Chapter 740 I didn't expect to run into you here.
Although the two claimed they were going out for fun, they were actually just using Behefinger's magic to travel around the world.
Finally, they returned to a location in Japan and appeared near a certain public restroom.
Gazing at the distant buildings, a hint of curiosity flashed in Bertrand's eyes. "What's that?"
Behrfinger stroked his chin. "Check it out."
He took out his phone and typed in "miracle toilet." The search results in various languages immediately popped up on the screen. He scrolled through them and finally clicked on the one that said Xia Wen.
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After he finished reading it, he silently handed it to Bertrand.
The latter blinked, then took out his phone and dialed: "Hey? Qingyao, we're near the public restroom, are you coming over?"
Liu Qingyao: "? Come on, wait for me."
The next second, a young man with a silver-red streak appeared beside them. Fortunately, it was almost midnight and there were hardly any people around, otherwise Liu Qingyao might have made the headlines.
Liu Qingyao, who had just arrived, looked at the building in front of her, raised her hand to give herself a thumbs up for what she was about to do, and then reached her paw into Bertrand's cat carrier.
I rummaged and rummaged inside the tiny cat carrier—and pulled out a tiny butterfly that exploded into the most beautiful fireworks!
Looking at the few beautiful little butterflies, the three people in the darkness simultaneously revealed smiles that resembled those of demons.
One minute later.
The three looked at the ruins of the building and left satisfied.
Sensing that her clone seemed to have done something, Qianzhu activated the mental link, confirmed what had happened, and then indifferently turned it off.
The Union he lived in in his previous life was not equivalent to the Xia Kingdom, nor had it experienced the Xia Kingdom being invaded by other countries, and there was no country called Japan.
Therefore, in the world of the anime Detective Conan, the country where the protagonist lives is a completely fictional place.
However, Qianzhu believes that the country in this anime may also exist in another world, a world with a higher dimension than the world of Detective Conan.
After all, he came from another world to another world.
If one world exists, it means that other worlds must also exist.
Different dimensions lead to different strengths.
A dark glint flashed in Qianzhu's eyes.
After returning home from the sanctuary, Liu Qingyao took out her diary and wrote a sentence: "I was extremely bored today, so I blew up the sanctuary for fun."
Then, satisfied, he climbed into bed and went to sleep.
Upon returning to the safe house, Bertrand found an unfamiliar car parked outside.
He thought for a moment, then pushed open the door and peeked inside.
Then they saw Gin seemingly talking to a blond, muscular man.
Bertrand raised an eyebrow, trying to dredge up memories of this person from the corners of his mind.
Before he could even recall anything, the other person turned around and pointed a gun at him. "Who!?"
As soon as Bertrand came to his senses, he saw the dark muzzle of a gun while half-opening the door. His eyelids drooped instantly, and he stared at the other person with a chilling gaze, speaking in a cold tone:
Is it really okay to point a gun at someone so casually?
Gin paused for a moment, then said calmly, "Petrus, this is Ireland."
"oh."
Bertrand walked into the room, slammed the door shut with his foot, glared at Ireland with a fierce look, then walked over to Gin and instinctively grabbed his neck with both hands. "What's he doing here? Isn't he in the US?"
Gin calmly pulled his hand away and explained, "One of the victims in the recent six serial murders was a traitor. The killer took the organization's memory card from him and needed his help with the plan."
Bertrand sat beside him, staring blankly at him, as if a sign of slowing down was above his head.
Ireland glanced at him and thought that this kid was only favored by the boss because of his appearance; he didn't seem to be a threat at all.
"You guys are really useless. The organization's traitor escaped so easily. Last time it was Ichiro, and now another one. It's one thing that he took the memory card out of the organization, but now it's been taken away by that murderer?!"
Ireland: ?
The man who had just put away his gun was caught off guard when he heard the silver-haired boy's disdainful and reprimanding words. He subconsciously glanced at Gin and found that he was surprisingly calm.
Ireland: ...I've heard that the Boss dotes on him, but I've never heard that Gin dotes on him too?
After 'scolding' him, Bertrand shook his head, spread his hands, sighed deeply, and got up to go back to his room. After taking a few steps, he turned back to look at Gin, blinked, and said, "Call me when you're wrapping things up. I want to go have some fun too."
Gin glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Bertrand chuckled and happily ran back to his room.
After happily lounging around in the safe house for a few days, he seemed to suddenly remember something, got up from the sofa, went back to his room to change his clothes, and then went out without turning off the TV.
He took a taxi to a large shopping mall, glanced at the bustling crowds, and instead of entering the mall, went to the parking lot.
Arriving at a car, Bertrand walked around it once, then hid nearby.
He timed it quite accurately; not long after, the sound of high heels approaching gradually came, followed by Conan's voice.
"Is it really okay to just leave like this? Didn't you need to see that man? Vermouth."
Bertrand listened calmly to their exchange of information, not in a hurry to interrupt. Instead, he thoughtfully waited until Vermouth told Conan the code name for Ireland before chuckling to get their attention.
Vermouth was taken aback at first, then a hint of panic flashed across her eyes.
Conan suddenly turned his head and looked at the silver-haired boy who walked out of the dark corner with a big laugh.
Bertrand held the cat carrier in her hand, swinging it around, and greeted them with a grin, "Wow, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here!"
Then, she glanced at Vermouth with slight displeasure, "Sister, really, how could you just blurt out information like that?"
"And another thing, Conan-kun, don't you know what you should and shouldn't know? How can you ask about everything? You're really naughty."
His youthful face was full of disappointment and frustration.
Bertrand's demeanor did not escalate the tension in the slightest, yet they still felt a chill run down their spines.
The silver-haired boy looked them over with a grin, then suddenly grabbed Conan and pulled him into his arms, gently patting his head with one hand.
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