Chapter 577 The Script Continues
Just as the person in charge was about to speak up and try to persuade him again, Bertrand preemptively said, "No need, no need, I'll take him to handle it!"
He waved to the person in charge, then turned to Ran Mouri, "We'll be back soon."
"Alright then, you guys go ahead."
After watching them leave, Ran Mouri and Sonoko Suzuki turned back to look at the group of people who had rushed over.
"Are you alright?" Qianzhu frowned slightly, looking at them with concern.
Ran Mouri shook her head. "We're fine."
"Huh? Where did Naya Tsuki go?" Sonoko Suzuki suddenly asked in confusion.
"...Maybe he went to the restroom?"
Liu Qingyao pretended to be puzzled and looked back, then scratched his head and guessed.
But Conan looked at the direction Bertrand and the others had left with a serious expression.
He had just seen Kuno Naya follow after him.
Pelham pulled Behringer to a secluded and sheltered spot, then let go of him and quickly rummaged through his bag, pulling out a small first-aid kit. When he looked up, he saw the young man in front of him with wet eyes, looking at him with a wronged expression.
Bertrand blinked, took out iodine from a small medicine box, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Behrfinger nodded repeatedly, wiping away the tears that were streaming down her face as she answered in a choked voice, "It hurts."
"Why is there a rock there? Is someone trying to murder me? Is it some kind of evil spirit doing this again? How awful!"
His eyes were red-rimmed, he kept muttering to himself, and the bleeding wound on his forehead looked somewhat gruesome, which also made him appear even more pitiful.
Bertrand put the small medicine box back into his bag, then cupped Behringer's face and made him bend over slightly.
Behrfinger obediently bent down and let him spray iodine on his wound.
The medicine was sprayed on, and the wound healed by half instantly.
Just as Bertrand pulled out the medical gauze, footsteps approached.
The two turned their heads and saw a black and gold figure coming towards them.
Brushing her long hair, which had shifted to her chest from walking, behind her back, Morataya walked to Behfinger's side and cupped his face in her hands, which were covered by black lace-trimmed gloves, looking at him again and again.
"How deep is the wound? Does it hurt a lot? Should we eliminate this ugly-faced world consciousness?"
With each word she spoke, the intensity of her clenched teeth became more pronounced.
"It's deep, it hurts a lot, get rid of it right away!"
Böhfenger, feeling wronged, angrily pulled out his wand and prepared to charge out and fight the world's consciousness for three hundred rounds as soon as he finished speaking.
Morataya reluctantly pulled him back, then took the medical gauze from Bertrand and carefully bandaged his wound.
After finishing, she patted his head and took out her fan, saying, "Alright, I'm going back now. Let's continue with the script."
She turned and took two steps, then looked back at Behefinger, "Remember to use magic first this time."
Behrfinger raised his hand and gave an OK sign. "Okay."
After Morataya left, the two remaining people exchanged a glance and then simultaneously revealed a strange and wicked smile.
"Let's go back."
Not long after Kuno Naya returned, everyone saw Bertrand and Behringer heading this way.
The person in charge didn't leave either; as soon as he saw Behfinger, he rushed over to him.
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