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

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and Gin, who couldn't bear it any longer, covered his mouth with his hand and physically interrupted his chattering.

Bertrand's little eyes:?_?

Pulling Gin's hand away, Vodka came over with food.

After a simple dinner, Bertrand was sent to bed.

In the room upstairs, Bertrand stuck his head out of the window and watched the model worker of the organization and his driver continue to go to 007.

He smacked his lips, thought for a moment, then turned off the lights and got into bed.

After smoothing the fur on the cat's body, Bertrand held it in his arms, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Halfway through his sleep, he heard the sound of rain outside the house. With his mind empty, he squinted his eyes and thought for a few times, then pulled the quilt, put his head in and continued to sleep.

Ah, sleeping on a rainy day is one of the most comforting things...

Snoring snoring...

was lifted up.

Bertrand was held in Gin's hand, his head and limbs hanging limply, but he never forgot to hold his bag in his hands.

"stand up."

Gin shook him off.

"Hmm...?" Bertrand rubbed his sleepy eyes, raised his head and looked at Gin blankly. After standing there for a few seconds with his silver hair sticking up, he covered his mouth with his hand and yawned loudly, and saline solution instantly filled his light green eyes.

He blinked his eyes, wiped away his tears, and said in a sticky and unclear voice because he had just woken up: "What are you doing, Qin-chan..."

Gin stared at him expressionlessly, but his dark green eyes were icy cold, and his wolf-like gaze revealed a chilling and sharp murderous intent that made people shudder.

"Shirley ran away."

His tone was sinister, with a hint of anger, and there seemed to be a hint of a sinister sneer at the corner of his lips.

Even Vodka would be frightened by his appearance, but Bertrand, who was being carried by him, felt nothing and even yawned a second time.

Bertrand rubbed his eyes, his half-open eyes revealing full of sleepiness, his voice still unclear, "Didn't you say she couldn't escape..."

Gin was silent for a moment, then said coldly: "I never said that."

"Well, why don't you go and find it? Why do you have to pull me up..." Bertrand hugged the cat bag that he was also holding in his hand, unzipped it and rummaged inside, then took out a dead leaf butterfly and handed it to Gin.

“Hey, this is a tracker.”

Gin glanced at him, then turned him around so he was looking out the window.

Bertrand stared out the window for several seconds in a daze before coming to his senses. He became much more sober, "Oh, it turns out it's raining today!"

He wrinkled his nose, his distress evident in his expression.

"It can't be used on a rainy day! You really know how to pick a good day."

He puffed his cheeks in dissatisfaction, then slapped Gin's arm, "Put me down."

Gin loosened his grip on his clothes, told him to hurry up, and left the room.

Although Bertrand agreed verbally, he still hesitated for a long time before leaving the room.

He changed into a black shirt and shorts with a silver chain hanging on them. The blood-red cat's eye on his neck was faintly visible behind his collar. He wore black leather boots on his feet and a sock tied to his right leg to fix the leather ring.

The cat bag that I never take off has somehow turned into a fluffy black color.