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

Chapter 590 will be reached soon

After completing the task, Toru Amuro came over and saw Bechfinger happily chatting with the person next to him. He looked at the woman and the bartender, then looked at Bechfinger with questioning eyes.

Beihefenger looked up and looked at him, then continued to chuckle.

Toru Amuro pulled the corners of his mouth slightly speechlessly, but still stood aside waiting for him to finish laughing.

After laughing enough, Bechfinger raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Then he said something to the woman and the bartender next to him, then stood up and walked aside with Toru Amuro.

"You guys continue chatting slowly, I'm leaving with my friend first."

"Bye, we'll continue chatting next time if we're lucky enough~" The woman turned her head and looked at him, raising her eyebrows.

Bechfeng laughed and waved at her while pulling Amuro Toru away.

Sitting down in a corner where there were fewer people, Bechfenger simply lay down and spoke lazily, "How is your mission going, Tou-kun?"

"There are only a few left, what's wrong?" Amuro Toru answered truthfully and then asked.

Beihefenger sighed, his waist almost lying on the sofa cushion, his hands neatly placed on his abdomen, his eyes closed, and he looked like he was buried peacefully. "I feel very tired recently. Take me to play."

Amuro Toru paused, looked at him quietly for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "Okay, I'll take you wherever you want to go."

Following his force, Beihefenger sat up, stretched, and stood up, thinking for a while, "I have no idea where to go. Let's talk about it tomorrow. If it doesn't work, we can draw lots~"

Amuro Toru smiled and nodded in agreement.

After Toru Amuro had finished dealing with the rest of the things, they left the bar together.

If you say rest, then rest is it.

Bertrand no longer went to scare people to collect emotion points. He just stayed in the safe house all day playing games, and when he got bored, he would tease others.

Qianzhu stayed at home to write music and was occasionally invited to concerts.

Well, 'occasionally'.

Sitting by the window, looking at the snow scene outside through the glass, it was quiet, with only the snoring of the little black cat curled up next to me.

During the days when I had no contact with the protagonists, time seemed to pass very slowly and normally.

Qianzhu retracted his gaze and stroked the tail of the kitten that had run into his palm with his fingertips.

He picked up the blank white paper on the table, looked at it, raised the pencil in his hand, and rubbed the tip of the pencil on the paper.

Separating his consciousness to control his clone did not make him feel mentally exhausted, because the few moments of quiet time were enough to soothe the tiredness caused by pursuing his "goal".

Qianzhu stuffed the paper with a picture of a kitten on it into the sketchbook and put it away.

He lowered his eyes to look at the sleeping black cat and gently stroked its back a few times.

The goal...

It will be reached soon.

A faint and gentle smile appeared on Qianzhu's elegant face.

……

After playing with Amuro Toru for several days without any purpose, Bechfinger came back happily. As soon as he came back, he received a platinum card in front of him.

Bechfinger's smile suddenly paused.

He quickly put the card away expressionlessly, turned his head to look at Amuro Toru who had taken out his phone to check messages, and asked with appropriate curiosity, "Are you going to be busy?"

Amuro Toru nodded helplessly, "Well, the organization is looking for something for me to do again."

"Okay." Bechfinger spread his hands, then patted his shoulder with empathy.