Chapter 675 How do you receive such a straight shot?
Amuro Tooru, who was steering the car, glanced at him upon hearing this and asked, "What did he want you to do in the US?"
"I don't know. He just told me to go, but didn't say what I was supposed to do." Behrfinger put his phone away.
After glancing at the traffic light that had just turned red, Amuro Tooru remained silent for a long time before suddenly calling out tentatively, "Behrfinger."
"Huh?" Behringer, who was watching the traffic with boredom, turned his head in confusion. "What?"
Have you ever felt that something is wrong with you? For example, that you have forgotten what you did at a certain time?
Perhaps because they were still on the road, Amuro Tooru did not turn his head to look at him, but instead focused on the traffic lights.
Bechfenger thought for a moment, then answered seriously, "Yes."
Amuro Tooru gripped the steering wheel harder.
Then Behrfinger continued, "It's like at dinner time I can't remember whether I've eaten dinner or not."
His expression was so serious and earnest, as if this were the most important thing in the world to him.
Toru Amuro: "..."
"No... I didn't mean these..."
His voice trailed off, and he didn't speak again after the light turned green.
"What?? Don't just say half of what you mean."
Behringer leaned closer, put his hand to his ear, and said in a listening posture, "Say it again. I didn't quite catch what you said. Also, could you explain it in more detail?"
Amuro Tooru took a deep breath. "Do you remember what happened at the Sunset Mansion last time?"
“The Sunset Mansion? Does that have anything to do with whether I’ve forgotten something?” Behefinger muttered to himself in confusion, then replied, “I remember, I remember it clearly. I pitifully explored the entire mansion, the basement, and the structure of the mechanisms all by myself, and I also had to clean up after you. The razor blade I grabbed at the end hurt me for a long time.”
After saying that, his voice choked with sobs, "Thinking about it all brings back so many sad memories, sob sob sob..."
He pretended to wipe the corner of his eye, then his expression changed in an instant. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Amuro Tooru with a puzzled look, "So why are you asking this?"
"No, it's nothing, I just wanted to confirm something small." Amuro Tooru shook his head.
"I see..." Behringer was skeptical.
Once the car stopped, Bechfenger grabbed Amuro Tooru by the neck with lightning speed, his voice vicious, "Tell me! What are you hiding from me! What is it that I can't know!"
Toru Amuro: "..."
Seeing his speechless expression, Behringer released his grip, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized, punching his fist in the palm. "Oh! I get it! You were trying to secretly investigate why I sometimes act so cold, right?"
Amuro Tooru was slightly taken aback when he said it so casually, and then nodded slightly.
"Ah, you don't really need to worry too much about this, because it's just an agreement between me and Bertrand."
Behringer waved dismissively, then patted him on the shoulder to reassure him.
"After all, you know about my relationship with Bertrand, right?"
Looking into those deep purple eyes that held a smile yet revealed helplessness, Amuro Tooru lowered his eyelids slightly.
The night he met Berry again when he first joined the organization, Behrfinger had indeed told him that.
Although they didn't spend much time together, Behringer slipped him a small note.
So they met again later at their shared little secret hideout, a bar.
That night, the moon was obscured by clouds, so it was very dark, and only a small lamp was turned on in the room.
The person I hadn't seen for almost three years seemed unchanged; he still loved to laugh.
"I never imagined that the mystic Bourbon was you." Behringer rested his head on one hand and toyed with his wine glass with the other, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
"I never expected that mysterious and twisted Asti to be you." Amuro Tooru said, slightly speechless, then looked at him quietly for a few seconds. "So why are you in the organization?"
“Because of Bertrand,” Behringer replied with a smile.
"Him?" Amuro Tooru asked, puzzled, then narrowed his eyes. "So you weren't already a member of the organization a long time ago, were you?"
Bechfinger nodded, seemingly somewhat helpless. "Yes, it's just that I got my codename relatively late."
Amuro Tooru stared at him thoughtfully for a moment, "But why did you join the organization because of Bertrand? Did he do something to you? Or did he threaten you with something?"
“No, it’s not as scary as you think.” Behefinger shrugged, chuckled, and turned to look at the light bulb that emitted a faint glow in the darkness. He seemed to have come to terms with it, or perhaps he didn’t care. “It’s just that if it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have been able to get to know you all alive.”
"So, he saved my life, and it doesn't matter if I listen to him and join the organization."
After saying that, he tilted his head back and poured the ice cubes from the glass into his mouth.
"..."
After a long silence, Amuro Tooru raised his eyelids and looked at Behringer, who was already playing with a strand of hair. His tone was solemn and cold, "I am grateful to him for saving you, but I will not allow him to threaten your life in any way."
Behringer froze, and a strand of hair slipped through his fingers.
He blinked, looked at Amuro Tooru whose face was expressionless but whose eyes held a hint of seriousness, then looked away slightly and mumbled softly, "...Even if you say that, I don't know what you can do to Bertrand..."
He lowered his head, silently pulled up his hood, and muttered under his breath, "Damn, how are you supposed to receive a straight shot like that, bro..."
Damn it, the script didn't say how to handle this situation!
Looking at Behringer, who was curled up like a quail, Amuro Tooru reached out and poked his head. "Behringer?"
"ah?"
Behringer looked up, silencing Amuro Tooru, and then silently took out a handkerchief.
Are you becoming more and more easily moved to tears?
Behringer took the handkerchief expressionlessly, then glared at him fiercely upon hearing this, "No way!"
After wiping away her tears, Behringer silently vowed in her heart—
Ah! I need to practice this situation more! It would be so embarrassing if I couldn't answer it!
The questions that Amuro Tooru originally wanted to know seemed to be gradually overshadowed by the argument between Bechfinger and Amuro Tooru about "tearjerker moments".
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