Chapter 959 [Viewing Body] But he disappeared very quickly.
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Behringer, who previously sympathized with a certain model worker, has now become a model worker himself, in fact, a model worker for two organizations, traveling all over the world.
Action and execution capabilities will be boosted dramatically.
The only thing that didn't increase was his already meager rest time.
The sky was dark and gloomy, and a light rain was falling. Pedestrians on the street took out their umbrellas and opened them.
A figure ran through the pedestrians, without an umbrella in hand or any rain gear on.
The continuous rain quickly soaked through his clothes.
Behrfinger glanced at the route, turned and ran into the underground parking lot of a shopping mall, hiding behind a car.
During this short period of time, he checked the details of the tasks he was about to undertake, looking as if he wanted to use every second count.
Putting her phone away, Behringer raised her hand to rub her temples, then pursed her lips and swallowed to suppress the itch in her throat.
When other footsteps could be heard in the quiet parking lot, Behringer held his breath, moved his feet lightly, and a tranquilizer gun quietly appeared in his hand.
"That guy must be hiding here, everyone go find him!" A voice in English, tinged with suppressed anger, rang out, and the huddled footsteps immediately dispersed.
Behfinger kept a close eye on the guy who stayed in place, protected by several burly men.
He pondered for a moment, then took out another smoke grenade and randomly threw it toward the target.
The moment the smoke erupted, Behfinger quickly moved to another spot, raised his gun, and fired several shots at them. Before the targets could react, all the bodyguards around him fell down, and the next second, he himself fell down as well.
Before his other bodyguards could run back, Behringer ran over, grabbed him by the collar, and then teleported him short distance away.
At the same time, a gunshot rang out.
Using teleportation to a deserted place, Behefinger casually tossed the unconscious man aside, then raised his hand to cover the spot where he had been hit by a bullet, leaned against the wall for a moment to recover, and then took out his wand to use healing magic, but he stopped after only healing half of it.
He casually pocketed the bullet, then carried the target back to his car, which he had parked there earlier. He drove to his destination, and before getting out of the car, he put on a black cloak.
After leaving the person inside, he left without saying a word.
The person waiting there for the target to be brought over glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually quite afraid of this guy. The scene of Asti shooting his teammate in the head without warning was still vivid in his mind.
Behrfinger was unaware that his "teammates" were afraid of him; he had to hurry to the next mission location.
The rain showed no signs of stopping; in fact, it got even heavier.
Many people complained about today's weather forecast, but Behrfinger didn't seem to care.
So what if it's raining heavily? Even a storm can't stop him from doing his mission.
Böhfenger numbly ignored his soaked clothes, glanced at the time displayed on his wristband, and drove to the next destination.
He knew perfectly well that someone was deliberately targeting him, but he wasn't keen on making a fuss about it.
He should have died when he was part of Unit 311.
This was the first time the theater showed what it was like to see Behringer doing his mission. The previous missions were omitted, and most of what was shown earlier was colorful, interesting, or quickly became interesting content—a typical "slap followed by a sweet treat" approach.
The color tone of this clip is very dark.
Unlike the colors adjusted when taking a photo, this is the true gray color of the world.
I glanced at Bechfenger, who was sleeping on the table, and the theater was so quiet that only the sound from the screen could be heard.
After completing all the tasks, Behringer, whose tense nerves had relaxed, suddenly fell straight to the ground, seemingly no different from the plastic bag next to him.
A few seconds later, he got up on his own, dizzy and disoriented, and returned to the car, where he slumped over the steering wheel and fell asleep.
But his clothes were still wet, and he woke up from the cold not long after.
The little bear who had climbed out saw him like this and quickly gestured for him to go back first.
Behrfinger glanced at him, then forced himself to drive back, thankfully there weren't many cars on the road at that hour.
Upon opening the door and returning to the room, Bechfinger fell down again with a thud, his sickly pale face now flushed with a sickly red.
The little bear tugged at him anxiously, wanting him to change into some dry clothes.
But Behrfinger kept his eyes closed and ignored him.
