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Chapter 821: A truth that everyone understands

The relationship between Qianzhu and Bertrand was more complicated than he had imagined.

He vaguely felt that Bertrand protected Qianzhu not because he had feelings for him, but because of a special relationship.

and......

From the attitudes of the Black Organization and the Church towards each other just now, it is clear that there is a cooperative relationship between the two sides!

But Conan was also a little confused. Why did the people from the church come at such a coincidence?

Rather than them monitoring Bertranci, Conan was more inclined to believe that someone had contacted them.

But the members of the Black Organization don't seem to know that Qianzhu has a relationship with the church...

No, there are people in the church who are secretly monitoring Qianzhu in the name of protecting him, so it should be the members of the church who informed their companions about this!

Yes, that must be the case!

Bechfinger: Hmm...how come it isn't?

They were silent all the way, each with their own thoughts.

Originally they were planning to send Liu Qingyao to the hospital, but he strongly objected, so they had to go all the way back to Agasa's house.

As soon as he got off the car, Qianzhu wanted to say good night to them and go back to his house with Liu Qingyao, but Huihara Ai suddenly grabbed his clothes.

Qianzhu paused, turned around, bent down slightly, looked at her and smiled faintly: "What's wrong? Xiaoai."

Huibara Ai tightened her grip a little, and she slightly raised her head and stared at him. She seemed to want to ask something or say something, but in the end she did not open her mouth, but slowly let go of his shirt.

Qian Zhu just smiled at her gently, raised his hand to rub her head, and then walked in that direction with Liu Qingyao.

The three watched them leave.

The glasses worn by Conan and Subaru Okiya reflected light for a moment.

It’s not that they can’t see it, it’s just that it’s not suitable to delve into it now. There will always be a chance to find out in the future.

The confrontation between the red and black sides seemed to be brought to the surface for a moment, but the red side temporarily returned to its previous calm.

On the other side, as soon as the car stopped outside the safe house, Bechfinger sneaked away on the pretext that he had a mission to do.

Seckt leaned against the side of the car, put his arm around Bertrand's shoulders, leaned down slightly and whispered to him, "Aren't you going to take care of him?"

Bertrand stared at the direction where Bechfinger left, with a faint light flickering in his eyes. Hearing what Sekt said, he snorted and whispered softly: "I can't control him anymore, but I can definitely control Asti a little."

"Huh?" Sekt didn't hear it clearly and looked at him sideways in confusion.

"Nothing~" Bertrand took his hand away and skipped back into the house.

Based on his past behavior, Bourbon should have chosen to leave directly, but because of the sudden appearance of church members, he decided to stay.

What if I could hear some useful information?

Not only him, but Chianti and others also chose to stay and listen out of curiosity.

They gathered in a corner, ears perked up, listening openly to the conversation between Gin's core members.

Sekt took the two porcelain bottles from Bertrand, uncorked them and looked inside.

The capsules in the green porcelain bottle looked like ordinary white capsules, while the capsules in the white porcelain bottle were naturally the white-blue capsules he had seen last time.

He counted them and found there were five capsules of each type.

After asking Bertrand and Gin for permission, he poured one into each of their hands and then happily returned to his laboratory.

Bertrand was tossing the vases in his hands, not seeming to be afraid of dropping them.

"Since it was brought over from the church, then... shall we give the medicine to the old man to try?"

He caught the falling porcelain bottle steadily, and looked at Gin with bright eyes with interest, "What do you think, Gin-chan?"

Gin glanced at him calmly and wiped the gun in his hand calmly, "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Okay, then we still have to wait for the result from Sekt..." Bertrand muttered, then relaxed and fell on the sofa.

Vermouth took a bottle of wine and poured it for herself. She took a sip gracefully and looked at him with a smile, "So what do you think about Shirley, sweetheart?"

Bertrand took off his shoes quickly and put his feet on Gin. When he heard Vermouth's question, he let out a long "Ah--".

"What can we think? The church has taken a fancy to Qianjiang, and Qianjiang is protecting Shirley. Without luring away the people around Shirley, nothing we do will work. Besides, who knows what Qianjiang will do to us if Shirley gets into trouble..."

He paused, his eyes were empty, then he curled his lips and continued, "We have to think of a way! But I'm too lazy to think, why not just let it go?"

I don’t know what he was thinking of, but he suddenly sat up and grabbed Gin’s hair.

He said excitedly: "By the way, I remember Shirley was very afraid of Qin-chan! Why don't you hang around her every day and scare her to death!"

Gin: “…”

He hit him on the head rudely.

However, Bertrand's expression did not change at all, and it was obvious that he was not in pain.

Vermouth was amused by his suggestion, and even nodded in agreement, saying, "I think what sweetheart said makes sense. Gin, you can try it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she received a cold look from Gin.

Vermouth smiled indifferently and drank the wine calmly.

"But what is a barrier drug? Is it what I'm thinking of?"

After a moment, Vermouth looked at the porcelain vase that Bertrand had casually placed on the table.

Bertrand spread his hands and said, "Maybe."

Then there is no more then.

The people nearby were confused by what they heard.

So Chianti asked very tactfully: "So we have really reached a cooperation with that church?"

Bertrand turned his head and nodded proudly, "Yes, I signed the cooperation agreement~"

"Then, why do they want to cooperate? What is their purpose?" Vodka was also confused.

Bertrand thought for a moment, pinching his chin, and glanced at them. "Because there is no conflict of interest and we are cooperating for a common goal."

Everyone: "..."

You said something that everyone understands.

"Don't worry about it. As long as the other party doesn't damage our interests, they can do whatever they want. Besides, we can also benefit from it."

The silver-haired boy shook his hands and spoke nonchalantly. After stretching, he put on his shoes and prepared to run back to the room. However, Gin grabbed the back of Fate's collar again.