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

……

Bertrand's exclusive safe house.

As soon as Bechfinger entered the room, he threw himself on Bertrand who was sitting on the sofa.

“Wow, I’m so sad. Why won’t the main body let me be the red side? I really want to stick with the main body, wow…”

Bertrand: ...

"Why not just go secretly?" He rolled his eyes slightly, but grabbed Bechfinger's blue hair in his hands.

Beihefenger took his hand away viciously, and then continued to sob in his arms.

Then he paused after a few seconds, got up and pinched his chin in thought: "That makes sense, then I will go secretly later, as for you..." Bechfinger glanced at Bertranci, "You should stay here and continue studying your specimens."

Bertrand looked at him with crescent eyes, then took out a photo frame from her bag, inside of which was a blue butterfly specimen. After thinking for a moment, she took out two transparent square boxes, one of which contained a goldfish specimen in a swimming position, and the other contained a three-colored koi.

"Which one should I give to the subject?"

He looked really conflicted.

Bechfinger: ...

So how on earth do you manage to fit so much stuff into that little bag?

"Hmm...what about the flowers?" As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized semicircular glass from his bag. Inside was a few white roses and some lavender, which he had even specially made into a flower arrangement.

Looks pretty good?

"Do you think this is appropriate..." Beihefeng was speechless.

"Isn't it appropriate?" Bertrand blinked.

Beichfenger put his left hand palm down, raised the fingertips of his right hand and pressed them against the palm of his left hand, making a stop gesture, "Okay, stop acting, it gives me a headache."

Bertrand: ...

However, after a long silence, Bechfinger couldn't help but speak again: "Why are you in your safe house? Is it because you got drunk at the welcome party, stole Vodka's sunglasses, splashed Cohen with wine, drew on Vermouth's face, took Chianti's gun and shot it randomly, smashed Karasuma Renya's monitor, and finally took off Gin's hat and grabbed his hair to braid his hair, so you were kicked out?"

He recounted the amazing things Bertrand had done.

Pushing the specimens aside, Bertrand bent his left leg and placed it on the edge of the sofa. He placed his right leg on the ankle of his left leg and swung his white and tender calf, while playing with the cross on his collar with his hands.

After hearing what Behringer said, he showed a cute smile on his face, "Yes, Qin-chan kicked me out, and told me not to appear in safe house No. 3 for a month~"

"Finally you are gloriously banned from drinking!" Bechfinger said to him with a smile.

Bertrand's face fell.

"Don't worry, I will taste it for you~" Bechfinger patted his shoulder, seemingly comforting but actually gloating.

Bertrand glared at him and said, "If you say that again, I'll pluck out your eyes and make them into specimens!"

"I'm so scared~" Bechfeng pretended to be shy.

Bertrand looked resentful.

Seeing that it was almost done, Bechfinger pretended to happily take out a...box from his cloak.

How can this be fake? Who can hold such a big wooden box in their arms?

In general, Bertrand and Berger are both very similar to each other.

"What is this?" Bertrand looked at the box curiously.

"A gift for you~"

Bechfinger opened the box and found glass jars filled with body parts soaked in formalin.