Conan's winery play house

Chapter 167 Under twelve years old

After the boy finished speaking, the blond man did not respond.

The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

"Aito." The blond man called.

"I'm here." The white-haired boy responded.

Bourbon was silent for a moment and asked the question he wanted to know: "Do you like being a detective?"

"I like it." The white-haired boy answered without hesitation.

Because Shinichi's brother is a detective, he also likes detectives.

"But you can't follow the example of those righteous detectives. We are criminals who run counter to justice." The blond man said as if warning or reminding.

"You can play the so-called detective game as much as you want, but...it must not turn into justice that hates evil as much as it hates evil." He said.

"I won't. We are bad people, right? Bad people can only be with bad people, and everyone in the organization is our companion..." The white-haired boy eagerly looked for recognition.

"If I become that kind of righteous, I will be ostracized. I don't want that." As if he was afraid of this and wanted to seek comfort or a sense of security, he hugged his adult family members and murmured softly to himself.

"...As long as you understand." Bourbon said with seeming satisfaction.

The hand placed behind the boy's back turned into a fist at some point.

The young man lying on his shoulder had an expressionless face and empty eyes at the moment.

But in the blink of an eye, he showed a warm and sweet smile and lowered his head.

The two of them kept hugging each other without making any sound.

What is going on in my heart is unknown.

Until there were heavy footsteps upstairs.

Dafuxiong in a black coat walked over, his black glass eyes staring at Bourbon quietly.

"It's already eleven o'clock, aren't you going to bed?" The blond man stared at the white bear with calm eyes while speaking to the boy in a gentle voice.

"Well, it's time for Brother Tou to go to bed. Good night." The young man pressed his face against the man's face again, then stepped back obediently, letting the teddy bear pick him up and leave.

"Good night." The blond man stood up from the sofa and followed the stuffed bear up the stairs.

Turned off the lights in the living room.

His footsteps stopped on the second floor, watching the stuffed bear continue to hug the boy and walk towards the third floor.

If Miyamoto Eto is just Miyamoto Eto, then being a righteous detective is a good thing for society.

But he is not only Miyamoto Aito, he is also the codename member of the organization, Aiwe Lier.

It's okay to treat detectives as a game, but if you really become a righteous person, the organization will not allow it.

As a member of the organization, Bourbon would certainly not allow it.

Bourbon will only hold each other and watch each other sink in the darkness.

…

Aito finished washing, put on his pajamas, and lay on the bed side by side with Dafu, with cookies lying on his chest and little paper people with family names written on them beside his pillow.

"Uncle System, do you know my past?" He asked while lying on the bed with his eyes open.

[The system doesn’t know.] The system’s voice is still cold.

"Then can I remember the past? Aito continued to ask.

He always felt that Uncle System was omnipotent.

[The system doesn’t know.] The all-powerful Uncle System answered coldly without hesitation.

"Indeed, after all, the memory is my own. Whether I can remember it or not is something that even I don't know. It's normal for the system uncle not to know." Aito said thoughtfully.

"Then my eyes are originally six eyes?" He changed the question again.

[Yes, so the six eyes are very compatible with the host, but the host's original six eyes can no longer be used. The six eyes used now are the six eyes purchased in the system mall.] The system's answer this time was very careful.

"So that's it." Aito had a look of realization on his face.

"So... the one who died was me? Why do I feel... that he and I are not the same person?" He asked with doubtful eyes.

Is it because there is no memory?

[The system doesn’t know.] Uncle System has once again become taciturn, talking little but reliable.

"Am I really twelve years old?" Aito asked again.

[If it refers to the body, according to the bone age, the host is not yet twelve years old.] The system said this.

"It means it hasn't arrived yet..." Aito blinked.

[The host has not celebrated his twelfth birthday yet.] The system reminded.

"Yes, my birthday is coming soon!" The young man's pale blue eyes became bright.

On his birthday, he will receive gifts from family members he knows.

Even Papa will be extremely tolerant of him on that day.

There will also be a special birthday cake.

"I'm looking forward to it!" He turned over on the bed.

"When is Uncle System's birthday?" he asked expectantly.

After so long, he didn't even know Uncle System's birthday.

[I don’t have a birthday.] The system replied.

It is not a living thing in the first place and does not need birthday rituals.

"In that case, celebrate your birthday with me. Uncle System will always be with me anyway. In this way, my birthday will be Uncle System's birthday." The white-haired boy smiled brightly.

"I will give the birthday gift given to me by Papa to Uncle System." His eyes were sincere and his tone was sincere.

"That day I heard Uncle System's voice, and that day I met Papa. It was a very lucky day." He expressed his sincere joy.

[It’s up to the host to decide.] The system did not have any objection to this, nor did it reject it.

It's just a birthday, the host decides.

"Then the next birthday will be Uncle System's and my birthday together."

"That's great." He said.

"Good night, Dafu, cookies, everyone, and...Uncle System." The young man smiled, his voice became softer and softer, and he quickly closed his eyes.

Even when he fell asleep, he had a smile on his face.

It's like falling into a sweet dream.

Dafu was covered with a quilt, lying motionless next to the boy, and put on a blindfold.

Cookie changed into a position where she was curled up, curled up next to the boy's cheek, and fell asleep quietly.

Early the next morning, Hideki Morohoshi called him.

"Are you awake?" Morohoshi Hideki asked.

"Do you have to go to school today?" Miyamoto Aito sat on the edge of the bed and asked, shaking his head.

"Today, Sunday, there happens to be a football cup match. Do you want to go watch the football match together?" Hideki, a senior fan from Morohoshi, asked.

"Football game...Okay." Aito thought for a while and replied.

Yesterday seemed to be Tuesday...is today Sunday?

Sure enough, I still can't tell the date.

"See you at the gym." After Hideki Morohoshi got the answer, he hung up the phone and started calling other companions.

"There are no new tasks for me..." Aito looked at his phone, sent a good morning to the contact number one on the list, and then put down his phone.

When Hideki Morohoshi asked him if he wanted to go to a football match, he paused because he was thinking about whether he had any tasks to do.

The answer is no.

After coming to Japan, I became very relaxed.

I hope I won’t see anyone say that Aito’s book is similar to which one.

Don’t worry, it’s day by day.

I originally typed up a long paragraph of what I wanted to say, but I deleted it because I was too lazy to say it.

No plagiarism, no plagiarism, no plagiarism.

(End of chapter)