Chapter 956 [Viewing Style] This child's experience is even more tragic than his.
Behringer stared wide-eyed at Xiao Ye, his deep purple pupils filled with excitement and uncertainty.
Really? Really? Really?
Xiao Ye raised her eyebrows and nodded with a smile.
After receiving an affirmative answer, Bechfenger became somewhat confused.
Looking at the black-haired boy sitting on a bench in the distance, basking in the sun, he hesitated and looked at Xiao Ye: "...Shouldn't we go over there?"
Xiao Ye's smile vanished instantly. He casually brushed back the bangs that were partially obscuring his eyes. "The past? What's the point of the past? Do you think he still remembers us? If he does, why hasn't he contacted us all these years?"
Behrfinger paused, "Or...maybe it's because of him..."
"Alright, we've seen it all, let's go back." Xiao didn't intend to listen to his excuses and pulled him away.
"Huh?? Then why did we come here?" Behfinger looked back every few steps, and on the fifth time he looked back, he found that the boy had already gotten up and gone back to his apartment.
"I'm just letting you take a look," Xiao replied indifferently.
Behrfinger: "..."
He looked back one last time, feeling dejected.
Ran Mouri: "Was that Chizuru just now?"
Sonoko Suzuki: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen Chizuru in any scenes since the part where Bechfenger and the others met Mr. R."
Conan Edogawa: "Something must have happened."
...
Although Xiao had told him not to go looking for Xiao Qian anymore, Behefinger still couldn't help but sneak over to see him all the time.
Then they discovered that he seemed to be having trouble adjusting to the new environment, often feeling unwell or even falling ill, so they ended up moving to a different place.
Behrfinger: "..."
He felt relieved after confirming Xiaoqian's new address.
With nothing else to do, Behrfinger often loitered around the neighborhood.
Liu Qingyao: "Gu Gu...you seem like a perverted stalker."
Upon hearing this, Qianzhu raised her hand to cover her mouth and chuckled softly.
Behrfinger pouted, "I'm just worried about Chi-chan."
However, he didn't linger for long before being dragged back to do a mission.
Looking at Xiao Ye, who was already dressed and ready for the morning, Behfinger was stunned. "Am I hallucinating?"
Xiao Ye rolled her eyes. "Didn't I say I'd go with you after this mission? Let's go when you're ready."
“Oh…” Behfinger responded and followed Xiao Ye to their destination.
The task wasn't urgent, so they leisurely set off in their car.
After getting off the bus, Behringer took out a booklet, glanced at it, and then frowned. "So, what exactly does this mission mean?"
Xiao Ye glanced at the old house in front of her, then shrugged dismissively, "I don't know. Since we're already here, let's go inside and take a look."
"All right."
Looking at the house, which was both visually and emotionally eerie, Behfinger shrank back, feeling a sense of unease. But seeing Xiao Ye's back, he quickly caught up with him.
"Xiao Ye, wait for me!"
Pushing open the somewhat dilapidated door, Behfinger scooped up Xiao Ye in her arms. "Ouch, it's definitely even more gloomy and terrifying inside!"
The little girl, who was being held like a doll, lowered her eyelashes speechlessly, glanced around, let Behefinger in, and then closed the door.
The lights flickered several times before coming back on, dispelling some of the eerie atmosphere in the hall.
Although her posture wasn't great, she was happy not to have to walk herself, so Xiao Ye directed, "Let's go take a look over there."
“Okay.” Behringer said in a trembling voice, and walked toward the direction Xiao Ye pointed.
"You don't need to be so scared, do you?" Xiao Ye swung her toes, and out of nowhere, she pulled out a bag of nuts and started crunching on them, occasionally feeding them to Behefinger.
Chewing on the fragrant, crunchy nuts, Behringer's tension instantly dissipated. "These nuts are so delicious! (chewing)"
"Right, right! This is what Fushi-chan brought back for me from Hokkaido! I'll ask him to bring more next time. (chewing)"
Xiao also happily discussed nuts with him.
