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

Looking at her wrist wrapped in bandages, Bertrand pouted, looking unhappy.

Vodka thought he was in pain, so he comforted him, "Don't worry, the bruise will go away soon..."

Hearing his words, Bertrand puffed up his cheeks and pointed at the knot of the bandage, "Why can't you tie a beautiful bow for me?"

Vodka: "..."

He was silent, then tied a beautiful and symmetrical bow again.

Looking at the re-tied bow, Bertrand nodded with satisfaction, then rolled over on the sofa and looked up at Gin beside him, "I'm injured, I have to stay here tonight!"

"Tsk, whatever you want." Gin just glanced at him and continued to wipe the gun in his hand.

He knew that his wrist only looked serious, and this kid was just looking for an excuse to stay here...

Bertrand chuckled, then poked Vodka's arm and said he was hungry.

Helpless Vodka had to cook for him.

Bertrand lay on the sofa for a while out of boredom, then got up and moved towards Gin.

"Qin-chan, do you think Shirley will run away?"

Gin paused, then showed a smile that could scare a child to tears, "Run away? Let's not talk about whether she can escape or not. Even if she escapes, I will find her and kill her!"

Bertrand was silent.

It's like the scene where she's running away and he's chasing her and she can't escape even if she has wings.

As he thought of this, the look he gave Gin became more and more strange.

Gin put away his smile like a master of face-changing, looked at him expressionlessly, and even raised the gun in his hand, "What are you thinking about?"

Bertrand blinked his eyes and blurted out, "I was just thinking about some unspeakable things between you and Shirley."

Gin:......

It's hard, and the fist is hard again.

But before he could say anything, Bertrand put his finger under his chin like a gun and muttered to himself: "But Qin-chan can kill Shirley, who he watched grow up, but doesn't that mean he can kill me too?"

silence.

He glanced at the eerie Gin, then moved his butt a little further away from Gin, still muttering, "Oh, this is so scary..."

Gin sneered twice and put away the gun, "If you dare to betray the organization."

Bertrand whimpered twice, then moved a little further away, "How scary~"

Then, as he was moving, he suddenly stopped as if he remembered something, and then turned his head to stare at Gin.

"That's not right! I was picked up by Master Karasuma! Why are you the one doing the fighting? If anyone should do the fighting, it should be Master!"

He pointed at Gin and yelled something, and then the topic changed again.

"Wait, if the old man does it himself, what will he do? Will he give me two bullets? But if I can choose, I would prefer to use a butterfly to prick me." There was a dilemma on his little face.

Gin: "..."

Bertrand chattered, turned his head to look at Gin, and then moved closer to him.

As he approached, he kept talking: "Gin, what would you do?"

Then, without waiting for him to speak, she continued, "I think you can pour the poison into the water in front of me and let me drink it. After I die, you can make me into a complete, exquisite and lovely specimen. But there is no taxidermist as good as me in the world. What if those taxidermists with mediocre skills ruin me? Wouldn't it be a waste of such a lovely me!"

"No, you should just take care of my body and store it in an ice coffin..."