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

Chapter 416: The Madman Who is Even Colder-Blooded Than Gin

Sota Uchida was about to take out the gem and give it to Bertrand, but when he thought that he had actually obtained it with the help of Bechfinger, he hesitated again.

And...this gem is also what he wants to get.

With a click, Bertrand crushed the lemon candy and half-closed his eyelids. "Forget it. I don't have the patience to wait for you to struggle. It's better to force you directly."

He raised his hand and stretched, then called out "Astey" in a sweet tone.

Bechfinger slowly raised the dagger in his hand.

Conan and the other three thought he was going to attack them, but in fact—

He placed the dagger against his carotid artery with an expressionless face!

The force he exerted directly cut into the flesh, and bright red blood immediately flowed out.

Four people:! ! !

"Three seconds! If you don't take it out, I'll let Bechfinger die in front of you!" Bertrand's expression suddenly became excited, as if he was really expecting that they would not take the thing out within three seconds, so that he could see a forced life and death farewell scene.

"Tell him to stop! I'll give you the gem now!"

Uchida Sota's eyes turned pale and he quickly took out the dark blue gem and threw it to Bertrand.

Raising his hand to catch the flying gem, Bertrand took it in his hand and looked at it for a few seconds, then happily put it back into the wooden box and waved to them, "You dare not deceive me, okay~ Thank you for your kindness, I'm leaving first~ Bye~"

After saying that, he turned around and jumped away happily, acting like a child who had received a gift.

He had just done something so horrible.

After his figure disappeared, they quickly turned their heads to look at Bechfinger, but he still maintained that posture without moving.

Haibara Ai couldn't help but clench her fists and looked at his neck anxiously.

About three or four minutes later, Bechfinger's eyes darkened, his face turned pale, and he loosened his grip on the dagger, letting it fall to the ground with a clang.

His body suddenly swayed and he fell forward straight.

Several people rushed forward to support him, but he subconsciously reached out to support himself.

Huihara Ai reached out to hold his arm, her eyes full of worry, "Behrfenger?"

Beihefeng slowly sat down on the ground, his face pale, confused and dazed.

He raised his hand and touched the wound on his neck. Looking at the blood on his fingertips, he looked dazed. Then, without any warning, tears began to fall from his eyes.

As expected, the four of them were stunned for a moment, and looking at the young man who was covering his neck and almost bending himself like a shrimp, they couldn't help but feel worried.

"Behrfinger?"

"...I'm sorry..." There was a suppressed cry in the low voice, "I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

It took them some time to comfort the blue-haired boy who was curled up in self-blame.

Taking the trauma medicine and gauze from Hattori Heiji's bag, Haibara Ai simply wrapped the wound on his neck, then forcibly pulled his injured hand over, and after carefully removing the black cloth, she couldn't help but take a breath.

Then he cursed inwardly in anger, "That lunatic is even more cold-blooded than Gin!"

When applying the medicine, Bechfenger subconsciously retracted his hand. Huihara Ai's attitude immediately changed and she comforted him softly, "Just bear with it for now, it will be healed soon. After we leave here, we have to go to the clinic to rebandage it."