Chapter 888: They don't seem like good people.
Bertrand his head, then ran over with a grin and squeezed into a sofa with him.
He glanced at Qianzhu's phone screen, then immediately turned it off and cupped Qianzhu's face in his hands, making her look at him.
Bertrand gently cupped Qianzhu's chin with one hand, looking at him with a smile, while using the other hand to comb his black hair.
"Hehe~ Chichan, what you said makes a lot of sense, but what does that have to do with me?"
Although Bertrand looked at Qianzhu with a smile, there wasn't much of a smile in his eyes.
Qianzhu's face was still somewhat pale. He removed Bertrand's hand, glanced at him calmly, and rested his forehead on his hand, looking slightly tired.
He sighed helplessly, closed his eyes briefly, and lowered his voice, "Do whatever you think is best."
The boy was extremely dissatisfied with his perfunctory words. He puffed out his cheeks and was about to say something when a glass of water was handed to him. He turned around and was met with 311's bright smile.
"Water at 61 degrees Celsius is just right."
Bertrand's expression immediately became indescribable. He reached out to take the water glass, but quickly withdrew his hand as 311 let go.
The glass water glass crashed to the ground with a clatter, but because there was a carpet underneath, the glass didn't break; only the carpet got wet.
311 blinked, seemed to be stunned for a moment, then naturally picked up the cup and ran to find a towel, looking very busy.
The others were stunned by the sudden turn of events, and then glared angrily at Bertrand.
Bertrand blinked innocently. "Why are you looking at me like that? I just accidentally dropped it."
"Didn't hold on properly? You clearly pulled your hand back on purpose just now." Liu Qingyao clicked her tongue lightly, her gaze towards him containing a hint of mockery.
Upon hearing this, Bertrand instantly put on a wronged look, turned to the side and pitifully snuggled into Qianzhu's arms.
Qianzhu frowned slightly, grabbed the back of his collar, and tried to pull him away.
But Bertrand simply reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering, "Why are you all protecting him? Waaah, poor Behringer, he's only been dead for a month and a replacement has already appeared..."
He touched the crocodile tears from the corner of his eye, and at the end, he burst into laughter, "Hahaha, so you guys don't really care about Behrfinger that much, huh?"
His words gave everyone a jolt.
"Shut up!" Amuro Tooru couldn't control his emotions and glared at Bertrand, gritting his teeth as he squeezed out a few words.
"Tch~" Bertrand removed his expression, ignoring the slight choking sensation from his collar being pulled up, and pressed his cheek against Qianzhu's chest, listening to his heartbeat as he chuckled:
"It's just something that looks like him, yet it can cause you such a big reaction."
As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at number 311, who had just run back with a towel.
"No, these emotions of ours are purely directed at you." Amuro Tooru slightly curled the corners of his lips and spoke with a cold smile.
Zhu Fujingguang got up and helped 311, who was squatting down, to his feet. He gently patted 311's head and said with a warm smile, "Let me help you."
When he pulled her up, 311 looked bewildered and tried to stop him, saying, "Um... let me do this... it's fine."
Before his fingertips could even touch the fabric of Morofushi Kagemitsu's clothes, Amuro Tooru moved it aside.
311 scratched his head, looking completely bewildered.
Just as he was about to go back, he felt a vibration in his pocket.
He took the five-centimeter-wide electronic cube communicator out of his pocket, glanced at it, and then unconsciously smiled. After putting the communicator back in his pocket, he turned to everyone and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, it's almost time. Please follow me to the lobby."
The crowd, who had just been angry, immediately turned their attention to him upon hearing this.
Kuno Naya's eyes flickered slightly. As she stood up, she took Kita Aya's hand and pulled him up.
Bertrand raised an eyebrow, finally getting out of Qianzhu's arms, then stood up, still holding his arm. "Oh dear, the banquet is about to start! Qian-chan, let's hurry up and go~"
He hummed a tune as he pulled Qianzhu along, following behind No. 311 to the hall.
Qianzhu did not refuse, but glanced at him indifferently, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.
The others remained silent, but followed suit quietly.
Liu Qingyao looked extremely pale, and Ran Mouri's worried gaze frequently fell on him.
Noticing her gaze, Liu Qingyao gave her a reassuring smile.
However, Ran Mouri was not comforted at all. After all, his smile, coupled with his pale face, made it seem as if he would shatter at any moment.
Not long after they stepped into the hall, Gin and the others arrived, led by other Death members.
The strong smell of alcohol instantly made Ai Haibara's body and mind tense up.
However, Gin only glanced at her before looking away, without showing any extra emotion.
Their attention wasn't on her, which made Ai Haibara breathe a slight sigh of relief, but she subconsciously moved a little closer to Chizuru.
The moment Gin and the others appeared, Bertrand released Chizuru and ran towards them.
As Gin caught Bertrand, who was lunging at him, his gaze swept over Conan and the others. After meeting Kuno Naya's eyes, his gaze lingered on Amuro Tooru for a moment.
Finally, he helped Bertrand to the sofa next to them and sat down.
Although they were disguised, Conan and his friends recognized Gin and Vodka almost all of them. They guessed that the person chatting and laughing with Bertrand was Seeker.
Ran Mouri, who shouldn't be a main character in the storyline, was a little confused, but she could tell that the men in black didn't seem like good people.
But Xiao Ye seems so affectionate with them...
Ran Mouri carefully observed them, sitting quietly beside Naya Kuno.
Conan sat down next to her, his gaze lingering on her face for two seconds before shifting back to Bertrand and the others.
311 was busy pouring tea and wine for them.
"Welcome to this banquet. Please forgive any shortcomings in our service."
A deep, resonant voice, mellow with the passage of time, drifted over, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Gaius sat in a wheelchair, being pushed by Hoshino Tsukasa.
He wore a friendly and relaxed smile and waved gently at them.
"You invited us here not just so we could experience Death's services, right?"
Kuno Naya crossed her legs and glanced calmly at Gaius.
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