Chapter 821 states a truth that everyone understands.
The relationship between Qianzhu and Bertrand was more complicated than he had imagined.
He vaguely felt that Bertrand's protection of Qianzhu was not because he had feelings for him, but because of some special relationship.
and......
The attitudes of the Black Organization and the Church towards each other just now clearly indicate that there is a cooperative relationship between them!
However, Conan was also puzzled as to why the church members would arrive at such a convenient time.
Conan is more inclined to believe that someone contacted them rather than that they were spying on Bertrand.
However, the members of the Black Organization seem unaware of Chizuru's connection to the church...
No, there are people in the church who are secretly protecting Qianzhu but actually monitoring him. So it must be a member of the church who told his companions about this!
Yes, that must be it!
Behrfinger: Hmm... how can it not be?
They remained silent the whole way, each with their own thoughts.
They originally planned to take Liu Qingyao to the hospital, but he insisted that it wasn't necessary, so they had no choice but to return to Agasa's house.
As soon as he got off the car, Qianzhu wanted to say goodnight to Liu Qingyao and then go back to his own house, but Haibara Ai suddenly grabbed his clothes.
Qianzhu paused, turned around, bent slightly, and looked at her with a faint smile: "What's wrong, Xiao Ai?"
Ai Haibara tightened her grip on his hand, tilting her head slightly to gaze at him. She seemed to want to ask or say something, but in the end, she didn't open her mouth. Instead, she slowly loosened her grip on his clothes.
Qianzhu simply smiled gently at her, raised his hand to pat her head, and then walked in that direction with Liu Qingyao.
The three watched them leave.
The glasses worn by Conan and Subaru Okiya both reflected light for a moment.
It's not that they can't see it, it's just that it's not the right time to delve into it now; they'll find out eventually.
The confrontation between the red and black sides seemed to be brought into the open for a time, but the red side temporarily returned to its usual calm.
On the other side, as soon as he parked the car outside the safe house, Behfinger secretly slipped away under the pretext that he still had a mission to do.
Seeker leaned against the car, put an arm around Bertrand's shoulder, bent down slightly and whispered in his ear, "Aren't you going to do anything about him?"
Bertrand stared in the direction Behefinger had gone, his eyes gleaming. Hearing Seekert's words, he snorted softly and muttered, "I can't control him anymore, but I can definitely control Asti a little."
"Huh?" Seeker didn't hear him completely and turned his head to look at him in confusion.
"Nothing~" Bertrand removed his hand and skipped back into the house.
Based on his past behavior, Bourbon should have chosen to leave directly, but the sudden appearance of church members made him decide to stay.
What if we hear some useful information?
Not only him, but Chianti and the others also chose to stay and listen in out of curiosity.
They huddled in a corner, ears perked up, openly listening to the conversation between Gin and his core members.
Seeker took the two porcelain bottles from Bertrand and opened the stoppers to look inside.
The blue porcelain bottle contained what appeared to be ordinary white capsules, while the white porcelain bottle naturally contained the same white and blue capsules he had seen before.
He counted them; there were five capsules in each type.
After consulting with Bertrand and Gin, he poured one into his hand and then happily returned to his laboratory.
Bertrand tossed the porcelain bottles in his hands, seemingly unafraid of breaking them.
"Since it came from the church, then... shall we take the medicine and let the old man try it?"
He caught the falling porcelain bottle steadily, his bright eyes looking at Gin with great interest. "What do you think, Gin-chan?"
Gin glanced at him indifferently, calmly wiping the gun in his hand. "I don't think this idea is that good."
"Alright, then we'll have to wait for Seeker's results..." Bertrand muttered, then relaxed and lay down on the sofa.
Vermouth took a bottle of wine, poured herself a drink, took an elegant sip, and smiled at him. "So, what are your thoughts on Sherry, my sweetheart?"
Bertrand quickly took off his shoes and then stepped on Gin's body. Hearing Vermouth's question, he let out a drawn-out "Ah—".
"What could they possibly be thinking? The church has their eye on Chi-chan, and Chi-chan is protecting Sherry. Unless we distract everyone around Sherry, nothing we do will make a difference. Besides, who knows what Chi-chan might do to me if something happens to Sherry..."
He paused, his gaze unfocused, then pursed his lips and continued, "We need to think of a way! But I'm too lazy to think, so why not just let things take their course?"
Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden thought, he sat up abruptly and grabbed Gin's hair.
He said excitedly, "By the way, I remember Sherry is terrified of Qin! Why don't you hang around in front of her every day, Qin, and scare her to death!"
Gin: "......"
He gave him a sharp tap on the head.
However, Bertrand's expression did not change at all, indicating that he was not in pain.
Vermouth, however, was amused by his suggestion and even nodded in agreement, saying, "I think what Sweetheart said makes sense. Gin, you can give it a try."
She had barely finished speaking when she received a cold glare from Gin.
Vermouth smiled nonchalantly and calmly took a sip of her drink.
"But what is a blocking drug? Is it the kind I'm thinking of?"
A moment later, Vermouth looked at the porcelain bottle that Bertrand had casually placed on the table.
Bertrand shrugged. "Maybe."
And then, that was it.
The people nearby were completely confused.
Chianti, ever the astute one, then asked, "So we've really reached a cooperation agreement with that church?"
Bertrand turned to look, hands on his hips, and nodded proudly. "Yes, I even signed the cooperation agreement!"
"Then, why do they want to cooperate? What is their purpose?" Vodka asked, puzzled.
Bertrand stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment, then glanced at them sideways. "Because there are no conflicts of interest and we are cooperating for a common purpose."
Everyone: "......"
You stated a principle that everyone understands.
"Don't worry about it. As long as their people don't harm our interests, let them do whatever they want. Besides, we can also profit from it."
The silver-haired boy shook his hand dismissively, stretched, put on his shoes, and prepared to run back to his room, only to be grabbed by the back of his collar by Gin.
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