Conan's winery play house

Chapter 115 Diary

"Okay." Zhuxing Hideki nodded.

They really should go back.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening.

They went to the library at seven o'clock, and it was not even eight o'clock when Director Jinchuan died.

Afterwards, the body was sent to this funeral home to select souvenir styles.

Only two hours have passed in total.

But these two hours were more exciting to them than the memories of the past few years.

"Let's go, Miyamoto." Hideki Morohoshi greeted.

"Can I come and play with Brother Suzi later?" Aito asked, still in front of the man, with a voice full of expectation.

He even took off his sunglasses and stared at the man.

His eyes were full of expectation, like the endless sky.

"You'd better put them on, I'm afraid I can't control it." The man said with emotion in his voice as he put the sunglasses that Aito had taken off back on.

He is a companion of the organization and cannot be attacked.

But these eyes...

It was so beautiful that even though he had no interest in collecting human organs, he still had a desire to dig them out and collect them.

"If you want to come and play with me, you are welcome at any time." He said.

"Well! Then I'll come and play with you next time!" Aito nodded vigorously, the happiness in his voice unmistakable.

The sound of footsteps also reveals joy.

"Let's go, Zhuxing." He returned to the silver bullet.

The others didn't ask much.

Everyone now even feels that Aito is a creditor.

Props are provided by Aito for free.

Even the processing of corpses to make souvenirs was done by Aito.

The only thing others can do is to be nicer to him.

After all, everyone is on the same side.

No matter what, it is impossible to pay unilaterally, and they will not be able to give anything in return for the time being.

We can only treat the other party twice as much.

Tetsuya Aoyagi drove the car without saying a word. Normally, if he had received a ring worth 130,000 US dollars for free, he would have been happy enough to attend the party.

But when I thought about it, it was a ring made of ashes and diamonds.

This is proof that they are accomplices.

Aoyagi Tetsuya just wanted to sigh.

Leave a souvenir or something...

Obviously I want to leave something to remind each other what we have done together.

They are really elementary school students who should not be underestimated.

Should this method be said to be worthy of being the heir of each family?

…

In the suburbs late at night, Toru Amuro was scaling the fence.

He had been eyeing this house for several days.

I haven't seen anyone show up.

Even the lights never came on.

The white camellia in the yard blooms well because there is an automatic watering machine.

The flowers will be watered automatically every five o'clock in the afternoon.

The door was never opened.

After confirming that no one was living there, Toru Amuro finally made up his mind to sneak in and investigate tonight.

The white camellia in the yard is very beautiful.

There are also flowers planted in the yard of the house where he and Avicril live, but they are white roses.

He glanced at the sea of ​​flowers planted and walked towards the main building.

Glenlivet and Tita are researchers of the organization. They are indeed not short of money, and it is easy to understand that they live in such a big house.

Toru Amuro chose to go through the front door because the window couldn't be opened unless he broke the glass, but in that case, the noise would be too great.

As for the main entrance...

Toru Amuro held the iron pick and leaned close to the keyhole, tinkering with it while listening to the movement.

There was a click.

The door lock is unlocked.

He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

Went into the house.

It was no different from the house he saw when he came four years ago.

Exactly the same.

Whether it's an ornament or something else.

Nothing has changed at all.

For a time Toru Amuro felt like he was back four years ago.

It's just that three people came here four years ago.

And now he is alone.

Gorgeous crystal chandelier.

There are several decorative oil paintings hanging on the walls.

And... a photo of the two together.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes and a woman with blond hair and blue eyes.

Glenlivet and Tita.

Both of them were expressionless, looking cold and serious.

Two people who are very similar and perfect for each other.

Looking at these photos, Toru Amuro found it hard to imagine what the mentally ill couple who had fallen into madness looked like four years ago.

There was no clarity in their eyes at that time, and confusion and madness were written all over their bodies.

Except... before he died, Glenlivet's eyes seemed to clear up for a moment.

Tita, who was seriously injured, abandoned her dead husband without hesitation and ran in one direction.

Now Toru Amuro is also heading in that direction.

Go down the spiral staircase.

Came to the basement.

Opened that door.

The moment he opened the door, Toru Amuro seemed to see the scene he had seen four years ago again.

The white-haired boy was lying on the ground with bruises and blood all over his body.

Empty syringes and syringes were scattered around.

The blue eyes were dull, empty, and filled with nothing.

The expression on his face was one of impassive numbness.

There are shackles on the wrists, ankles and neck, like...

Dog tied up in the corner.

The seriously injured woman crawled to the boy and hugged him.

Immediately afterwards...

Rye shot and killed the woman.

The gunshot did not cause any fluctuation in the boy's expression.

Toru Amuro blinked and came back to his senses.

There is no picture of the past in front of me.

But the bloody shackles still exist.

Toru Amuro stepped forward, looked at the chains fixed on the wall, and then knelt down to observe the shackles on the ground.

The blood stains on it have dried up over time and turned into something like rust.

These are the shackles that Avicril once used, no doubt.

There is nothing in this room.

Except for the flying bird pattern on the snow-white tiles.

There is a flying bird on each tile, and each flying bird is in a different position. When connected together, it looks like a flock of birds flying.

Or the flight path of a lonely bird.

Toru Amuro checked the room and found no clues, so he exited the room and closed the door.

Came to another room in the basement.

Just like Avicril has his own research laboratory underground.

Glenlivet and Tita are also available.

Toru Amuro stepped into this research room.

The cabinets are filled with various reagents, and a half-open diary is placed on the table.

The scene is casual and natural, as if the owner is leaving for a while and will come back soon.

He reached out and picked up the diary.

Start reading from the first page.

[On July 8, the experiment failed again.]

[On July 9th, the experiment failed.]

[On August 1st, the experiment made no progress.]

[On August 8th, I don’t think this medicine should be called silver bullet. It can’t exorcise demons at all.]

[On November 8th, I will kill that guy Glenlivet sooner or later, after he is no longer of use.]

[On December 30th, I seem to be pregnant.]

[I should have a child on June 8th.]

[My child seems to have disappeared on March 7th.]

Starting from March 7th, there will be no more time in the diary after that.

[Where has my child gone?]

[Don’t he know that his mother is looking for him?]

[He is a disobedient child, making his parents so worried.]

[It's all that man's fault, he is not a qualified father, he deserves to die...]

[That man is crazy, I injected him with new drugs...]

[I seem to be crazy too...]

[Do I really have a child? Have I ever been pregnant?]

[…………]

[I found him.]

[The first thing a disobedient child says after seeing his mother is call him auntie. This needs to be corrected.]

[But he looks so cute when he smiles. He looks like a good boy in my memory. He also cares about his mother and asks her why she is unhappy.]

[It would be nice if he called mom instead of aunt, disobedient child...]

[Go home with mom, she will teach you to be a good child again...]

If I don’t save the manuscript, I can’t do ten chapters. Let’s go to seven chapters. I’m already feeling cold.

(End of chapter)