Chapter 863 I'm a little bear, and my owner loves me the most!
Krya Villa.
There was no one else in the room except for Qianzhu herself.
He was curled up on the sofa, his face pale, his body trembling from the tearing pain in his mind.
On the system panel, in the "alias" section, Behffiner's name quietly turned dark red.
Qianzhu took a deep breath, her body feeling the boundless pain, yet her mind remained perfectly clear.
I am fully aware of the extent of the pain I am enduring right now.
But he didn't care.
He had already prepared to bear the consequences of all that he had chosen.
The two deaths occurred in different ways, so the duration of the pain also differed.
Qianzhu gently rubbed his neck with his fingertips until four or five in the morning. After feeling the intense pain subside considerably, he slowly got up, poured himself a glass of cold water, drank it, and then went to the bathroom in his room to clean himself up.
Despite the cold weather, he was still sweating profusely.
After changing her clothes, Qianzhu draped a towel over her wet head, sat back down on the sofa, and calmly opened the panel, pulling out the clone that needed to be on guard duty once again.
He then took out his phone and performed some operations, sending a video email to several people.
After completing this effortless step, Qianzhu leaned back on the sofa, absentmindedly wiping her still dripping hair.
Hospital.
When Amuro Tooru, who had been under a lot of stress and hadn't had enough rest, woke up after collapsing from the shock of his best friend's death, he received an email on his phone.
The others, including Morofushi Kagemitsu, also received it. They exchanged glances and each clicked on the video, which featured a somewhat dark setting.
A few seconds after the progress bar finished, they saw a figure that seemed to be running away.
The camera zooms in.
It's Bechfenger.
Everyone frowned, a bad feeling immediately creeping into their hearts.
Amuro Tooru instinctively gripped the sheets tightly, his eyes slightly bloodshot.
In the video, after getting away from them, he stopped at the last spot, leaned against a tree to catch his breath, and stared blankly at the little bear in his hand.
But the next second, a beeping sound from the bracelet caught his attention. The bracelet's screen suddenly turned red, followed by a familiar mechanical female voice.
[Prepare to start the brainwashing process again.]
Behfinger paused for a moment, then his expression shifted between indifference and bitterness.
He squatted down on the spot, clutching his head, and suppressed sobs of pain escaped his lips.
Over the past two minutes, the bracelet flashed a few times: [Warning: The chip implantee is exhibiting extremely strong resistance. The master must issue new instructions to continue brainwashing or activate destruction mode to eliminate the uncontrolled chip implantee.]
The program on the bracelet coldly stated the only two possible fates for Bechfenger.
Behrfinger's face was deathly pale, his eyes darting around, even showing fear.
He took out his phone from his cloak and hesitated for a moment.
The bracelet issued another reminder.
[Preparing to activate Destruction Mode to eliminate uncontrolled chip implanters.]
Behrfinger paused for two seconds, then tapped the dial button.
Before dialing, he paused, muttering to himself in a daze:
"I feel like... I don't know what to say..."
When the call was connected, his expression was somewhat gloomy and bitter.
He looked at the bracelet on his wrist, and in the end, all he could say was "I'm sorry."
But when he heard what the person on the other end said, a faint smile appeared on his pale face.
But the moment Bertrand's voice appeared, his smile turned sad, and the sadness and bitterness in his eyes intensified.
After the call ended, he stared blankly at the countdown on his wristband. The next second, he suddenly threw his phone at his feet and tossed the teddy bear in his hand to the side.
But he couldn't throw it very far.
Then, he slowly picked up the dagger from the ground and slowly stood up.
He gripped the hilt with both hands, the blade pointed at himself.
His hands were trembling slightly, perhaps because he was gripping them too tightly.
Behrfinger closed his eyes, concealing those eyes that had lost their sparkle, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks with a resolute expression.
As crimson blood spurted from his neck, staining his hands and the white blade in them, the young man in his early twenties collapsed, choosing a painful way to die so that he could sleep forever in the quiet mountains where few people would notice him.
The video ended with a shot of Behringer's serene and expressionless face.
Even though no moonlight fell on his face, he was as radiant as the moon.
Blood stained that small patch of land red, and it also reddened their eyes.
They could barely hold their phones.
Amuro Tooru stared at his phone screen, his head slightly lowered, lost in thought.
"I will absolutely not die in the explosion, absolutely not."
The other person's light yet earnest voice lingered in his ears, as if he had said those words just yesterday.
Amuro Tooru raised his hand to cover his eyes, his soft murmur trembling slightly.
"What I want... isn't just your promise, you idiot..."
......
As dawn broke, after a whole day yesterday and the overcast skies of the early morning, the weather was surprisingly clear.
However, the mood of the crowd was far from sunny.
They returned to the scene.
But then they suddenly received news that Behffinger's scattered remains had been taken away by the church.
Upon hearing this, they immediately followed Conan and ran to find Kita Ayane.
However, Kita Ayane simply smiled faintly at their questions, seemingly unconcerned.
He only replied with one sentence: "This is a deal between Bechfenger and my church. You have no right to interfere or know about it."
He then had Percy see the guests out.
Conan couldn't understand why Behefinger would cooperate with the church.
However, Amuro Tooru and Morofushi Kagemitsu had a vague idea of what was going on.
Conan noticed their micro-expressions, but did not ask them anything.
This might concern Behringer's secrets, but he has no reason to ask now.
Since there was no body of Bechfinger, they could only build an empty tomb for him, surrounded by flowers.
Amuro Tooru stood in front of the tombstone, holding the black plush bear in his hand hanging by his side.
Its plastic eyes were bright and sparkling, and the corners of its mouth were slightly curved. It looked very harmless and looked... exactly like its owner.
Amuro Tooru picked it up and glanced at it, noticing a bit of dust on the bear's eyes. He wiped it clean with his fingertips.
"Hello~ I'm Little Bear. My owner loves me the most. Would you like to hear my owner's voice? If you do, just call my name! You can definitely guess what my name is~ right?"
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