klisemfg Chapter 780: Losing Another Close Friend
Chapter 780: Losing Another Close Friend
Toru Amuro's mind suddenly went blank until he heard Conan calling his name. Then he came to his senses and hurriedly got off the Ferris wheel to look for Bergmann.
In the ruins, Toru Amuro's fingers trembled slightly as he quickly and carefully pushed away the fallen objects, revealing Bechfinger who was trapped underneath.
"Bechfinger!"
Amuro Toru let out a soft cry, his voice trembling slightly.
Conan and Shuichi Akai, who hurried over, couldn't help but twitch their eyelids when they saw Bechfinger.
He was hit on the head by a fallen piece of iron, and blood almost covered half of his face. There was an obvious bloody hole on his shoulder as if it had been blown out. What was even worse was that a steel bar had directly pierced his abdomen.
Life and death unknown.
"I'll go call the ambulance!"
Conan turned around and ran to call the ambulance on the scene.
Bechfinger was rushed to the hospital.
Toru Amuro followed him into the ambulance.
Although given his identity he should try to avoid being guessed correctly, after all, there might be members of the Black Organization hiding in the crowd and secretly observing, but he couldn't care less now.
Watching the ambulance leave, Bertrand put away the binoculars in his hand and a sinister smile appeared on his face.
He stood up, dusted off his butt easily, said hello to Curacao, and prepared to return to the organization's safe house.
Curacao nodded calmly and followed behind him.
During this time, Bertrand did not forget to call Rum in the car.
"Rum, Curacao is mine now. Go find other members to be your right-hand men."
Rum: "......"
He couldn't refute it and had no choice but to agree.
There was no way, after all, he was partly responsible for Curacao's sudden rebellion.
Bertranci laughed and said to him half-jokingly: "Just keep an eye on your men. It's okay if you don't have to. I don't mind having too many people here."
"Okay, I won't add any more people to your place." Rum chuckled.
"That's hard to say." Bertrand snorted twice, "Okay, that's it, bye."
He hung up the phone without even a second's pause.
When we returned to safe house No. 39, Gin was not there. I guess he was there to deal with the follow-up matters.
After all, in his heart, his suspicion that Bourbon was an undercover agent increased instead of decreased.
Taking out a tube of ice-cold lemon tea from the refrigerator, Bertrand glanced at Curacao.
She had some injuries on her body, which looked bruised but were not actually serious.
Bertrand asked Aphra to take her to treat her wounds.
When Gin came back, he saw Curacao waiting for him.
His eyes paused and fell on the black butterfly on her shoulder.
He knew this butterfly.
The functions of Bertrand's butterflies vary depending on their species and colors.
The pure black butterfly that landed on Curacao's shoulder does not have an accurate scientific name, but it is the numbered butterfly that Bertrand uses to implant control chips in humans.
Gin took a look and then looked away.
Bertrand yawned and looked at Gin with tears in his eyes, "Where are Gil and Bourbon?"
"Kil has been brought back, but as for Bourbon, who knows where he has escaped to."
Gin's eyes dimmed.
Once doubt is planted, it cannot be uprooted.
"Oh." Bertranci yawned again, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, supported his head with one hand and waved his wrist with the other hand, "Don't worry, I'll let Asti monitor him, but if you're worried, you can arrange for someone else to keep an eye on him."
Gin nodded, and then remembered that Asti was also on the Ferris wheel tonight, so he asked casually, "Did you let Asti go to the Ferris wheel?"
Bertrand nodded and replied casually: "Yes, otherwise how can I detonate the axle and bring Curacao back."
As he spoke, he blinked his sleepy eyes and said, "I'm sleepy, let's go to bed."
Walking up the stairs, he paused and turned to look at Curacao, "Curaçao, you will give the remaining undercover list to Qin-chan later."
"Ok."
......
hospital.
It’s still a familiar hospital.
Toru Amuro was sitting on a chair outside waiting, his hands clenched into fists and placed on his knees. His head was slightly lowered, and the light from the corridor shone on him, casting his face into shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.
There were several footsteps approaching. Amuro Toru raised his head slightly and saw Lesser and the disguised Morobushi Keimitsu.
"Amuro!"
Zhu Fu Jingguang sat down beside him and patted his shoulder comfortingly.
After an unknown amount of time, this heart-wrenching first aid finally ended.
The doctor explained to them about Bechfinger's injuries and prepared to leave.
"The victim's head was hit hard, and it is not yet certain whether it will cause sequelae, and the time of awakening is not yet certain. Family members can pay more attention to the situation and call in time if there is any situation."
"Okay, we understand. Thank you, doctor."
Zhu Fu Jingguang nodded and thanked him, then pushed Amuro Toru towards the ward.
He couldn't stop sighing in his heart.
It seemed that ever since he had known Bechfinger, he had often seen him injured, whether minor or serious injuries often followed one after another.
Zhu Fu Jingguang paused slightly, and some blurry images suddenly flashed through his mind quickly, and it seemed like a long time ago.
Although this made him a little concerned, his worry about Bechfinger now occupied most of his mind.
In the ward, Bechfinger lay quietly on the bed, his face pale and looking lifeless.
If it weren't for the fluctuations of his heartbeat on the heart rate monitor, if there were to be a bouquet of flowers placed in the cemetery next year, his would have been one.
Toru Amuro was sitting aside, and his expression looked normal at the moment.
But God knows how desperate Bechfeng was when he fell just now.
Just like the moment when he witnessed Zhu Fu Jingguang's death with his own eyes.
At first, he hated Akai Shuichi because of the death of Morobushi Kagemitsu.
Now, because of Bechfinger, he intuitively felt that it was Bertrand who did it.
He is a detective and a public security policeman.
He should have had evidence to prove that it was Bertrand who did it, but at the moment he just believed it.
Amuro Toru's clenched fists were shaking slightly because he was squeezing too hard.
Seeing this, Zhu Fu Jingguang opened his mouth to comfort him.
But he suddenly didn't know what to say for a moment, because Bechfeng was seriously injured this time, and if the treatment was delayed even a little bit, he might not be saved.
He didn't think that just a few words could ease the anger and resentment in Amuro Toru's heart.
He saw Bechfinger fall with his own eyes.
He hadn't grabbed him yet.
He almost lost another close friend.