Chapter 827 The Culprit Who Spreads Rumors
Behringer stood two meters away from Fujie Nakasuke, blinking as he looked at him.
"Behrfinger, do you know this person?"
Inspector Megure pointed at Fujie Nakasuke and then asked Behringer.
Behrfinger stood silently for a moment with his arms crossed, then removed his sunglasses and squinted at Fujie Nakasuke.
"Hmm...I have absolutely no recollection of her, she probably doesn't know her."
Inspector Megure then looked at Fujie Nakasuke, "Are you sure he was the one who dismembered your body that night?"
Fujie Nakasuke was stunned, seemingly not expecting that they had actually called over this blue-haired pervert!
"Uh... this..." He stammered for a long time, unable to say a word.
Behrfinger stood obediently to the side, looking completely harmless.
How could someone like that do something as depraved as dismemberment?!
Ran Mouri's condemning gaze fell on Nakasuke Fujie.
Fujie Nakasuke took a deep breath and nodded emphatically as if he were going all in. "That's right! He was the one who dismembered the body that night, and even... he even said he would instruct me..."
Although he was telling the truth, his stammering made people doubt him, and suspicious and condemnatory eyes fell on him.
However, since it involved a murder case, Inspector Megure dutifully looked at Behringer and continued to ask, "Where were you between 7 and 8 p.m. on June 13th?"
Bechfenger blinked, then blinked again, then raised both hands and pointed to Amuro Tooru and Morofushi Kagemitsu beside him, "I'm with them."
“Yes, we can testify to that, and the people around us saw us at the time.” Amuro Tooru nodded calmly.
Morofushi Kagemitsu nodded in agreement, indicating that what they said was correct.
Bechfenger vs. Fujie Nakasuke.
Bechfenger wins decisively!
Inspector Megure nodded in understanding, his sharp gaze sweeping over Fujie Nakasuke.
Kogoro Mouri and the others were taken to a conference room.
Although they were certain that Behffiner had been framed, the police still needed to ask related questions.
Conan was completely baffled.
Who on earth would want to frame Behrfinger?
Bernhard Finger, the White Moonlight, truly deserves the title!
They doubt not him personally, but rather a non-existent 'mastermind'.
They really are crying their eyes out.
Behrfinger sat obediently, head down, without making a sound.
He intended to suppress his laughter, but everyone present was a detective or someone connected to detectives, and he was used to thinking about all the possibilities.
And so, when Morofushi Kagemitsu's reassuring hand landed on his head—
Bechfenger: ? ? ?
What the hell?!
He wiped his eyes.
In other people's eyes: pitiful, they even made the person cry from grievance.
Behrfinger looked skeptical.
This identity... doesn't seem to have any advantages that would lead people to speculate, right?
Bechfenger fell silent.
Even after he walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, he was still completely dazed.
"Behrfinger, are you alright?" Ran Mouri's eyes held a hint of worry.
"Huh?" Behringer snapped out of his reverie and shook his head. "Very good, very good, but there's just one thing I don't quite understand?"
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore. In the end, didn't the murderer admit that he was lying?" Kogoro Mouri put his hands behind his head and walked forward leisurely.
In reality... it was Fujie Nakasuke who realized that almost everyone was on Behringer's side, and he knew clearly that what he said would be filtered into a lie in their minds, so he silently admitted that he had lied.
Sigh, it doesn't matter. Losing to a freak isn't his fault.
Fujie Nakasuke has a really good attitude.
After this incident, everyone forgot about it and didn't even think about the non-existent 'mastermind' anymore.
At this very moment, inside the Chino residence.
Qianzhu remained seated on the living room sofa, her gaze fixed on the system screen in front of her, a faint smile playing on her lips.
The screen displays the status of Behefinger's clone, and in the lower left corner of the screen, two messages are quietly displayed.
[The attribute buff for the 'Behfinger' identity has been changed to 100%.]
[Please feel free to call Dawn, sir, if you require any further assistance.]
The tea in the cup had gone cold, so Qianzhu reached out and poured half a cup of hot tea into it.
He took a sip, lowered his eyes, and murmured softly.
"The true white moonlight is the one that resonates deeply with people's hearts..."
After separating from Conan and the others, Bechfenger intended to have dinner with Amuro Tooru and Morofushi Hiromitsu, but the next second he received a text message from Bertrand.
He paused for a moment, sighed deeply, told them about it, and then rushed to the safe house.
Amuro Tooru and the other person sighed helplessly upon seeing this.
Upon arriving at the safe house, Behffinger crawled inside, but there was no one else there except Bertrand.
He immediately stood up proudly and arrogantly, "What?"
Bertrand waved to him, "Come quick, come quick, I've found something interesting!"
"What's so interesting?" Behfinger asked curiously as he leaned closer.
Bertrand reached out and wrapped his arms around his neck, whispering in his ear, "You do this first, then I'll do this, and finally this..."
Behrfinger: "???"
He looked at Bertrand hesitantly, "Is this... okay, Zun Du?"
"Yes, yes, just add a few more small details and it will be done smoothly!" Bertrand clapped his hands excitedly.
After a moment's thought, Behringer reached out and hooked his arm around Bertrand's waist, and the two huddled together, whispering amongst themselves like thieves.
After some time had passed, the two finished their discussion and looked up to see Seeker sitting opposite them, watching them.
Bertrand blurted out, "Oh dear, Sergey's here to catch you cheating again?"
Behrfinger shoved a hand over his mouth and said angrily, "Isn't there a possibility that your words will get you into trouble too!"
Seekert: "..."
He was silent for a moment before speaking with difficulty: "Is it possible that I didn't disturb you at all this time?"
God knows how many times he's been asked these past two days, "Do you really like Asti?" He replies, "That's just a rumor!" Then he's asked, "Got it, you like Gin-sama but not Asti?" He gradually goes from "???" to "......".
He was utterly speechless.
The culprit who spread the rumors, Bertrand, suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, I understand."
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