emotional points, his wound will have been wasted!
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