Chapter 585 Otherwise, his performance would have been in vain.
Behringer stopped downstairs to catch his breath, pulled up his hood, and stepped into the building.
Conan, who was hiding behind, saw the man who was chasing after Behringer look up at the floor and then follow him inside.
Conan pondered for a moment, then cautiously slipped inside like a thief.
Following them to a certain floor, Conan looked around warily, only to find that the man in the tuxedo had suddenly disappeared, leaving only Behringer standing outside a room knocking on the door.
A little boy with silver hair and green eyes opened the door to the room, and a bright smile appeared on his face the moment he saw Behefinger. "Astie, you're finally here!"
He then opened the door and stood in the doorway, turning sideways and pointing inside, saying, "Please help me move the things inside to the roof."
Behrfinger paused slightly, then nodded and said okay.
Then he stepped inside, and after a while, Conan, who was watching this scene from the shadows, narrowed his eyes.
He saw that Behfinger was holding a rope, but the other end of the rope was tied around a person's neck.
The man's eyes were wide open, his gaze blazing, and the ligature marks on his neck were extremely deep. He was completely still, clearly dead.
Conan felt as if his blood was flowing backward, and he froze on the spot.
He witnessed a murder, but he was powerless to stop it.
Bechfen's hands, gripping the hemp rope, trembled slightly.
He knew Conan could definitely see it!
He can do it! Otherwise, his performance would have been for nothing!
After the body was dragged out of the room, Bertrand closed the door with a grin, and even kicked the body as if playing around.
Then she went around to the other side of Behringer, reached out and hugged his arm where the hand that wasn't holding the rope was, her expression changed in a second, her cheeks puffed out as she accused the man of his bad deeds.
"Ashti, you have no idea, this guy is really nasty. He pushed me when you weren't looking, and even tried to hit me, luckily I dodged in time..."
He whimpered a few times, his voice as pitiful as could be, his tone full of grievance.
Behringer's tone hardened slightly, sounding to Conan as if he was speaking against his will, "Yes, you're very capable. Anyone who bullies you deserves to die."
"Hehe~" Bertrand instantly cheered, "I knew Asti would support me~ You'll always be like this, right?"
He skipped around happily, casually asking a question as if it were just for the occasion. But when he didn't get a reply from Behringer right away, he paused for a moment and then suddenly stopped.
Behffiner, whose arm he was holding, also stopped.
Bertrand looked up with a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes; there was even a hint of darkness in them. "I'm saying, Beth, Herfinger, you'll always, always, always support me like this, right?"
His lovely voice was lowered, deep and guttural, like the threatening growl of a wolf.
Behringer paused slightly, then nodded, his voice seemingly containing an indescribable emotion, "I...I will."
"That's good~" Bertrand's expression changed quickly, and he pulled Behringer forward again, "Let's get rid of this body quickly~"
"Then Asti, you have to come with me to eat sukiyaki later~ Little Ye really wants to eat that now!"
A hint of expectation appeared on his innocent and adorable face, as if the gloomy expression he had just worn wasn't his at all.
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