Conan's winery play house

Chapter 11 Rice Flower Town with its simple folk customs

"Goodbye Papa, goodbye Uncle Vodka." Aito got out of the car, waved to the two people in the car, then turned around and opened the door.

"Brother, Ivy..." The eyes under the vodka sunglasses were particularly complex.

He thought that the other party was just a child who longed for the father's love from his elder brother, but now it seems that it is more than that?

Avita... is not normal.

Gin watched the young man walk into the house, and his eyes signaled Vodka to drive.

On the other hand, he sneered clearly in his heart.

"Believe it or not, that brat Aiwei is also waiting for us to die like that dog." Gin's voice mocked.

I'm afraid that when they die, the kid will nervously face them with the little paper figurine, expecting and impatient to let them die quickly.

"How could it be? Ivy wouldn't be like this..." Vodka's tone was full of disbelief.

Vodka still knows how much Avicril likes his gin brother.

Would such an opponent wish for the death of Brother Gin?

"That brat..." Gin raised the corner of his mouth.

"I've gone crazy a long time ago," he said.

As early as the days when he was imprisoned by that couple, he might have gone crazy.

That couple... originally belonged to Karasuma Pharmaceutical Company as a couple of researchers.

Everything went according to that person's plan.

"Brother——" Vodka suddenly burst into tears.

"Avi is so pitiful -" he said with pity in his voice.

He was about to cry for the other person's pity.

"Stop your useless pity, Vodka." Gin tried to interrupt Vodka's emotions.

"Avi definitely didn't expect us to die on purpose. He is just sick. Brother, don't be angry..." Vodka continued to say with tears in his eyes.

I'm afraid Aito can't tell the difference between the dead and the living.

Gin:……

Vodka guy always gets emotional when he doesn't have to.

Does that brat need vodka to pity him?

He himself doesn't feel sorry for himself.

Vodka mercy means nothing.

Gin ignored Vodka's gesture of wiping away tears, took a photo of Aito's diagnosis certificate, and sent it via email.

Sent to BOSS.

I'm afraid that person is quite concerned about this.

"Have you cried enough? Vodka, drive." Gin reminded Vodka who was still crying.

"Oh, okay." Vodka immediately wiped away the tears in a hurry and started driving seriously.

…

Aito placed the little paper man attached to the dog's soul on the sofa.

Start waiting for the changes in the little paper man.

The originally pure white paper figure gradually turned into light brown.

From the human form, it became the shape of a Shiba Inu.

A tail and ears have grown.

Aito found a black paintbrush and drew eyes on the paper man..., no, in the empty eye sockets of the paper dog.

Then the Shiba Inu with the paper body suddenly came to life.

I jogged a few steps on the sofa.

"Don't touch the water or get close to the fire. The paper figures are very afraid of these things." Aito touched the paper figure that looked like a Shiba Inu.

The touch from your fingertips is that of paper, not plush.

"But even if this body is broken, I can still replace it with a new one for you."

"But if you leave the paper man for too long, the soul will dissipate." He reminded with a worried tone.

It took a lot of effort to finally have my first pet family, but I can’t let it disappear so quickly.

The paper figurine Shiba Inu wagged its tail and rubbed Aito's hand silently.

It is only as big as a palm, but very cute.

Aito holds a magazine "How to Raise Pets" in his hand. The little Shiba Inu is lying on his shoulder, looking at it curiously with its black eyes.

"The book says that the dog should be given a certain amount of walking time every day to make the dog familiar with the environment near home..." Aito looked at the content in the magazine and nodded.

"I'll take you for a walk now. It just so happens that I haven't walked around yet since I moved here. Let's get familiar with the environment around our new home." Aito touched the little Shiba Inu on his shoulder.

Although it doesn't feel soft and plush, he still likes it very much.

"They say it's best to have a leash when walking your dog..." Aito looked at the size of the little Shiba Inu on his shoulder.

It's as big as a palm, not as big as a leash collar.

Aito thought for a while, found a thin ribbon usually used to tie bows, wrapped it around the neck of the little Shiba Inu, and tied a knot.

The other end of the ribbon is in my hand.

He nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good, you can go out now." He put on his sneakers and happily started walking the dog for the first time.

It's afternoon now, because the sunset is filling the sky with a layer of glow.

"It seems that the surrounding environment of our new home is very good, very quiet..." Aito said with emotion, touching the little Shiba Inu on his shoulder.

He was in the United States before, and although he often changed addresses, the neighborhood at each address was too lively.

At night you will hear gunshots and screams coming from outside, and during the day you will see free people shooting in the streets.

There were several times when burglars broke into his house late at night and were killed by traps he set in the yard.

The body fell on the lawn, with blood everywhere.

Aito cut them into eight pieces overnight, stuffed them into bags, dragged them in suitcases to the organization's local base, stuffed them into the cremator, and destroyed the corpses.

Even the lawn was replaced with a new one overnight.

After all, we had anticipated this situation for a long time, so we used fake lawns that were easy to replace.

Several people died one after another and the police didn't come to the door.

Aito still lives a quiet life.

It wasn't until he greeted the people of the city in that place, blew up dozens of buildings, and caused thousands of casualties that he moved to another place to live.

Aito changed residences more than fifty times in the United States, and New York was his last stop.

He would say hello to every city he lived in.

Japan also needs it.

Although Papa said to keep a low profile, it's fine as long as his identity is not discovered.

Aito is not short of emotional value. Although he had to bear hundreds of millions of debts to buy six eyes, the debt was paid off after he changed his residence more than 20 times in the United States.

The number of buildings he has bombed in the United States is conservatively estimated to be at least a thousand.

During his three years in the United States, he continued to cause bombings in various places and was even on the FBI's most wanted list. The bounty has reached 10 million.

The gain in emotional value is also very considerable.

After paying off a debt of 100 million, he now still has a balance of 200 million in emotional value.

Saying hello more than fifty times only earned a total of more than 300 million emotional points.

Some were not provided to him by U.S. residents.

It was provided to him by people from other countries on the Internet who had seen the news.

And he also has a fan website.

People often leave messages on that website asking him to blow up some place.

If Aito sees it, he will add that place to his next action target.

The balance of 200 million is enough for Aito to survive for a long time if he just survives.

But Aito cannot guarantee whether anything will happen in the future that requires the purchase of expensive props.

In addition, he had read in a book before that he could not stop easily, and once he felt satisfied, he would not be able to continue making progress.

So he felt that he should maintain the same behavior as he did in the United States.

Replenish the balance every once in a while.

Is it... the kind mentioned in the book, to be prepared?

(End of chapter)