Conan's winery play house

At 1:30 p.m. U.S. time.

Aito Miyamoto stands on the crown of the Statue of Liberty holding a violin.

Or to put it another way, he stepped on the head of the goddess of freedom.

The breeze blew the hem of his black clothes, and he closed his eyes and played the song "The Devil's Grinning" slowly.

One of Paganini's Twenty-Four Caprices.

Thrilling and weird music sounded, followed by explosions one after another, a series of fires, and bright fireworks appearing in the sky.

［Good evening(Good evening).］

Fireworks bloomed in the sky and turned into such a line of words.

It seems that all the foreshadowing is just for this sentence.

After the song ended, even though there was no audience to appreciate it, Miyamoto Aito still performed the curtain call ceremony, looked at the disappearing fireworks, and the smoke and fire coming out of the damaged buildings around him, and pursed his lips.

He had killed many undercover agents and stuffed their corpses into the crematorium one by one to obtain so many ashes.

It is not easy to make such large fireworks.

Before killing those traitors, he asked the question on the Internet [How would an undercover spy want to die?]

Someone answered his question: "The lives of most spies are like fleeting fireworks, but they are not as good as fireworks, because the fireworks are brilliant when they disappear. If they can die in a colorful way, for the unknown spies,

I guess I should be satisfied.”

So Aito Miyamoto liked this answer and made a batch of ashes fireworks with great care.

Maybe after the fireworks are over, the ashes that fall will float to the hometown of the undercover agents.

This can be regarded as the soul returning to its hometown.

Miyamoto Aito thought emotionlessly while taking pictures with his mobile phone.

【It’s time for you to go back to Japan.——Gin】

Such a message suddenly appeared at the top of the screen.

[I know, the flight is tomorrow.——Everclear]

He put away his cell phone, held his violin in his arms, and jumped off the Statue of Liberty.

He was holding a rope in his hand, and the hook at the end of the rope was fixed on the torch of the Statue of Liberty. He held the rope and landed safely.

With a slight wave of his arm, he retracted the rope and left slowly with the violin in his arms.

Behind him, the Statue of Liberty fell apart and collapsed.

A cloud of dust was raised.

…

He slowly walked on the way back while looking at the scenery.

During this period, the spirit of freedom and democracy caused by the explosion and the collapse of the Statue of Liberty was ignored.

Men holding guns recklessly shot at pedestrians on the street, broke into houses and burned, killed and looted, or were shot dead on the spot in self-defense.

As if he couldn't see it, he returned home in an unhurried pace.

Putting the violin into the case, he took off his black coat and black hat, revealing his snow-white hair and eyes like the clear sky.

He closed his eyes skillfully.

Because these eyes can provide information anytime and anywhere, it is too troublesome and consumes too much energy.

Although closing it doesn't have much effect, it can reduce it a little bit.

[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained fear emotion + 2 million, admiration emotion + 3 million, and love emotion + 1.4 million.] The system prompts.

Miyamoto Aito took it for granted and did not express any opinion.

The admiration value is more than the fear value, and he has become accustomed to it in the past few years.

The American people seem to particularly appreciate what he does and his ability to get away with it.

His hand touched his neck, where he was wearing a black leather collar. He placed his hand on the silver buckle and took off the collar.

A horizontal, uneven, and ferocious light brown scar was revealed.

He opened his mouth tentatively, but was too lazy to speak and closed it.

He has a habit of taking off excess jewelry before going to bed.

Collar, gloves, kneepads.

Then he placed the small white paper figures next to the pillow.

Finally, he lay down on the bed, with a standard posture like a robot and closed his eyes.

Perhaps because he was going back to Japan tomorrow, Aito had a dream.

Dreams about first memories.

Miyamoto Aito came to this world seven years ago.

My mind went blank, with no memory whatsoever.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed something was wrong with his body.

Unable to move freely.

He was imprisoned.

Imprisoned in Japan.

The people who imprisoned him were a couple.

A couple speaking Japanese.

A couple suffered a mental breakdown after losing their only son.

In their delirious chatter, Miyamoto Aito understood the reason why he, or the original owner of this body, was imprisoned.

