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

Bertrand smiled at Behringer, "Do you remember the magic I asked you to memorize last time?"

Beihefenger nodded, "Remember."

"Then try it on them." Bertrand raised his arm and pointed at the three puppets lying on the operating table with a sly smile on his face.

"Ah?" Bechfinger uttered a short syllable, turned his head to look at the puppets, and showed some hesitation on his face. Looking at the bright smile on Bertrand's face, he finally nodded, "...Okay."

He took out his wand, muttered a few terms silently, and pointed at the puppet.

The puppet's body instantly underwent a noticeable change, especially its texture.

It had a strange and rough texture before the magic was cast, but after the magic was cast, the puppet looked more like a human being on the surface.

Bertrand's smile deepened, and he took out a small knife and cut a hole in the body of one of the dolls.

Although no blood seeped out, it looked like human tissue was cut.

Bertrand smiled, put the knife and the three dolls into the bag, and floated over to hug Behefenger's waist, "Okay, Bei-chan, use the teleporter to take me to a place~"

"where?"

Bertrand's lips curled slightly, and he said slowly: "Prison."

Bechfinger was puzzled but did as he was told.

When he arrived at the prison, Bechfinger immediately cast invisibility spell on himself as Bertrand said, and then "wandered" around the prison in a carefree manner.

Arriving outside the cell where the three robbers were imprisoned, Bertrand thought for a moment and waved to Bechfinger.

The latter remained silent and became an accomplice.

After knocking the prisoner unconscious, Bertrand threw out the finished dolls, and then took the three real people and had Bechfinger teleport them to his laboratory.

Looking at the three people lying on the ground, Bertrand looked at Bechfinger with a smile and asked him to leave.

"Bei-chan, you can leave now~"

"...Okay." After glancing at the three familiar-looking guys, Bechfeng left silently.

Bertrand watched him leave, casually took out a syringe from his bag, injected the drug into it, and then used the same syringe to inject one-third of each of them.

Then he pulled a chair over and sat beside them, waiting leisurely for them to wake up.

Once they wake up, what awaits them will be torture until death. 】

Black Fang Gin and others: "..."

It turns out that this is what he did during the month when he couldn't contact Bertrand...

Several police officers: “…”

I really didn't expect that they would kidnap the prisoner so openly.

The culprit, Bertrand, nestled in Gin's arms after eating and drinking, closed his eyes and fell asleep, not caring about the movie or the other people around him.

The accomplice, Bechfinger, buried his face in Qianzhu's shoulder.

Qianzhu was helpless but had no other choice but to slightly adjust her sitting position when she felt tired.

Then, Bei Hefengger actually fell asleep and finally fell asleep directly on Qian Zhu's legs.

Liu Qingyao: ...this one and these two.

【…】

The new viewing clip still does not go down in chronological order, but is a clip from a year ago.

Look at the time...it was about half a month after Date Ko died in a car accident.

[Bertrancy squatted on the edge of the rooftop, yawning and gazing at the sunset with his eyelashes half closed.

“It’s a bit boring.”

In the setting sun, the boy looked like a white angel coated with a layer of golden light.

He held his chin and looked at the scene as far as he could see, like an angel who had just descended to earth and was observing the world.

But when night falls, his kind appearance falls away, revealing his dark devilish core.

In the moonlight, Bertrand stood on the windowsill with one foot and a real gun in his hand.

That's right, a real rifle, not a toy-looking toy gun.

His pair of light green eyes flashed with a strange light, and the corners of his mouth were curled up in a smile that was neither real nor fake.

He then pointed his gun at the passers-by passing below.

A slight "bang" sound came out of the boy's mouth, but he did not actually fire the gun.

Bertrand sighed, feeling bored, and moved to another place with his gun. Not long after, Bechfinger also appeared here.

The little boy's eyes twinkled, and then he gave him a bright smile.

For some reason, Bechfenger felt a little uneasy.

Sure enough, the next second, Bertrand's voice sounded faintly, "Hey, Bei-chan, I found it."