It wasn't that she was asleep.
Instead, he fainted from the Guqi incident.
Seeing that he couldn't wake his owner, the little bear had no choice but to drag the blanket over himself, a tiny bear toy, and then painstakingly covered him with it.
It rubbed its hands together, stood to the side panting, thought for a moment, then found the phone on Behfinger's body, opened the contact list, and dialed the number with the nickname "Moon".
The call was quickly answered, and a gentle voice came from the phone:
"Hello, this is Chino. May I ask who you are and what can I do for you?"
The little bear paused for a moment, then raised its hand and scratched its head.
It can't talk, what should I do?
No, no! You dialed the wrong number! You should be calling for Maru!!
Just as it was hesitating whether to wait for the other party to hang up on their own, a voice came from the other end, "Hello? What's wrong?"
Behringer, who was lying on the ground, shuddered, opened his eyes groggily, and sat up abruptly upon hearing the voice. He grabbed the phone and quickly said, "Sorry, wrong number!"
He hung up the phone immediately after speaking, then collapsed to the ground, limp and weak. He closed his eyes briefly before calling Kawasaki Masuru.
Liu Qingyao's expression was complicated, and she hesitated to speak. "I know, it must be because Qianye-kun is not in the United States, so he pretended to dial the wrong number because he was feeling sad."
As he spoke, he nodded, finding it quite reasonable.
After getting up and glancing at where the broadcast had taken place, Behringer gave Liu Qingyao a speechless look: "..."
How wonderful it would be to be as quiet as in the previous segment.
Such a handsome guy, all he has is a mouth.
After successfully making contact with Kawasaki Maru, Behffiner lay on the ground again, limp and lifeless like a cooked mushroom strip.
When Kawasaki Maru arrived, she saw him lying on the ground, soaking wet and sticky. When she touched his forehead, it was so hot it could steam an egg.
He could even see a wisp of smoke rising from his body.
Kawasaki Maru: ...Are we really that close?
After changing Behringer's clothes and cooling him down, he woke up early the next morning.
My head is still spinning.
Behrfinger drank some water, leaned against the bed, and looked utterly listless.
"...I'm sorry to have troubled you again."
His voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were full of apology.
"No," Kawasaki Maru, who brought him breakfast, replied directly. "Eat your breakfast first."
Behringer nodded, obediently ate his breakfast, and then took his medicine.
Kawasaki Masuru left after his fever subsided.
The room quickly returned to quiet.
Behrfinger stared blankly ahead until the little bear suddenly appeared in his sight, bringing him back to his senses.
Poking at the bear's ear, Behringer suddenly spoke softly, as if asking it a question, or perhaps asking himself:
Do you think I'm a bit useless?
The little bear paused for a moment, then shook its head repeatedly, shaking it vigorously, as if it wanted to shake its head to deny what it had said.
Behringer pressed his fingers against its head, a smile appearing on his still somewhat pale face. "I know, if you shake your head again, it'll fall off."
"Okay, let's go to sleep."
He patted the bear's head, placed it beside him, lay down, pulled the blanket over himself, leaving only his eyes and above exposed.
He stared blankly at a certain point, his purple eyes, which had been sparkling with a smile just a moment ago, now dull and gray, like the gloomy sky outside the window that didn't match the weather forecast.
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After completing his mission in the United States, Behringer returned to Japan.
He's always like a little sun in public, but a walking corpse in private.
Despite her injured leg, Behringer skipped and hopped over to Chizuru with a big smile, "Chizuru-chan~ Where are you going? Take me with you~"
Qianzhu glanced at him, smiled slightly, and said, "I don't plan to go anywhere, but if you want to go out and have fun, you can ask Qingyao and the others to accompany you."
After saying that, he turned and went back into the house.
"Huh?" Behefinger watched the door close with longing eyes, then turned to look at Liu Qingyao, who was sunbathing to the side.
Liu Qingyao opened her eyes, glanced at him, sighed, and asked him seemingly unrelatedly, "Jumping Mushroom, aren't you tired?"