Because the original owner had a bright smile, much like their dead son, they kidnapped the original owner.

And because he forgot to feed, the original owner starved to death.

And Miyamoto Aito, who came to life through this body, lived a life of imprisonment in his place.

Although his brain's memory was blank, Miyamoto Aito felt that he and the original owner were two different people.

He originally planned to find a way to get the crazy couple to unshackle his limbs, but before he could take action.

The wife of the couple was the first to go crazy.

She broke Aito Miyamoto's legs and fundamentally solved the problem of Aito Miyamoto's possible escape.

"As long as your legs are broken, you can't leave your mother. Don't leave your mother, Aito." The crazy woman hugged him, sobbing and paranoid.

The crazy husband kicked three of his ribs and crushed his hands.

"Why do you want to leave us?" The man holding the bottle looked drunk.

He slammed the unfinished wine bottle on his head.

The woman hugged him and cried, talking about her full love, and lovingly kissed the scar on his forehead.

"Don't blame mom and dad, Aito, mom and dad just love you too much..." the woman cried.

Miyamoto Aito listened to her crying without saying a word.

His eyes were filled with lead.

"How can you look at us with such eyes? Aito, you should look at your parents with eyes full of love..." The crazy woman hugged him and patted his back gently, her tone full of emotion.

Said lovingly.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Blind in both eyes, voiceless, deaf in the left ear, the legs that were interrupted but not treated have become disabled, become deformed and ugly, and the hands have become

Deformed and distorted.

The couple who hugged him and confessed their love one second would beat him to the brink of death the next second.

Sometimes I would remember to feed him when it was normal, and sometimes I would forget to feed him.

On the thousand and first night of their captivity, the mentally ill couple died.

Was killed.

Before she died, the mad woman struggled to escape to him and stuffed a key into his hand.

"Aito...my Aito..."

"I love you……"

She said these words with love, and then there was a gunshot from behind her, and she fell next to the boy.

Lost its breath forever.

Her desperate behavior to escape here unsurprisingly attracted the killer who came to clean them up.

"Why do these two guys still keep such a pet in the basement?" His only hearing right ear heard the sound of someone chatting.

"Who knows what these two lunatics are thinking." A voice different from the man who said the first sentence sounded.

"Okay, do we need to get rid of him?" Another voice asked.

Three people came.

Miyamoto Aito judged the situation.

"Tsk, if you leave him here alone, he won't survive."

"Bourbon, you are really kind."

"I just wanted to see if he could struggle."

The three of them seemed to feel that Miyamoto Aito could not hear the sound at all, and they were talking as if no one was around.

"I can't run away, I can't make a cry for help, I can't even see with my eyes..."

"Even if we don't do anything, he will die here."

"What a coincidence, I feel the same way."

"Then put him here?"

"Wouldn't it be interesting to let him wait in despair for death?"

The owners of the three voices all seemed to be extremely evil villains who took pleasure in watching the struggles of the weak.

They discussed this and reached a consensus.

Finally left.

Miyamoto Aito used the key to open the shackles that had imprisoned him for nearly three years.

[Congratulations to the host, he completed the novice mission, escaped from the couple, and received the novice reward

.

[Task rewards can be used to repair injured parts.] The existence named System prompted.

"Repair my leg." The boy who had been imprisoned for nearly three years said in his heart.

The sudden appearance of the sound was not surprising at all.

He couldn't pronounce the words with his vocal cords, so he could only speak in his heart.

Fortunately, the system can hear it.

Then he regained feeling in his legs.

I fumbled and stumbled out of this place I had stayed for almost three years but was not familiar with at all.

Go towards the path pointed by the system.

In the dark room, a pair of faint blue eyes opened.

PS: It’s not Heishencan. Well, Aito has no self-destructive tendencies and will not commit suicide.

I just wanted to write a son who was different from Dazai.

[Non-relief] But it’s not as black as the Dazai next door.

[Timeline confusion]

(Passionate pit, written and played, the level is very poor, the writing is rubbish, the same as Dazai's book, there is no outline, but it should be better than the early stage of Dazai's book, the plot will not be so scattered, but I think this one may

No one is watching hhhhhh.)