coobybook Chapter 747 It's Not Impossible to Say That
Chapter 747 It's Not Impossible to Say That
"Listen to me!"
Seeing that he looked absent-minded, Bechfinger slapped him on the head in dissatisfaction.
Fujie Nakasuke remained silent. He looked like he was listening carefully to what he said, but his body was actually tense.
Beichfeng pointed to the head of the deceased in front of him, and then pointed to the cervical vertebrae. "The first step of dismemberment is to chop off the head. First, make an incision in the skin of the neck, and then cut deep into the bones. This is very simple and does not require much technical content. But to be honest, if the person is not dead, it is recommended to start with the fingers first."
"Also, how could you dismember a body in such a remote place? It's convenient because you don't have to clean up the blood, but isn't it too dark?"
Fujie Nakasuke: "......"
It’s over, I really met a pervert.
He seems to be very skilled at dismembering bodies, could he be a serial killer? ?
Doesn't that mean he can't beat the other party?
Fujie Nakasuke had a numb look on his face, and he cut up the body parts as Bechfinger had instructed.
Then Bechfinger started to talk again, "No, why is your knife so blunt? You still want to kill someone and dismember him? Just find a place to dig a hole and bury the person!"
He spoke with disgust, but his eyes were staring at the corpse with sparkling eyes. Finally, he took out a small knife and looked at the man next to him tentatively.
"How about...I should do it?"
Fujie Nakasuke: ???
Seeing his excited and expectant look, Fujie Nakasuke became even more confused and numb. He trembled and stretched out his hand as if to invite him: "You, please."
Beihefenger grinned, "Thank you, you are such a nice person."
Fujie Nakasuke was in tears. It didn't seem like a good thing to be praised as a good person by a pervert!
Beihefeng was cheerful and didn't care about the other person's emotions at all.
He is just a little addicted to art.
Under the murderer's dull gaze, Bechfinger quickly broke the guy in front of him into pieces, and then placed them neatly on the side. From a distance, it looked like a mosaic.
Putting the head on the top, Behring nodded with satisfaction, shook the blood off his hands, hummed a tune, and turned away.
Fujie Nakasuke, who came to his senses only after he had completely left, looked at the neatly arranged blocks in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then stood up, cleaned up the surrounding traces, and then quickly retreated.
As for those mosaic blocks...
He didn't dare to move.
After being delayed for nearly half an hour, Bechfinger pushed open the door under Bertrand's unhappy gaze, but the corners of his mouth under his hood were still raised.
"You're so slow." Bertrand uttered a few words expressionlessly.
Bei Hefenger coughed lightly, "Sorry, I was delayed a little because I helped a confused murderer to dismember his body in the middle of the road."
Other people in the safe house: ......?
Yes, this is a perverted hobby, I can understand it.
What a ghost!
Bertranci, who was originally uninterested, suddenly sat up straight after hearing this. The displeasure in his eyes disappeared and turned into curiosity. "Is it true? Let me see!"
Beihefenger took out his cell phone and sat down next to him.
The two people who were still "arguing" in the previous second suddenly sat close together and started happily discussing in the next second.
The rest: "..."
Sure enough, they could never understand the thought processes of lunatics and perverts.
After the heated discussion, Bechfinger suddenly distanced himself from Bertrand and spoke in a more distant tone, "What do you want me to do?"
"I don't want you to do anything. I just don't want you to get too close to those guys. Otherwise, what if I want to attack them but you are soft-hearted?"
Bertrand laughed, rubbing the plush pillow in his arms, and said nonchalantly, "By the way, you don't have to do the mission I assigned to you before. Now you just stay in the organization and don't leave without my order. Also, you'd better reduce your contact with them. If I find out, they will be in trouble~"
He finished speaking in a child's pleading tone, blinking his big eyes at Bechfinger, "Did you hear that? Asti..."
"I heard."
"Okay, let's go then~" Bertrand threw the pillow aside and winked at Gin and the others.
Then, with a bang, Gin, Bergfinger, and the three puppets followed him back to safe house No. 39.
This lineup is not simple at all.
As for why Gin followed, it was because Safe House No. 39 had the most advanced security system except for Safe Houses No. 1 and No. 2, and it was even better than his safe house.
There's nothing I can do about it, since the boss dotes on Bertrand so much.
After learning that someone had followed safe house No. 3 last time, the Boss immediately had all the systems of safe house No. 39 strengthened, which shows that he attached great importance to Bertrand's safety.
Because he felt that it was much safer than his own safe house, Gin would go to safe house No. 39 every few days.
......
The few people who had not received any news from Bechfinger since they separated from him last time and had not contacted him were a little anxious. After all, they were really worried about Bertranci.
Unfortunately, even though Toru Amuro came to the organization under the pretext of something, he did not see Bechfinger.
Was he sent on another mission?
Bechfinger, who was playing games with Bertrand: It seems that it is not impossible to say that.
In the tense and worried atmosphere of the red team, Bechfinger, a three-color vest, had a lot of fun on the black team and the pure black Bertrand.
Until Seckt called.
"What's wrong, Sai-chan?"
Bertrand said as he bit into an apple.
"It's about the Wellman Institute." Seckt's tone rarely sounded serious.
"Huh?" Bertrand asked in confusion, then took another bite of the apple.
Bergmann, who decided not to perform because there were no outsiders here, was also munching on an apple.
Sekt was silent after hearing the voice, and then continued: "Do you know the National Institute of Microbiology in Tokyo?"
"Ah? What is that?" Bertrand stopped when he heard this. "A research institute that specializes in studying microorganisms?"
Sekt responded and continued, "This institute has been secretly cooperating with the Wellman Institute. The research on the WEM series of drugs requires one of the bacteria in this institute to move forward. However, this institute was blown up last night by a criminal gang calling themselves the 'Red Siamese Cats.'"