The two walked and talked, but didn't find anything special after walking around the first floor, so they went to the second floor to take a look.
They spent the entire morning searching the house but found nothing unusual.
Since the kitchen equipment was still usable, they prepared a simple lunch there.
After finishing lunch, Xiao Ye slumped in her chair, swung her legs, thought for a moment, and looked at Behefinger, saying, "Beibei, do you think it's possible there's a basement here?"
Behrfinger blinked, thought for a moment, and replied, "That's possible."
"Oh, I see. Then I'll trouble you to look for it."
After saying that, Xiao yawned, pushed a few chairs together, spread out a blanket, took out a pillow and a small blanket, and lay down to take a nap.
Behrfinger: "..."
He opened his mouth slightly, but in the end, he silently took out a calming scented candle, placed it on the table, and lit it. After dealing with this matter, he obediently went to find the basement, which he didn't know if it even existed.
However, he felt that this type of apartment is usually inhabited by wealthy people, and it is perfectly normal for them to have their own basement or to build one themselves.
Some of them are just a bit hard to find...
Behringer sighed and, based on his experience, went to the study, master bedroom, and other places most likely to have passageways to check them carefully.
Finally, they found the switch for the basement passage in the small study in the master bedroom.
Looking at the pitch-black passage, Behffiner hesitated for a moment before taking out a flashlight and going down alone.
The basement was quite deep, dark, and a cold wind was blowing through it.
It made Behringer, who was all alone, feel as if many companions had appeared around him...
That's what I think, but...
There really is a voice talking in my ear...
“Behrfinger…”
Feeling a chilly breath on his ear, Behringer trembled and looked around abruptly.
"No way? There really is a ghost?"
He muttered something under his breath, then his eyes lit up instantly, "Wow! That feels so exciting!"
The voice: "..."
“Behrfinger…come over here, come to me…”
Behrfinger frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly walked in the direction the voice indicated.
About ten minutes later, Behfinger stood in front of a closed door, bending slightly to look at a black cloth strip hanging on the handle with curiosity and suspicion. There were also unintelligible symbols on it.
It feels like a witchcraft incantation.
The voice that had summoned Behringer continued to call to him through the door, enticing him to open it.
Behrfinger frowned and took several steps back with a look of disgust on his face.
Just now, he thought of many movies, anime, and comics that he had watched with Xiao Ye, and he imagined a lot of bad things. Once this strange door is opened, a lot of trouble will happen.
Behrfinger stared at the door warily, inching backward little by little.
The voice remained silent for a moment, then spoke again before Behfinger could run away, its tone tinged with sadness and melancholy.
"To be honest, I'm a magician just like you."
Behffiner suddenly stopped in his tracks. Although he didn't turn around, he leaned slightly toward the door and pricked up one ear.
Do you know what witchcraft is?
The voice suddenly asked a question.
Behringer frowned in surprise but did not answer.
He didn't care whether he would answer or not, but continued to speak to himself in a melancholy tone:
"About sixty years ago, I met a sorcerer. Sorcerers are all wicked and heinous beings. Of course, there are exceptions, but the sorcerer I met was one of them."
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Bechfinger, who was about to say "You're lying!" and run away, paused, then continued to listen intently.
"That sorcerer committed countless evil deeds, causing chaos in many places. I used up most of my magical energy to stop him, but later his descendants united to imprison me in this sunless cage..."
He spoke in a very tragic manner, completely portraying himself as a weak and pitiful victim.
Behrfinger looked at her with pity and sympathy, "You're so pitiful..."
He was immediately pleasantly surprised, and his tone unconsciously became urging, "Then please help me, okay? Help me open this door, and after I get out, I can help you fulfill your wish!"
“I don’t want to.” Just a second ago, Behringer was overflowing with sympathy, but the next second he refused decisively.
'he':……
"Why? We're both magicians, please help me, okay? I really wouldn't lie to you." There was a hint of pitiful pleading in her voice.
