Chapter 640 Just an ordinary working person
Bertrand shrugged, folded the letter back into the envelope, and said, "Well, since things have come to this, let's just go to sleep and leave everything to them."
After tossing the envelope on the table, he went back into his room, yawning.
Vermouth paused for a moment, then put the letter back into the envelope. At the same time, she looked at Gin beside her and asked, "What are your thoughts?"
"I don't have any thoughts," Gin replied calmly. After putting the envelope away, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a drag, and continued, "After all, what the church said wasn't wrong. To us, we are in the open while Death is in the shadows. Their methods are probably no less sophisticated than the church's. Death even used their code name on the invitation letter to the church."
Gin's tone was sinister but calm, "Besides, it's not like we can't investigate this ourselves."
"How so?" Vermouth asked, propping her head up with one hand and a smile playing on her lips.
Gin sneered and flicked the ash off his cigarette.
It seems that he, this transparent tool being controlled, has nothing to do here anymore.
Behfinger thought to himself, then quietly stood up and left the safe house.
Gin and Vermouth noticed it but didn't pay much attention.
After all, they didn't think a controlled person could reveal any information.
Behrfinger said he definitely wouldn't, after all, he's a perfect performer.
After changing out of his black skin and into his red skin in the corner, Behefinger skipped away.
Finally off work!
After spending a relaxing night at a random place, he received a text message from Asa early the next morning.
[Come, go to work. —Asa]
Behrfinger: "..."
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What kind of nonsense is it that one clone is being summoned to work by another clone?
After tidying up slowly, he grabbed a piece of toast and headed towards Doss Coffee Shop.
At this time, there was still some time before the official opening today, and Yumeko Morita happened to be there, but she seemed a little absent-minded.
Behffiner tilted his head slightly in confusion, recalling the case he had encountered the day before the main body returned.
oops.
What a coincidence!
He stepped forward and took the key from Morita Yumeko's hand, which she couldn't insert into the keyhole. As he opened the door for her, he asked with some concern, "Yumeko, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well yesterday?"
"Ah, Behringer, it's you." Morita Yumeko was somewhat surprised by Behringer's sudden appearance, and his question made her fall silent.
"What happened?" Bechfinger asked, puzzled. "Come in first."
"Okay." Morita Yumeko nodded blankly and immediately put on an apron as soon as she entered the store.
Behringer leaned against the bar and looked at her. After hesitating for a moment to organize his thoughts, he said to her, "Um, Yumeko, are you not feeling well today? Why don't you ask the manager for a day off? He forced me to come to work today anyway."
Upon hearing this, Yumeko Morita paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle softly, "You seem to have always been an employee here, so it's normal that the manager is forcing you to come to work after such a long absence."
"That's true, but I took leave until tomorrow. How did he know I had nothing to do today?" Behringer hissed and muttered in frustration.
Morita Yumeko looked at him and smiled slightly, seemingly feeling much better. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I was just thinking about some things."
Although he was her uncle who had been very kind to her since she was a child, their kinship had weakened considerably since that incident.
But since it was one of the few relatives who had passed away, she was still somewhat saddened. However, she thought it wouldn't be good to let this sadness affect her life.
After calming herself down, Yumeko Morita was full of energy again.
Having finally escaped that dark and gloomy basement, she needs to work hard to improve herself!
Seeing that Yumeko Morita had regained her energy, Behringer tilted his head slightly: ???
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"By the way, Behringer, we're running low on coffee beans. Could you please go to the warehouse and get some?" Morita Yumeko said to Behringer as she was organizing the supplies in the shop, and then handed him the warehouse key.
“No problem~” Behringer took the keys, humming a tune as he walked out of the coffee shop, but after only a few steps he turned back and gave Morita Yumeko an embarrassed smile without any awkwardness.
"Um, Yumeko, where is our coffee shop's warehouse?"
It was only then that Yumeko Morita realized that Behringer, who often skipped work and frequently took leave, really didn't know where the warehouse was.
Having learned the location of the warehouse from Yumeko Morita, Behringer sighed and headed in that direction.
He took out the coffee bean variety that Morita Yumeko had mentioned, and just as he closed the warehouse door, there was a loud bang behind him.
Bechfenger turned around blankly and saw a murder taking place nearby.
"……ah?"
Then, with a bang, a bullet grazed past his head, severing several of his blue laser pointers.
—Of course, this is the result of him dodging it.
If you don't dodge, then there will probably be another pitiful corpse here.
For some reason, the killer's gun was no longer pointed at him; it was probably interfered with by something.
It's like being attacked by a few elementary school students.
When Conan and his friends ran over, they not only discovered the body, but also a blue-haired young man holding coffee beans in his arms.
"Brother Behrfinger!"
Ayumi exclaimed in delight.
Bechfenger snapped out of his reverie and looked at the group of elementary school students who had appeared there. "Ah, hello there."
"Behrfinger?" Even Conan was taken aback when he saw him. "What are you doing here?"
Behringer immediately felt wronged, "I came to our coffee shop's warehouse to get coffee beans, but I never expected to be threatened by a bullet as soon as I stepped out."
He looked at Conan with teary eyes, accusing him, and angrily pointed at the bullet stuck in the wall behind him.
“Uh…” Conan was speechless for a moment, watching the young man in front of him babbling on and on.
"If the murderer could see what was happening here, wouldn't he know that I just came out of the warehouse and didn't see the murder at all? And how could he think I could see him from this distance? I'm just a poor, ordinary coffee shop worker who came to pick up coffee beans, waaaaaah."
After babbling on and on, he pretended to squat down, covered his face with his hands, and whimpered.
Conan sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, then reached out and patted the guy who claimed to be an ordinary person on the shoulder.
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