Conan's winery play house

Chapter 164 The strong should not be afraid of the weak

After getting through the dog hole, or secret door, several people entered a small room.

Although small, it is a very clean small room.

There is no dust or garbage at all on the ground.

It made the few people who had to climb in feel much better.

Then they stood up and clapped their hands.

While turning his head, he looked around.

The next moment, the four people in Silver Bullet made the sound of retching.

Even Tetsuya Aoyagi, who is an adult, is the same.

He couldn't help but retched and made a sound.

If it hadn't been for the fact that no one had eaten much today, I might have actually vomited it out.

"Sure enough, that guy is a pervert." Morohoshi Hideki forcibly controlled his desire to retching, clenched his fists, and spoke with a gloomy face.

This room looks like it was originally a utility room that was cleared away. It has no windows and only a hidden vent.

There is a large sealed barrel in the corner next to it.

Bookshelf-like lattice shelves are installed on three walls.

At this moment, every grid is filled with things.

If you look closely, you can see an arm, a foot, or a head with both eyes floating in the glass jars filled with unknown liquids.

Her hair clings to the glass like seaweed.

There were also gouged out eyes.

Pairs of wide eyes were soaked in glass jars.

Green eyes like leaves in the sun, blue eyes like the calm sea, warm light brown eyes like honey...

They should have been extremely beautiful and agile, but now they have turned into horrifying viewing props.

Without saying a word, Tetsuya Aoyagi already raised his camera and started taking pictures to preserve evidence.

"What's in this jar?" Hideki Morohoshi took out his gloves from his pants pocket and put them on, then stretched out his hand and tried to open the jar.

Kikukawa Seiichiro and others also took out their gloves and put them on to help.

They are cultivating the habit of wearing gloves with them. After all, they cannot touch things with ungloved hands at a crime scene.

Miyamoto Aito was standing in front of a row of glass jars, looking into the eyes inside.

"I see...does he want to dig out my eyes too?" he said thoughtfully.

It seemed that not only his eyes, but the other party wanted to tear apart his whole body.

Aito recalled the other party's burning gaze, and found in his memory an existence with a gaze similar to that of the other party.

When the ogre whom he cut into two thousand pieces first saw him, his eyes were very hot, and he looked at him carefully up and down.

Detectives cannot kill people.

But Uncle Salvino and Papa both taught him not to let go of anyone who wants to attack him.

You should do what the other person wants to do to you and do it back in the same way.

This is called avoiding future troubles.

But if the other party is locked up, there probably won't be a chance to appear in front of him again.

The police will catch the bad guys and put them where they belong.

He is also a bad person, so he cannot be caught by the police.

"Are you scared? Miyamoto." Kiyoshiro Kikukawa came to him and asked.

He looked much more scared than Aito.

Rather than worrying about Miyamoto Aito being afraid, it would be better to say...

He wanted to find someone who was as scared as he was.

Aito looked at the other person who looked frightened, then looked at Hideki Morohoshi and others who turned their heads in disgust at the contents of the jar, then put the lid back on and started looking around for things with great interest.

"I'm not afraid, are you afraid Kikukawa? Don't be afraid, he is very weak." The boy with white hair and blue eyes said as he looked at Seiichiro Kikukawa.

It’s almost the same as that Mr. Curator.

The tranquilizer gun can kill the opponent.

"...very weak?" Kiyoshiro Kikukawa looked at the limbs, heads and eyes on the shelves around him.

I thought about the contents of the big bucket I just saw, and my face turned pale.

The bucket was filled with hair, some internal organs, and blood. When they opened it, they saw white maggots squirming inside.

Thinking of this, Kikukawa Seiichiro's hair stood on end and he felt like vomiting again.

"Are you okay?" Aito reached out and touched the other person's forehead.

It was cold and still sweating.

Are you so scared?

"He is very weak. The tranquilizer gun in your hand can kill him three times." The boy with white hair and blue eyes took out the tranquilizer gun and signaled to him.

"Two needles can kill a person. There are six needles in total. You have the final say whether he lives or dies."

"Why should you be afraid of someone whose life you can take away at your convenience?"

"So there is no need to be afraid." Aito said to Kikukawa Seiichiro in a serious tone.

These words were also said to him by Papa.

Sister Shiho was afraid of facing the organization's experimental subjects. When Papa found out about this, he pressed Aito's head with disdain and said, "Don't be like that woman Shirley, who is afraid of that kind of rubbish.

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"Obviously the life and death of that piece of trash is in her hands, yet she would actually be afraid of him and feel guilty? Haha, such a useless emotion."

"Why should the strong be afraid of the weak? Why should you be afraid of him when you can kill him?"

"Are you afraid of others because of guilt? Ivy."

"do not let me down."

Of course Aito would not disappoint him, so his answer at the time was straightforward.

"I see."

When facing Gin, he is always submissive, so most of his answers are "I know, I understand, okay."

He has no fear or guilt.

He may still pretend in front of strangers, but he stops pretending in front of special friends who share a common secret.

Kikukawa Seiichiro looked at the white-haired boy whose smile healed him, and listened to the soft voice speaking to him, and his pale face gradually returned to normal.

"Can I... kill him?"

"I don't have to... be afraid of him?"

He murmured in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

What is he afraid of? Afraid of the other party's cruel killing methods, afraid that he will become a collection in those jars.

but……

The opponent is very weak.

He has weapons that can kill him.

"Yes, so there's nothing to be afraid of, right." Aito nodded with a bright smile.

"You just need to hold the gun tightly and shoot at him, and he will die. It's very simple." He put the anesthetic gun into Kikukawa Seiichiro's hand, asked him to hold the gun tightly, and then said.

Kikukawa Seiichiro did hold the gun tightly, and then breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You're right." He looked at the white-haired boy and showed a calm smile full of etiquette that he had cultivated since childhood.

The performer cannot change his face easily, nor can the audience see the performer's inner thoughts through his expression.

All the audience can see is what the performer wants them to see.

Kikukawa Seiichiro regained his dignity as the heir of the Kyogen master family.

Seeing this, Tetsuya Aoyagi looked at Miyamoto Aito inexplicably.

The series of speeches made by the other party just now were really... arrogant and cold.

The main meaning is probably that the strong need not be afraid of the weak, the strong control the life and death of the weak.

Because the opponent is weak and can be killed easily, there is no need to be afraid of the opponent.

This is instigating a crime, this is!!!

Sure enough, the most dangerous person is the other party, and my intuition is right.

Who knows what kind of education he has received at such a young age that he can say such things.

Is this how chaebol teach heirs?

The arrogant and cold-hearted real instigator, old father Gin: Did I say something wrong?

Obedient Aito: Remember it.

Tetsuya Aoyagi: Zaibatsu are really scary.

(End of chapter)