Bechfinger paused before answering, "…what?"

A smile flashed in Bertrand's eyes. "Undercover, isn't Scotland an undercover sent by the Public Security Bureau? Then I discovered that Bourbon and Scotland are from the same period."

He chuckled twice, raised the gun in his hand, pointed it out the window, and continued: "Since he is an undercover, we have to get rid of him~ What do you think, Bei-chan~"

As Bertrand said these words, his eyes fell quietly on the bright moon outside the window. Even if he didn't pay special attention to Bechfinger, he could feel his emotional fluctuations.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, with a hint of cruelty and a hint of madness that was barely noticeable, "Tonight, Bourbon will be here for a mission~"

Listening to the slightly heavier breathing beside his ear, Bertranci caught a glimpse of a vigilant figure entering his sight, "Ah~ Here it comes."

He pointed the gun at the other person, his finger already on the trigger, with a faint tendency to press it down.

Bertrand did try to pull the trigger, but a gloved hand appeared beside him and blocked the muzzle of the gun.

He glanced over with a half-smile, "Are you not going to keep it a secret anymore? Bei-chan~"

Beihefenger's hands were shaking, and his eyes were red under his hood. He stammered for a long time and begged, "I'm sorry for hiding it from you, but please, don't kill him... I..."

"Oh, so that's it." Bertrand pulled the corners of his mouth, then lowered his head, his shoulders trembling, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore and started laughing out loud, with tears coming out of his eyes.

He wiped away the tears from his eyes, put the rifle back into his bag, raised one hand, lifted up Bechfinger's hood, pinched the flesh on his cheek, looked at his red eyes, and said jokingly: "Bei-chan, you are really not easy to be fooled. That thing below is not Bourbon, it's just a puppet~"

Bei Hefeng's eyes flickered, and it was unclear whether he was relieved or took a deep breath.

Bertrand smiled and said, "Although you and he are good friends, undercover agents really can't stay here, Bei-chan~"

With tears in his eyes, Bechfinger looked at Bertrand imploringly.

Bertrand looked at him, sneered softly, and with a turn of his eyes, he said with a bit of temptation: "But...it's not impossible for me to let him go~as long as you promise me one thing."

Bechfinger was stunned, tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't even ask what it was about, nor wait for Bertrand to speak, he just nodded and agreed.

Seeing that he agreed so quickly, something flashed in Bertrand's eyes. He snorted and said, "As long as you are obedient enough, I will not do anything to the people you care about. What do you think?"

Bei Hefenger pursed his lips and nodded in agreement, "Okay..."

Bertrand chuckled and looked up at him, but his figure did not seem to be reflected in his eyes.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Bei Hefeng's face, gently put his arms around his neck, softened his voice, and said in his ear: "Beijiang, you know, I care about you a lot, so... you must listen to me obediently..."

Beichfeng choked with sobs and tears welled up again. He reached out to hug Bertrand, buried his face in his shoulder and cried, and seemed to be mumbling words like "I'm sorry".

Bertrand patted his back to comfort him. Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were dark and there was no trace of smile.

Everyone: "..."

Seeing this, they felt a tightness in their chest and a feeling of being unable to breathe.

From Bechfinger's perspective, one can fully feel the collapse and helplessness in his heart.

He found it difficult to give up Bertrand, but he also couldn't give up his good friend on the other side.

He seems to have many friends, but in fact he only has himself.

Matsuda Jinpei and others let out a sigh of relief. The more they read on, the more depressed they felt.

And the culprit who caused all this is still sleeping.

Uh...the victim is still sleeping.

【…

Inside Bertrand's safe house.

There was a person standing in a glass cover that was as tall as a person. It was a woman with black hair and a red dress.

Her eyes were open, and upon closer inspection, one could see that they were a pair of cat's pupils. They looked very clear, but there was no focus in her eyes.

