klisemfg Chapter 643 The One Who Sets the Host Free
Chapter 643 The One Who Sets the Host Free
For some reason, the church seems to be envied.
So Bertrand asked out of curiosity, "Are you so confident?"
"Of course~" The magician seemed a little proud, and his words were tinged with a smile, "Even an FBI rat can't resist being brainwashed."
"If those stupid organizations send more people to the church, our church membership will only grow stronger and stronger."
He spoke in a leisurely tone, and didn't seem to care at all about telling them these things.
"Brainwashing?" Bertrand opened his eyes wide in surprise, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. "How did you achieve mass brainwashing? Do you use machines? Do you have special people?"
"Huh?" The magician looked very confused and shocked. "Don't your members brainwash each other? No wonder there are so many undercover agents!"
Gin: "..."
Vermouth: “Hehe…”
I always feel offended.
The magician seemed to realize that he had asked an embarrassing question, so he laughed twice and asked eagerly: "Do you need help? I can help you identify whether there are undercover agents among the members~"
Bertrand raised his eyebrows slightly and refused directly. A hint of darkness rose in his eyes. He smiled at the other party maliciously, "We are not so useless that we need other organizations to help us catch mice, right? I feel that you have some doubts about my ability, my magician brother."
"How could that be? I'm still very optimistic about the three of you." The magician shrugged and said, pausing for a moment before pointing outside the safe house, "Those three dead dolls without any breath of life are also very good."
"Thank you for the compliment!" Bertrand smiled brightly.
At first glance, they seem to be a lazy older neighbor brother and an innocent and cute younger brother sitting face to face and chatting.
The magician was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and ruffled the hair of the child in front of him.
"Okay~ I, your brother, still have a mission to complete, so I'll leave now. Children, go to bed early or you won't grow taller."
Bertrand's eyes bulged when he heard that, and he raised his hand to slap away the claws that were ruffling his hair, "Don't talk to me like that."
"Okay, bye then."
It seemed that the magician came here just to take a look, and then left after chatting with Bertrand.
After he left, Vermouth smoothed her hair and looked at Bertranci, who had a deep expression on his face. "Dear, did you find anything?"
Bertrand shook his head, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Not at all. It seems that he did come here to take a look. As for why he knew about this safe house, I think... as long as they want to check, they can find out where all our safe houses are."
“Although we don’t know whether he did it intentionally or not, at least we did get some information about the church.”
Bertrand said as he crawled into the cupboard and pulled out a can of lemon tea. He took a straw, took a sip of the tea and continued speaking.
"I think the godfather he mentioned should be the boss of the church."
"But I'm really curious about the size of the church."
He took a sip of his drink, then bit the straw and spoke.
"Okay, don't worry about it so much. Sweetheart, just brush your teeth and go to bed." Vermouth smiled helplessly, stood up and walked to him, took away the half-full can of lemon tea in his hand.
"Ah, okay."
Bertrand still had the straw in his mouth. When Vermouth took the straw away, he got up and ran back to his room.
After putting away the half can of lemon tea, Vermouth left the safe house directly.
Before she left, Bechfinger happened to meet a certain black-skinned golden retriever on the road.
The other party just happened to come here, after all, he didn't know about safe house number 39.
However, when the two sides met, Bechfenger did not deliberately hide, and just passed by the other party openly.
And Toru Amuro was also aware that he was a member of the church.
He couldn't help but frown slightly, feeling confused.
Why are people from the church here?
Beihefeng passed by easily, changed his skin easily, found a place to rest easily, and then was called up by a relaxed message, and put on the church skin again with heavy resentment to go to work.
Which guy is it again who doesn’t fulfill his promise?
Aren’t people in the church human beings?
……
It was getting light, but it was still grey and hazy outside.
Qianzhu sat on the bed, his face pale. He held his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes and breathed slightly.
The weather was still cold at this time, but he did not choose to turn on the heating.
Turning on the heater made it even more difficult for him to sleep.
Even if it's not open, it's still good.
Qianzhu coughed lightly and felt a little stuffy in his chest, so he got up and opened the window. The cold wind immediately poured into the room, carrying icy snow.
Looking at the vast white snow scene outside the window, Qianzhu's eyes were indifferent.
Even though they are the three friends of winter, they may not be able to survive the harsh winter, right?
The corners of his mouth curved up into a slight smile.
For example, death due to external forces.
He took a coat and put it on, then went straight to the desk and sat down, turned on the desk lamp, took out a sketchbook and started drawing on it.
He drew a person, but his face was blurry and one could only vaguely tell that he was a male.
Qianzhu's eyes fell on his face, slightly absent-minded, and then a very gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
As soon as 01 came out of the system space and saw him like this, it was stunned for a moment.
It couldn't help but float to the side and look at the contents of the picture book.
01 scratched his head in confusion, not being able to tell who this was, but subconsciously searched in his mind for the person Rong Qian had met in his previous life.
None of them fit.
But not completely.
01Thinking of the mysterious man wrapped in a black cloak who killed Rong Qian’s parents.
But, it's impossible, right?
Impossible, right?!
01Gudong swallowed his saliva, and then asked Qianzhu carefully, "Master, who is your painting of?"
"he?"
Qian Zhu smiled gently, and touched the face of the person in the painting with his fingertips. "He is... the one who freed me."
01:! ! !
[The one who freed the host?]
It even suspected for a moment that it had heard it wrong, so it hesitantly confirmed it again.
"Well, yes, he is the one who freed me."
Qianzhu chuckled, reached out to close the sketchbook, and then touched 01 who was so surprised that his hair stood on end.