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

The frozen Vodka looked at his hands in confusion until they heard a gasp from someone who couldn't stop laughing. Then everyone turned their heads stiffly to look at Bertrand, who was lying on the sofa, laughing so hard that his whole body was shaking, with a hint of despair in his eyes.

Bertrand laughed until he lost his voice and his cheeks ached. He pounded the sofa, and intermittent sounds mixed with his laughter reached everyone's ears.

“Help… Hahaha help, this is so hahahaha funny, I can’t stop, goose goose goose goose…”

Several people who have been petrified in the safe house: ...

This was the scene Gin saw when he opened the door after a day's work.

Everyone except Bertrand was slumped in their chairs, looking exhausted, while someone was curled up on the sofa with his back to the door, trembling all over, and the occasional gasp sounded like he was crying.

Gin narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "What's going on?"

The boy paused when he heard his voice, and then trembled even more violently.

Vodka opened his mouth, but he really didn't know how to explain. He could only look helplessly at Bertrand who was still smiling through his sunglasses.

Feeling the air pressure in the room getting lower and lower, Bertrand took a moment to relax, then sat up and turned around.

However, his eyes were still filled with tears from laughing, and his cheeks were red, making him look... more like he was crying because he was bullied.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Bertrand looked at Gin with his watery eyes, looking very aggrieved.

"Koto-chan..."

Bertrand was silent.

Oh, I laughed for too long and my voice is a little trembling, but it’s not a big problem.

So he pointed at Vodka and the others with a shaking hand, "They just scared me..."

Vodka et al: ? ? ! ! ! !

"No! We are innocent!"

Seeing the cold look Gin gave them, several people started talking at once but couldn't get a word together so they told what had just happened.

Gin: "..."

He looked with a chilly gaze at the innocent baby-faced girl squatting on the sofa with her hands around her knees.

Bertrand blinked his eyes. "I'm not wrong. If they hadn't suddenly shouted, I wouldn't have pressed it. Besides, it wasn't a real bomb. Why are you making such a fuss? Who would set up a real bomb like that?"

Vodka, Chianti: You! You crazy guy! Of course you would set it up like that!

Gin went to the room without saying a word.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to control it, but no one can control this jumping little lunatic.

Looking at the silver-haired man's back, Bertranci turned his head to look at Vodka and others and laughed for a long time before slipping back to the room.

It’s so fun, I’ll come again next time.

Chianti, Cohen: ...

"Let's...go do the mission."

"Ah."

Pick up your things and leave.

Vodka, Berry: ...

Barry: "Ahem, I'll leave first then."

Vodka:…

He should go and have a rest.

After taking a shower and washing up, Bertrand changed into pajamas and happily jumped onto the bed. He hugged the cat Bao Bao in his arms and rolled over and rolled himself in the quilt.

He discovered this only after he had finished making the Bertrand Spring Rolls.

light.

It doesn't matter.

Bertrand: ...

"01, send a text message to Qin-chan for me~"

[Okay, host, what do you want to post?]

"Let him come and help me turn off the lights."

01: [?]

[Host... I can also help turn off the lights...]

"Ah? Then you turn it off."

[……OK.]