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

Chapter 894 After all, they are pursuing perfection

Looking at the people who were stunned by his words, the smile on Bertrand's face became a little ironic.

"You care about her? Then why didn't you help her when she went to save Qianjiang just now? You were obviously also looking forward to her saving Qianjiang, and now that she has died, you come to blame me?"

"Because I'm a bad guy in your eyes? Well, I am, but wow~ you guys are so righteous~ You're so awesome~"

Bertrand's tone gradually became sarcastic, and the way he looked at them became more and more sarcastic.

"We are not from the same world, so don't use your ideas to look at us."

"This only makes me feel that your justice is ridiculous."

He sneered, pulled out his plush cat bag from his coat, took out the medicine and carefully fed it to Qianzhu.

In an instant, the cruise ship became quiet, with only the sounds of the ship and the waves.

Bertrand changed his posture and knelt directly on the floor, then moved Qianzhu a little so that he could rest his head on his legs, humming "Good Little Rabbit" intermittently, and his mood did not seem to be affected at all.

But the situation is not necessarily the same for the red side.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, 311 suddenly appeared.

"Well...he woke up and said he wanted to see you."

He held the somewhat listless Kawasho Masashi in his arms.

Zhenzhi rubbed his eyes and looked around blankly, and asked in confusion: "Where is Brother Qingyao?"

"He has been taken away for treatment, so you must cooperate with the medical staff." Kita Ayanego answered his question before anyone else spoke, and asked the man in a white coat to take him back to the medical room.

After the others took Zhenzhi away, Kuno Nayazuki leaned against the fence, playing with a feather fan in her hand, and glanced at 311 and asked, "How is Zhenzhi?"

311 scratched his head. "The doctor said his leg was broken. The chances of him recovering after treatment are not high. He has been suffering from severe nutritional deficiencies recently, etc...."

He repeated what he had heard with a confused look on his face.

"Hmm..." Kuno Nayazuki groaned for a moment and tapped her fan against her palm, "We are not good at medical matters, so we can only leave it to Bei Ling's people."

Kitaya Yinwu nodded and said nothing.

The atmosphere was about to quiet down again when 311 next to him happened to sneeze. Seeing his shivering body, everyone noticed that he was still wet.

Zhu Fu Jingguang quickly took a coat and put it on him, "Why don't you change your clothes? It's easy to get sick like this."

311 covered his nose and sneezed again, then answered, "It's okay, I don't get sick that easily, this is just a physiological symptom."

Hearing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang fell silent.

This really... looks a lot like Bechfinger crying but still being stubborn.

"Your clothes will get wet, so you should take it back."

311 had just finished speaking when he sneezed again.

Zhu Fu Jingguang smiled and patted his back helplessly, "You're already sneezing all the time, so don't refuse."

311 pursed his lips, "...Okay."

He lowered his head slightly, pulled his coat closer, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, perhaps because he was shy or because he was really sick.

"311." Amuro Toru came to his side without knowing when, and smiled at him, "Thank you for reminding us just now."

"Ah?" 311 raised his head, his cheeks turned even redder, and he shook his head shyly, "No... no need to thank me, you don't seem like bad people, because I think you are very nice... and... um..."

He was halfway through his words when he suddenly heard a muffled sound from his body. 311's eyes widened slightly, and he finally lost his expression and fell backwards.

"311!"

The Red Team, who was originally in a low mood, was suddenly startled by this sudden change and quickly came to 311.

The moment he fell, Toru Amuro and Keimitsu Morobushi subconsciously reached out to support him.

311 fell into their arms, with a hole in his chest from the muffled explosion, and his broken heart was even clearly visible.

His eyes had become empty and dull, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth, somewhat blocking his throat.

311's lips moved slightly, as if he was speaking while retaining his body's subconscious behavior.

"And... I am an abandoned experimental subject... I am very happy to be able to help you..."

"3...311?"

Seeing his breathing stop with their own eyes, everyone's breathing paused for a moment. Unspeakable emotions filled their chests, but it seemed as if an invisible barrier blocked it, so that there was not much sadness in the expressions on their faces.

Bertrand, who was not far away, peeked over with curiosity, muttering to himself, his words piercing them like sharp thorns.

"Ah, he's dead, he's dead~ He's dead~"

"Wow, he looks exactly like Bechfinger but he's also dead~"

"If he hadn't told you the information, would he not have died?"

“How pitiful~”

"By the way, does this count as him dying in the explosion?"

Bertrand laughed and threw out words like cannonballs.

But they barely paid him any attention.

Bertrand smiled, not caring whether they paid attention to him or not, and he seemed to be in a better mood.

Qianzhu did not wake up until the ship docked, and was finally taken to his private hospital by Kita Ayane and others.

Looking at the group of people leaving, Bertrand shrugged and said to Vodka in the driver's seat: "Let's go back~"

Sekt blinked in the passenger seat, thought for a moment, then turned to look at Bertranci, "Is that it?"

Bertrand spread his hands, looking innocent. "Yeah, why don't we let the church do the rest? Why not use the free labor?"

"But isn't Death's target you?" Sekt frowned.

"Yes." Bertrand slumped back indifferently.

"Humph." Gin snorted coldly, "Their purpose of bringing us together is not that simple."

"Ah~" Sekt raised his eyebrows and looked enlightened, then immediately frowned, "I don't understand."

He has no brains for conspiracy theories.

He only messes around with the experiments he's good at.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, we won't have anything to do with it later." Bertrand yawned, then leaned towards Gin again, "The church will definitely take care of it. After all, they pursue perfection."

Gin, who is often used as a human cushion by him, has become accustomed to it and even puts his hand on his head.