It's reasonable to have more than 100 million vests in the world of science, right?

Chapter 227 Watching a play?

Bechfinger, who wanted to get the little bear back, paused and blinked. In an instant, his watery purple eyes lost their color and he walked towards the Haido Hotel under the puzzled gazes of Conan and Dr. Agasa.

"Behrfinger!? Where are you going?"

Conan stuck his head out of the window and shouted at him, but the other party seemed not to hear him and walked straight into the Haido Hotel.

Conan frowned suddenly, said something to Professor Agasa, opened the car door, jumped out and ran towards the hotel.

Beichfenger went to the bathroom, quickly changed his clothes and cape, and put on black gloves and a mask.

Covering his blue hair with a hood, he walked towards the wine cellar where Haibara Ai was imprisoned.

When he arrived here, Gin and Vodka had already left, but actually went to the roof.

Beifenger walked lightly to the fireplace, and then stood there motionless.

Although he looks like a rigid machine, he is actually chatting with himself in his mind.

Bei: Remember to bring my little bear back to me later!

Bai: Okay, okay~ Remember to pay attention to your hair~ If you let them find out your identity now, it will be troublesome later~

Bei: Okay, dear~

At this time, Haibara Ai, who had returned to her original form, climbed to the roof through the fireplace.

Bertrand, who was standing in the dark, curled up the corners of his mouth as he watched Gin shoot a bullet at her shoulder, and then listened to him reciting poetry... No, after saying something, he couldn't help but bend down to hold back his laughter.

But I still laughed in the end.

This laughter made Vodka alert instantly and raised his gun towards him, "Who is it!?"

Bertrand: ...

He curled his lips unhappily, walked out of the darkness with his hands on his hips, and glared at Vodka, "Wow, Fu-chan, you actually pointed a gun at me~"

Vodka's hands froze, and then he immediately put his hands behind his back in a panic, trying to cover up his mistake and smirking a few times.

Bertrand laughed, raised his hand and blew a breath of hot air, then ran to Gin's side, "Wuhu~ It's so cold~"

He said it was very cold, but he actually squatted down and grabbed a handful of snow and rolled it into a ball.

Gin:......

"So, what are you doing here? Watching a show?"

Hearing his sinister tone, Bertrand nodded, but looked at Shirley excitedly, "No more~ But Qin-chan, what are you doing? Shoot, shoot!"

Shirley's eyes trembled slightly.

Perhaps she was more afraid of this seemingly innocent little devil than Gin.

Gin let out a light click, stopped talking nonsense, and simply raised his gun and fired several shots at Shirley.

But I don’t know if it’s because she might still be useful to the organization, or if it’s some consciousness at work, but no shot hit the vital points.

Bertrand curled his lips secretly as he looked at Shirley lying in the snow, then took out a few little butterflies from his bag, with an innocent and bright smile on his face.

"Hey, Shirley~ Do you want to look at those beautiful butterflies like Sister Mingmei~"

As he spoke, he opened his arms, and those purple butterflies that seemed to be flashing fluorescent light floated towards Shirley, circling around her, and one of them even landed on her shoulder.

It was exactly the same position as the butterfly that had landed on Miyano Akemi's shoulder.

Shirley gasped, the cold snow and the burning wounds almost numb her whole body.

Bertrand tugged at Gin's clothes, his tone filled with morbid excitement and excitement, "She's so stubborn, shoot her quickly, shoot her in the head, the scene of the blood splattering in the snow will be very beautiful~!"