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

Chapter 685: Choose 3 from 1 Common Stories in the Science World

Bei Hefenger curled his lips and looked away. "You also said that I would be worried if you were in this situation. After all, this kind of thing... this kind of thing..."

He fell silent as he spoke, then raised his head and whimpered, "I don't know what's going on! How can I tell you!"

Toru Amuro:?

"what?"

Seeing his face full of grievance and anger after being plotted against, Amuro Toru couldn't help but frown, "But since the other party contacted you directly, it must be targeting you, but how did the other party confirm that it was you?"

Bechfinger shrugged. "I don't know either, but my initial guess is that it was probably recorded by the target's family or friends when he was on a mission before."

"Well, if that's the case, then it's reasonable for me to be shot several times by the other party." He spread his hands and looked indifferent.

When Toru Amuro, who was originally thinking, heard his words, he punched him directly and gently rotated his fist on his head a few times, "What the hell is reasonable!"

Bei Hefeng's eyes were half-mooned. "Is it unreasonable for them to want me to pay for my blood debt with blood? Besides, even if they want to send me to prison, there is no evidence."

Toru Amuro: "..."

I forgot that my good friend is also a member of the Black Organization.

But this seems even more unacceptable...

Bei Hefenger looked at him and smiled brightly. "If it were you, would you choose to kill me yourself or send me to prison yourself?"

Toru Amuro was a little stunned and fell silent.

Yes, the reason he chose to be an undercover agent was to defeat this huge black organization.

But success or failure, to him, seems to be...

He was lost in thought when he heard someone sobbing. When he looked up, he saw Bechfinger pretending to cry.

"……What are you doing?"

"You actually have that kind of mentality, that's too much, you don't even think about whether I'm also an undercover agent, wuwuwu..."

Beihefenger covered his eyes with one hand, but his right eye showed through his fingers, with a smile of success.

Amuro Toru: “…You bastard!”

He seemed angry on the surface, but who knows if he was actually relieved in his heart.

Beihefenger laughed out loud, then took a deep breath, "Hiss! Is this the consequence of being caught doing something bad? It's so painful."

Amuro Toru knew without thinking that he had torn the wound on his abdomen, "You deserve it. I made you laugh."

After Bechfinger's wounds had calmed down, Amuro Toru asked, "Do you still remember? Are there any relatives of the target who might notice you?"

Hearing this, Bechfinger fell into a state of recollection. After a long while, he spoke, "There are three possibilities, because I happened to be responsible for meeting the targets in those three missions. Although I disguised myself at the beginning, there is no guarantee that someone would remember some details and trace them back to me."

Ah, it’s the common three-choice problem in the world of science.

Beichfeng told Toru Amuro every detail of his experience.

"…Because Bertrand, who later killed the target, never showed up, so the other party naturally chose me as the target of revenge."

After Bechfinger finished speaking, he complained a little unhappily, "Really? I didn't expect that I would take the blame for that guy."

A certain guy was not justified but was very confident: The person who came forward was Asti, what does he have to do with me, Bertranci!

"I see. I'll go investigate. You should rest well here and remember to pay attention to the situation at all times. Don't be so dazed that you didn't respond when I called you like you did just now."

Amuro Toru gave some instructions, then stood up and prepared to leave, "Then I'll go. After all, I still have to go to the Metropolitan Police Department."

"OK, go ahead, be careful on the road."

Bechfinger gestured OK with his left hand and waved.

After he left, Bechfinger yawned, lay down, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

As Toru Amuro drove from the hospital to the Metropolitan Police Department, he thought about it in his mind.

Although Bechfinger only said verbally that he was an undercover agent, he still believed his words.

There wasn't even the slightest suspicion or desire to investigate.

Someone confidently said: Yes, yes, I am an undercover sent by the church.

Reduce intelligence up!

No.

After all, Bechfinger was his only remaining close friend.

……

Near Kudo's residence in Beika-cho 2-chome.

The black-haired boy held a cell phone in his hand, his head lowered as if he was replying to someone's text message.

"Qianzhu!"

Then a shout came from the front, and when he looked up, he saw Mouri Ran, Suzuki Sonoko and Sera Masumi standing at the gate of Kudo's house.

He was slightly confused, put away his phone and walked forward, "Xiaolan, what are you doing here?"

Qianzhu said this and looked up at the villa in the yard.

"Because we encountered a case on our way back. There was a strange-looking word 'death' next to the deceased. This word 'death' looked very similar to the 'death' that appeared in a case handled by Shinichi's father ten years ago. So we came to Shinichi's house and planned to look for the old photo." Mao Lilan explained.

Qianzhu nodded in understanding.

"You must be the popular but low-key composer Jingmu!"

Sera Masumi suddenly came up to him with an excited look and said with a smile, "To be honest, I like your song very much, too!"

Qian Zhu was stunned for a moment, then took a step back to distance himself from her, and smiled at her politely and gently, "Thank you for your love."

"Come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself to Chitake yet." Mao Lilan remembered and immediately introduced each other to the two of them.

Although they both showed up at the hospital the night Bechfinger was injured and hospitalized, it is not certain that they both noticed each other, and even if they did, they would have to introduce themselves.

"Hello! My name is Masumi Sera!"

Sera Masumi still stretched out her right hand with a smile on her face, appearing very optimistic and cheerful, and her behavior was indeed like that of a boy.

"My name is Qianye Qianzhu, nice to meet you."

Qianzhu smiled, stretched out his hand and shook her hand, then quickly let go.

Sera Masamune laughed twice and had a general idea in his mind.

"Then let's go in and take a look. I really want to meet Mr. Ang who lives here."

Masumi Sera said this, then pushed open the big iron door and walked in.

Qianzhu glanced at them and was finally pulled in by Yuanzi.

They saw Conan's shoes at the entrance.

"Ah, that little brat came really quickly." Suzuki Sonoko complained with a half-moon eye expression on her face.