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Chapter 304 Today I blame myself

"He ran away as soon as Brother Qianzhu showed up..."

Xiaolan touched her head distressedly, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Chitake is a really unlucky guy." Kogoro Mori sighed helplessly.

Conan on the side lowered his head, and the shadow obscured the emotions on his face.

It seems that Qianzhu has been injured frequently since he met them...

The people waiting had different thoughts, but they were still worried about Qianzhu.

Finally, the operating indicator light dimmed and Qianzhu, who was lying on the hospital bed, was pushed out.

This time he was given a local anesthetic, so when he was pushed out he blinked at the worried people.

"Qianzhu, how are you?" Xiaolan and others accompanied him to the ward.

"Fortunately, I'm fine." Qian Zhu smiled.

Maori Kogoro had a few black lines sliding down his forehead. He pointed at the bandage wrapped around his arm and said, "You're still saying nothing is wrong after all this?"

A drop of helpless cold sweat appeared on Qianzhu's forehead. He raised his other hand to rub Huiyuan Ai's head and said softly, "I'm glad that Ai is okay."

Huihara Ai lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

Qian Zhu saw through it and gently smoothed her hair, as gentle as the rare warm sunshine in the cold winter, "Don't blame yourself. If I didn't save you, I would regret it even more."

Haibara Ai paused, raised her head and looked at Chitake who was smiling at her gently. Her eyes became slightly moist, and then she quickly lowered her head again.

At this moment, she suddenly felt...

The light seemed to actually fall on her.

……

At the same time, inside safe house No. 3.

"Astey! What are you doing!" The silver-haired baby-faced boy covered his arm which was emitting pain, tears in his eyes, and glared angrily at the cloaked man who was kneeling on one knee in front of him.

Asti remained silent.

Inner thought: Today I blame myself.

Bai: But you have to do the whole performance.

Gin and Vermouth, who were holding wine glasses, both frowned and looked at Asti with cold and unhappy eyes.

Bertrand was shaking all over, not sure whether from anger or pain.

It's fake.

He randomly picked up the glass on the table and threw it at Asti.

With a crisp sound, the glass hit Asti's forehead steadily, fell to the ground and broke into pieces, stained bright red by the dripping blood.

Bertrand gritted his teeth, stared at him gloomily, snorted coldly, and fell back on the sofa, "Pack up the glass and get out."

"……Yes."

Asti numbly picked up the broken glass on the ground like a robot, then stood up and left safe house No. 3.

As soon as he left, Vermouth put down the wine glass in his hand and moved to sit next to Bertranci, looking around at his arm, "Sweetheart, are you really not going to bring him back to the organization and put him under house arrest?"

Bertrand yawned and leaned his head on her shoulder. "It's not the right time yet. There are people watching him secretly. Some of them said something strange..."

"Okay, as long as you have your own ideas." Vermouth touched his head lovingly and agreed with him unconditionally.

Bertrand snorted twice and began to act coquettishly to Vermouth and Gin in turn.

After leaving the safe house, Asti found a place to change his cloak, raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and thought for a while.

If he doesn't exchange it for some emotional points, his wound will be in vain!