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

Qianzhu endured the itch in his throat, took out his cell phone, texted Xiaolan, and walked out the door, even closing the door considerately.

He hailed a taxi on the roadside, told the name of the place, and then closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.

But the pain in his chest became more and more obvious, and he even felt that breathing was becoming more and more difficult.

After the car stopped, Qianzhu endured the discomfort, paid the fare, and got off the car, walking towards Qianye's house with somewhat floating steps.

After entering the room, he didn't even have time to turn on the lights. He accurately picked up the medicine bottle in the dark, poured out two pills and swallowed them directly.

The pain in the chest gradually dissipated, Qianzhu fell weakly on the sofa, breathing slightly, his amber eyes were empty at this moment, even the moonlight coming in through the glass could not illuminate them at all.

He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand suddenly appeared and covered the medicine bottle on the table.

Then, the owner of the hand gently picked up Qianzhu from the sofa and sent him back to the room.

After covering him with the quilt, the sound of a door closing was heard softly.

……

A moment passed by in a flash.

Oh, time cannot be described like this. After all, this is a scientific world where time is chaotic.

Bertrand, who had just woken up, stood expressionlessly at the door, looking at the safe house with a banner that said "Welcome Newcomers". He yawned with sleepy eyes and clicked on Conan's live broadcast room.

After taking a look at the environment where he was, Bertrand's half-moon eyes could not remember.

So I opened the live broadcast room of Kogoro Maori.

Oh, a Mediterranean-looking bearded man came into view.

The impression was immediate.

However, Kogoro Mouri is investigating the commission of an affair, which is something he is particularly good at.

It was still early and there was no one else in the safe house except Vodka, who was making breakfast for Bertrand.

And Gin is probably in 007 again.

It’s so hard.

Bertrand offered an insincere sympathy.

I reached into my bag, intending to take out a lollipop, but instead I touched a smooth, round stone.

After taking out the cat's eye stone that was about to be forgotten and looking at it, Bertrand thought for a moment, then got up and slipped away to the room where the tools were kept.

There was a sudden clanging sound from the room with the door open. Vodka, who had just come out of the kitchen, was so scared that he trembled all over and almost dropped the breakfast in his hands.

He thought some little lunatic was doing something bad again.

But he didn't dare to go and check.

He could only put breakfast on the table and glance towards the tool room from time to time with a reserved look.

Finally, the noise inside stopped, and Bertrand came out with a happy look on his face, holding a necklace in his hand.

A gem that looks like a cat's eye is assembled on the leather collar, and a silver cross necklace pendant hangs below the collar.

Seeing Vodka, Bertrand's eyes lit up, and he ran over excitedly to show him the necklace in his hand, "Look, Vodka! Isn't this beautiful? This cat's eye stone was given to me by the old man! It's just right for making a necklace!"

Vodka looked at the thing in his hand quietly, and after confirming that it was not a dangerous item, he breathed a sigh of relief. Staring at Bertrand's starry eyes, Vodka nodded repeatedly: "It looks good, very good!"

After getting the answer he wanted to hear, Bertrand put on the collar with satisfaction, and after buckling it, he immediately slipped away to look for a mirror.