Behefinger frowned in confusion. "I don't know you, and mages also have different stances. Are you a blue mage, a red mage, or a white mage? If you're a black mage, that won't do."
He paused for a moment. He had finally managed to get a relatively naive and easily fooled little magician to come here. How could he let him go so easily?
So he replied, "I am the Blue Mage."
This time it was Behefinger's turn to be silent. He raised his hand to touch his eyes, and after a few seconds he spoke up: "Really? Then what do you think about the appearance of children of other colors in your tribe?"
He paused for a moment, muttering to himself, "What kind of question is this?" But he still had to answer it.
He coughed and replied in a kind, elder-like tone, "No matter what kind of child they are, they are all important treasures in our clan. Differences in hair color, eye color, or even skin color should not be a reason for a child to be discriminated against."
Bechfenger paused slightly upon hearing this, then smiled and said, "You're right."
Just when 'he' thought the matter was settled, Behefinger's expression and tone suddenly turned cold. "But you're lying to me. You're not a Blue Mage. A Blue Mage wouldn't have such friendly thoughts as you!"
The dark sorcerer behind the door fell silent.
Clearly, the mage on the other side of the door was a child of the Blue Magic Family. Although he hadn't paid much attention to the situation of other magic families for hundreds of years, he had roughly learned some things from the conversation just now.
But...
He sighed. "No, I am a member of the Blue Magic faction, and that's truly what I think. Otherwise, why do you think I've been locked up here without any of my family members coming to rescue me? It's because my ideas and beliefs are different from theirs. I've had enough of their prejudice, so I left alone to live by myself. If you think so too, then forget it..."
In the end, his tone carried an indescribable sorrow.
Bechfinger suddenly hesitated.
He made a lot of sense, and Bechfenger believed him even more.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Then... do you have a way to prove you're a blue mage?"
The black magician behind the door grinned, revealing a sinister smile, but his tone was perfectly disguised.
He paused for a moment before sighing and saying, "Put your hand on the door."
Once he actually puts his hand on it, he can easily find an easier way to leave!
The dark mage couldn't contain his excitement, and wisps of black smoke rose from his body.
"Is that all there is to it?" Behringer tilted his head in confusion.
As a child who didn't receive much care and education from his biological family, Behffinger was really easy to fool, especially since the other party was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.
“Okay.” Behringer nodded, and without any hesitation, stretched out his hand and placed his palm on the door.
A few strands of black magic attached to the door silently seeped into Behffinger's body.
The dark sorcerer instantly gained access to the negative memories in Behefinger's mind.
He was silent for a moment.
No, this child's experience is even more tragic than his.
But he had no intention of showing sympathy; after all, he wanted to leave the place that had trapped him for so many years!
As an unconventional dark magician, his greatest skill is to mentally break down his opponent and then quickly seize temporary control of their body.
Simply put, it means turning the other person into a one-time control puppet.
Since the other party remained completely still for a long time, Behefinger retracted its claws and looked at the black mark that had appeared on its palm with a puzzled expression. "Huh?"
This scene left everyone feeling scared in the beginning and extremely tense in the end.
Even the more excited Sonoko Suzuki and Kazuha Toyama shouted:
"Behrfinger! Don't trust him!!! He's a bad guy!!"
Like watching a movie.
Behrfinger was also aggrieved.
Shouting now seems pointless, since it's already happened.
The others hadn't forgotten either, but still, caught up in the emotions, they glared angrily at the dark wizard on the screen, muttering curses under their breath.
It's like a heartless black magician deceiving innocent and kind children, or a grown adult choosing to harm a poor, innocent child instead of thinking of a better way...
Since everyone was criticizing the dark magician, no one present would choose to blame Behrfinger.
What a joke! No one would really blame a child who is already pitiful, let alone a kind-hearted one.
Although I can be a little silly at times.
Behrfinger was deeply moved but dared not move.
Oh, of course, the one who dares not move is him on the screen.
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