Chapter 894 After all, aren't they pursuing perfection?
Seeing the stunned expressions on the faces of the people who had just heard him say that, Bertrand's smile turned somewhat sarcastic.
"You care about her? Then why didn't you help when she went to save Chi-chan? You were clearly hoping she could save Chi-chan, and now that she's sacrificed herself, you're all coming to condemn me?"
"Just because I'm a bad person in your eyes? Okay, I am, but wow~ you guys are so righteous~ you're so amazing~"
Bertrand's tone gradually became sarcastic, and his gaze toward them grew increasingly mocking.
“We are not from the same world, so don’t judge us by your own standards.”
"This only makes me think that your so-called justice is utterly ridiculous."
He scoffed, pulled his plush cat bag from his coat, took out the medicine, and carefully fed it to Qianzhu.
In an instant, the cruise ship fell silent, with only the sounds of the ship moving and the waves lapping against the shore.
Bertrand changed his position, kneeling directly on the floor. He then moved Qianzhu so that he could rest his head on his lap, humming "Little Rabbit, Be Good" intermittently. His mood seemed completely unaffected.
But it's not necessarily the case for the red team.
Just as the atmosphere was getting tense, 311 suddenly appeared.
"Um... he woke up and said he wants to see you."
He held the somewhat listless Kawasaki Machi in his arms.
Zhenzhi rubbed her eyes, looked around groggily, and asked in confusion, "Where's Brother Qingyao?"
"He's been taken for treatment, so you need to cooperate with the medical staff." Before anyone else could speak, Kita Ayane answered his question and had the person in the white coat take him back to the medical room.
After the others left with Machi, Kuno Naya leaned against the railing, toying with a feather fan in her hand, and glanced at 311 to ask, "How is Machi?"
311 scratched his head, "The doctor said his leg was broken, and the chances of recovery are slim. Plus, he's been severely malnourished lately, and so on..."
He repeated what he had heard, looking completely bewildered.
“Hmm…” Kuno Naya Tsuki pondered for a moment, then tapped her fan against her palm. “We’re not good at medical matters, so we can only leave it to Kita Aya’s people.”
Kita Ayane nodded without saying a word.
Just as the atmosphere was about to quiet down, 311 next to them sneezed. Seeing his shivering figure, everyone noticed that he was still wet.
Morobuchi Kagemitsu quickly grabbed an outer garment and draped it over him, saying, "Why don't you change your clothes? You'll easily get sick like this."
311 covered her nose and sneezed again before answering, "It's nothing, I don't get sick that easily, this is just a physiological symptom."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Fujingguang remained silent for a moment.
This really... looks like Behringer crying but still stubbornly refusing to admit it.
"This will get your clothes wet too, you should take it back."
311 had just finished speaking when he sneezed.
Zhu Fujingguang laughed and patted his back helplessly, "You're already sneezing nonstop, so don't refuse."
311 hesitated for a moment, then said, "...Okay."
He lowered his head slightly, pulled his coat tighter around himself, and a thin blush rose on his cheeks, whether from shyness or genuine illness, was hard to tell.
“311.” Amuro Tooru had walked up to him at some point and smiled slightly. “Thank you for reminding us earlier.”
"Huh?" 311 looked up, his cheeks flushing even more. He shook his head shyly. "No... no need to thank me. You don't seem like bad people, because I think you're very nice... and... um..."
He was speaking when a muffled thud suddenly came from his body. 311's eyes widened slightly, and he finally lost his expression and fell backward.
"311!"
The red team, who was initially feeling down, was suddenly startled by this turn of events and quickly walked over to 311.
The moment he collapsed, Amuro Tooru and Morofushi Kagemitsu instinctively reached out to support him.
311 collapsed into their arms, a hole torn in his chest from the muffled explosion that had just occurred, his ruptured heart clearly visible.
His gaze had become empty and dull, and blood kept gushing from his mouth, some of it choking his throat.
311's lips moved slightly, as if she were speaking unconsciously, retaining the body's natural instincts.
"And... I'm a... discarded... experimental subject... I'm... happy that I can help you..."
"3...311?"
As they watched his breath cease, everyone's breathing paused for a moment. An indescribable emotion filled their chests, yet an invisible barrier seemed to isolate them, preventing their expressions from revealing much sadness.
Not far away, Bertrand peeked over with curiosity, muttering to himself as his words pierced them like sharp thorns.
"Oh no, he's dead! He's dead! He's dead!"
"Wow, he looks exactly like Behringer, but he's also dead!"
"If he hadn't told you the information, wouldn't he have survived?"
"How pitiful~"
"Speaking of which, wouldn't you say he died in the explosion?"
Bertrand laughed and fired off words like cannonballs.
But they barely paid him any attention.
Bertrand smiled and didn't seem to care whether they paid attention to him or not; in fact, he seemed to be in an even better mood.
Qianzhu did not wake up until the ship docked. In the end, he was taken to his private hospital by Bei Lingyin and the others.
Watching them leave, Bertrand shrugged and said to Vodka in the driver's seat, "Let's go back."
In the passenger seat, Seeker blinked, thought for a moment, then turned to Bertrand. "That's it?"
Bertrand shrugged, looking completely innocent. "Yeah, why not just let the church do the rest? Why not take free labor?"
“But isn’t Death’s target you?” Seeker frowned.
“Yeah.” Bertrand leaned back nonchalantly.
"Hmph." Gin snorted coldly, "Their purpose in bringing us together is not that simple."
"Ah~" Seeker raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, looking enlightened, but the next second his face fell. "I don't understand."
He has absolutely no concept of conspiracy theories.
He just does whatever he's good at, haphazardly.
“It’s okay if you don’t understand, anyway, we shouldn’t have anything to do with it later~” Bertrand yawned, then leaned against Gin again, “The church will definitely take care of it, after all~ they’re perfectionists, aren’t they?”
Gin, who is often used as a human cushion by him, has gotten used to it and will even put his hand on his head.
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