klisemfg Chapter 581 Tonight is very quiet
Chapter 581 Tonight is very quiet
Beihefenger rolled his eyes gracefully. "No ordinary person would think of sleeping in a coffin."
X nodded in agreement, "Because humans prefer to squeeze into a small jar."
Bechfinger: "..."
Look what you said.
X casually threw a ruby to Bechfinger and took out a notebook and looked through it.
"I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow."
X closed the notebook in his hand, glanced at Bechfinger, stood up, took his chair and left through the window again.
"Oh, goodbye, have a nice journey." Beihefenger took a sip of hot cocoa, lowered his head, took off a gem from the wand, and then stuffed the ruby in.
Looking at the wand that seemed to have been renovated, Bechfinger nodded contentedly. When he looked up and saw the empty room, a question mark seemed to pop up in his head, "Eh? Where is he? Why did he leave without telling me?"
X, who has already left for a long time: ...
Bechfinger shrugged his shoulders, cleaned the cup with magic, washed up, then threw himself on the bed, pulled the quilt over himself, and fell asleep in one second.
But in the middle of the night, he suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly.
There was no light in the room, and I could only vaguely see his pale face.
He covered his chest with his hands, hunched over and gasped.
The room was not hot, even a little cold, but some sweat still seeped out of his forehead.
Hidden in the dim darkness were painful gasps and muffled sounds, and it was unclear whether it was sweat or tears that slid down the cheeks and dripped onto the bedding.
It's very quiet tonight, but many people are too confused to fall asleep.
Around ten o'clock in the morning on the second day, Qianzhu and his group left the Noklang Hotel. Judging from their faces, they did not seem to have slept well.
Qian Zhu, who was being noticed by everyone, was supported by Liu Qingyao. He had a mask on his face, and his amber eyes were not clear, but rather tired. Compared with other people, it could be seen that his skin was very white, the kind of sickly white, without any blood color, so fragile that it seemed as if a cold wind could cut it.
"Is it because it's too cold here?" Mao Lilan looked at Chitake worriedly.
Qian Zhu coughed twice, shook his head slightly, and said in a gentle voice with a hint of hoarseness, "Maybe I'm not used to this place..."
"Then let's go back quickly. I have already booked the tickets." Kogoro Mouri, who was shivering with his neck hunched over, sneezed and said.
Before they got in the car to head for the airport, Kawasaki Shinjiro, who had been nowhere to be seen, quietly appeared next to Kawasaki Machika. Conan noticed him and knew that he had just gone to deal with the mobile phone he used last night.
After they got in the car, Bechfinger came out of the hotel wearing a thin windbreaker and dragging a suitcase, yawning as he walked.
After wiping the slightly red corners of his eyes, he took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.
Just then a car stopped by the roadside, the window was rolled down, revealing Bertrand's innocent face.
After stuffing the suitcase into the trunk, Behringer opened the door and got in.
After taking a look at Bertrand, who looked full of energy and vigor, Bechfinger raised his hand to cover his mouth and yawned again.
The silver-haired boy who was fiddling with a butterfly specimen turned his head to look at him, then put his arm around his shoulders and let him lean against him.