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

Chapter 125: You are awesome~~

"It's getting late. I should go." Beihefeng took out his cell phone, took a look at it, stood up and stretched.

Then he patted Toru Amuro's shoulder and turned to leave.

"Behrfinger."

"hold head high?"

"be careful."

Toru Amuro stood behind Bechfinger, his eyes slightly lowered and a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Beihefenger blinked, then suddenly laughed out loud, "Hahahahahaha... Why is Rei-chan suddenly like this? It seems that it is always Jingguang who is worried about us~"

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly turned around and hugged Amuro Toru, but let go after only a second. He strode out of the bar, leaving only a voice lingering in Amuro Toru's ears.

"Don't worry, Ling-chan, I will take good care of myself. I cherish my life very much. Besides, how can I bear to leave you alone? Wait for me to come back~"

Toru Amuro stood there for a few seconds, then chuckled, sat back in his seat, picked up the wine on the table and drank it.

What an idiot...

But then it’s time to go see Bertrand…

He swirled his glass, cleared the bar, put on his weapon hat and left the bar.

At the same time, a blue-haired man who said he had to leave appeared in Bertrand's safe house.

The two men sat side by side on a glass coffin, both of them supporting their cheeks with their right hands as they looked at the two glass coffins standing up in front of them.

Both glasses were filled with an unknown transparent liquid, and the people placed inside looked exactly the same.

Bei Hefengger: "How to tell which is real and which is fake?"

Bertrand raised his left hand and pointed to the glass coffin on the left. "The one with the butterfly on the chest is real."

Then he pointed to the right and said, "This one with a stitch on the chest is fake."

Bechfinger: ...

"Don't put random marks on other people!"

Bertranci puffed up his cheeks and looked at Bechfinger with dissatisfaction, "Come on, he's mine now, what's wrong with me marking him? What's wrong!?"

"That makes sense." Bei Hefenger nodded subconsciously, and then a big question mark popped up on his forehead, "That's not right. When did he become yours?"

Bertrand glanced at him speechlessly, then took out a piece of paper from his bag and said, "It's written in black and white on it."

Looking at what was printed on the paper: I voluntarily promise to give my body to Bertrand unconditionally after my death.

And Scotch, who was in the corner, was specifically pointed out by him.

Beihefenger fell into a slight silence.

"Hold on, I have created too many clones to remember this. Oh, my little clone can't remember anything either."

"So, you are amazing, subject~~ Even if your consciousness is divided into several parts, you can still remember so many things and act~~~"

Beihefenger spoke in that tone, pinching his throat.

Bertrand reached out and pinched his cheek, his baby face expressionless, "Shut up."

Ahem, the sword-selling is over, and Behringer gets serious.

"So how do I take the people and things away?"

"Of course, put it in your magic pocket~" Bertrand smiled and supported his chin with both hands.

"Then I have to sort it out. After all, this glass must take up at least one-third of it." As he said this, Bechfinger lifted up his cloak and rummaged in an empty little pocket on it.

"Just put it in." Bertrand waved his hand, and one of the glass coffins disappeared on the spot.

Bechfinger: ...

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"It was obvious that I was not in a good mental state when I wrote the last half of the paragraph (weak.JPG)."

"Also, the skills are not limited to just one vest, but can be used by all."

"Also, the vests and skills in the first thirteen chapters did not appear suddenly. It's just that the way I wrote them was not in chronological order. They will be written later. If you think it's confusing, then I can't help it (spreading hands)."

"Finally, the timeline of the science world in this article will more or less not follow the original (for example, the time when Haibara appears)."

"In the end, there is no need to speak out when something shocking happens, just quietly exit. After all, I can't take care of everyone's preferences. I only take care of someone's preferences, that's it (helpless shrug)."

"I am a good author who knows how to clear minefields by myself (looking up to the sky with emotion)."