Bertrand sat on a high stool, with one hand supporting his chin as he looked at his first perfect work, with a happy smile on his face, "It's only one step away from being done~"

He jumped down from the stool, approached the glass cover and looked carefully at the puppet inside, while waiting for Bechfinger to arrive.

"Kashiwa-chan~! I'll do the spicy thing!"

Bechfeng arrived before the sound, and then appeared behind Bertrand, opened his arms and ran over to hug him excitedly.

Bertrand quickly dodged, causing Bechfinger to hit the glass with a smack.

Bechfinger: "..."

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Bertrand laughed and waved his hand, "Okay, okay, get things done quickly~"

"Oh." Beihefeng still pouted in grievance, took out his wand and pointed at the puppet through the glass.

The dark blue fluorescence sank into the puppet's forehead. The next moment, the puppet's eyes flickered, and then slowly blinked.

Her eyes moved slightly, and after glancing at Bechfinger standing in front of her, her gaze fell on Bertrand behind him, and her eyes gradually softened.

Bechfinger: “?”

Bertrand smiled and gave the doll a name, then opened the glass to let her out, took her hand and said he would take her out to play.

Beihefenger opened his eyes wide and pointed at himself eagerly.

Bertrand winked at him, smiled and said, "Bei-chan, you go back first~"

The non-existent Yeye ears on Bechfinger's head drooped instantly. 】

"..."

So this is the inside story of Aphra's birth.

By the way, there is always Bechfinger involved in this. Are these two tied together?

Glancing at the two people who were still sleeping soundly, a feeling of powerlessness surged in my heart.

【…】

The next clip takes place after Bechfinger's death.

"..."

[Inside Chino’s house.]

The silver-haired boy was holding a fluffy cat doll that looked completely lifelike in his arms, and a figure was reflected in his pupils.

Sitting opposite him was Qianzhu.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and his voice sounded depressed, "Did his death... affect you?"

Hearing this, Qian Zhu smiled slightly and asked softly, "What do you think?"

Bertrand's eyes turned red, and he looked at Qianzhu with grievance in his eyes. He squeezed the doll in his hand a little harder, and his voice became a little choked, "Are you blaming me?"

Qianzhu had a piece of cloth on her legs and was combing the black cat's hair with a pet comb in her hand. She didn't seem to care much about it.

"Why should I blame you? Our positions are different. What can I blame you for?"

He smiled slightly, as if he was always gentle to others.

Tears flowed from Bertrand's eyes and he looked at Qianzhu sadly. He wanted to explain, so he spoke in a trembling voice with obvious grievance in his tone.

"But I didn't mean to kill him!"

He lowered his head, wiped his tears and continued sobbing: "I didn't mean to kill him, I just wanted to scare him. The chip I implanted in him will not explode while he still has vital signs..."

Qian Zhu's smile faded a little, but he still had a faint smile on his face, "But he's still dead, isn't he?"

Bertrand raised his head, his eyes red, "Qianjiang, don't you believe me?"

Qianzhu paused, shook his head slightly, and smiled: "No, I believe you."

Bertrand blinked blankly, and tears flowed from his eyes because of his movements.

Qianzhu lowered his head, gathered the fallen cat hair and threw it away, gently stroking the black cat's head with his hand.

He smiled slightly, with a hint of self-mockery.

"Even if there were no other factors forcing him, he would..."

Bertrand looked at him in confusion, letting her tears fall freely.

Qianzhu sighed softly, moved the black cat to a new position, then stood up and walked to sit next to Bertrand. For the first time since leaving the orphanage, she took the initiative to hug him, wiped the tears from his face, and gently patted his back.

Before he fell asleep, Bertrand heard him say:

"Sorry for causing trouble for you."

"Although I have been avoiding..."

Bertrand slowly closed his eyes, smelled the familiar fragrance and fell into a deep sleep. It felt very peaceful.

When he woke up again, he was back in the safe house and he didn't know how he got back.

The silver-haired boy sat on the bed in a daze, recalling the words he heard before he lost consciousness.

What do you mean?

He thought blankly. 】