Behringer blinked. "I didn't do anything today, of course I'm not tired."
Liu Qingyao gave him a deep look, then stood up from her chair. "Alright, whatever you want to do, I'll go with you."
Behrfinger blinked again, and answered shyly, "...I don't know."
Liu Qingyao: "..."
After a moment's thought, he tentatively asked, "Want to go to the video game store?"
"Let's go! Let's go now!" Behefinger said excitedly, pulling Liu Qingyao along.
Seeing that Behefinger had played every type of video game that didn't require using one's legs, Liu Qingyao helplessly shrugged. Once he lost interest, she dragged Behefinger back to the Chino residence.
Qianzhu glanced at them, then gave Beihefeng a glass of hot milk and said, "Go to bed early tonight."
Behrfinger's eyes lit up, and he nodded. "Okay!"
Liu Qingyao: "? What about me?"
The two of them turned to look at him.
Liu Qingyao: "..."
Liu Qingyao said with a serious expression, "That's right, I've been isolated."
Behrfinger: "Eek—"
When I returned to my room that night, I didn't turn on the lights. I closed the door and sat down on the bed.
He bent slightly, covered his face with his hands, and after a long while, his muffled voice came out in a low voice:
"Actually... I feel so tired."
Liu Qingyao looked at the pretending-to-sleep Behringer with an expression that said, "I knew it."
"Still not admitting it, you little rascal."
Behrfinger waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away flies.
Liu Qingyao: "..."
They suffered a setback.
He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the screen.
What's playing on the screen now is the "bloody artist" who has been the subject of much discussion in the United States for some time. (134-135)
Red team: "..."
Huh? That cruel "bloody artist" is their innocent, kind, and harmless Behringer?
impossible.
That bastard Bertrand is controlling Behringer to do bad things again!
Resentment towards Bertrand is increasing.
Black: "..."
Tsk.
Even a fool could tell that this guy is that perverted Asti.
Poor guy Cook.
Hmm? A traitor?
Oh! He deserved it!
Asti did a great job!
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The previous segment was still generating a lot of discussion, but the next segment completely silenced everyone.
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Just before he was about to be completely controlled, with tears still lingering in his eyes and his expression gradually becoming listless and dull, only a voice remained uttered from his mouth before he completely lost consciousness.
He said to the boy in front of him:
"Run, get out of here... From now on, don't... show me any mercy."
He managed a weak smile.
Before his consciousness faded, his last thought was—
"Conan and Ai will definitely not retaliate against him because they're soft-hearted, so..."
Please, anyone, just take care of me.
I'm so scared.
Some people's eyes quietly reddened.
Some people lowered their heads to hide the emotions on their faces.
Some people also focused their attention on a person within the white area who was wrapped in black.
The moon in the night sky was completely obscured by a thick layer of clouds, so tightly sealed that not a single ray of light could be seen.
Only one person was running in the dimly lit mountain forest.
It's unclear whether they're searching or hiding.
Finally, he got tired.
He stopped leaning against a tree.
He felt somewhat lost and afraid.
Then he left something behind, picking up the dagger that had fallen to the ground during the countdown.
It turned the sharp edge towards itself.
His trembling hands betrayed his fear and hesitation.
But the next second...
The resolute spray of blood loosened the clouds, allowing a sliver of light to pierce through.
The boy, draped in black, lay in the darkness, only the blood flowing from his neck retaining its vibrant color.
The loud noise startled the clouds, and they scattered.
It allowed the bright moon to glimpse that blue tinged with gray and other colors.
But he disappeared very quickly.
"..."
Suppressed sobs could be heard in the darkened theater.
The screen went dark, and a final white "END" appeared in the center.
The screening room gave them some time to calm down.
Then, without the slightest hint of emotion, he spoke again:
[The screening for this audience member has ended. The next audience member may draw a new audience member.]
When the blue light stopped on him, Seeker hesitated for a moment.
Because he always felt that Xiao Ye would be the next person to be watched in a movie.
He randomly picked one.
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