Conan's winery play house

Chapter 2 Gin Papa

Tokyo Airport.

A young man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and shorts walked out of the passage.

The exposed legs and knees were wearing black knee pads.

Dragging a black suitcase that was almost half his height.

He walked towards a black Porsche parked outside the airport with a clear purpose.

Open the door and get in the back seat.

"Welcome back, Clear." Sitting in the driver's seat, Vodka smiled honestly.

The young man lifted his hat, revealing his hidden snow-white hair, eyes wrapped with black ribbons, and a bright smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Vodka." His smile and voice always have a clean and soft feeling.

Or maybe it's because of his snow-white hair color, snow-white skin color, or something else.

"Don't be pretentious, Ivy." The man with long silver hair glanced at him lukewarmly.

"Okay, papa." Miyamoto Aito put away his smile and sat upright and said.

Gin suddenly stopped talking.

Miyamoto Aito took out a book from his clothes.

"The book says that calling us this way will help improve our father-son relationship..." Miyamoto Aito said while holding up the book.

Vodka glanced back curiously and saw the title of the book.

"How to Make Your Dad Like You More"

"The secret of harmonious coexistence between father and son"

"Claire, you really worked hard to make your elder brother like you..." Vodka sighed with admiration.

Avicril's dedication to his father's love really shocked him every time he saw it.

But the other party didn't think there was any problem at all, and it could even be said that his attitude was so serious that he was pious.

"After all, there is only one role for a father." The boy with white hair and blue eyes nodded seriously.

Moreover, Gin is his guardian, so there is no problem in calling him father.

"I heard that you and Vermouth (Belmod) have a close relationship. Next time I see each other, do I need to call her mother or mammy?" Miyamoto Aito asked seriously.

"No need, shut up, Ivy." The man with long silver hair had a cold expression.

"Stay away from that woman," he warned.

Belmod is a typical mystic, and for someone like Avicril who is easily influenced, it is better not to get too close to him.

If Avicril becomes like that woman, a mystic who only speaks half the words, it will be difficult for him not to beat up this brat.

"I understand, papa." Miyamoto Aito said with a serious expression.

Be careful to stay away from Belmode.

Fortunately, I didn't have much contact with the other party when I was in the United States.

"Have you remembered your memory?" Gin seemed to be testing, but also seemed to be just asking casually.

"Not at all." The boy with white hair and blue eyes shook his head.

His memory started from being resurrected on the body of the original owner seven years ago.

He knows nothing about the original owner's past, and he knows nothing about his own past.

He didn't know whether the original owner had a family or whether his family was looking for him.

It was only on the thousand and first night of his imprisonment that he met Gin who was killing people on his way to escape.

For some reason, the other party did not kill him to silence him, but took him away from the murder scene.

Now that I think about it, maybe the identity of the original owner has some value.

"You made a big fuss in America last night." The man with long silver hair said calmly.

"It's just a farewell ceremony." Miyamoto Aito said with a serious face.

After all, I have lived in New York for a while, and I should leave some traces when I leave.

Let New Yorkers be reminded of his footprints when they see it.

Miyamoto Aito just wants to be remembered. What's wrong with that?

"Speaking of which, Aito, how much have you grown in the past three years?" Vodka suddenly asked.

Miyamoto Aito silently put the book away without saying a word.

"Ten centimeters." Gin said as if he was in a good mood.

He can know a person's body values ​​just by looking at him a few times.

Avicril has only grown ten centimeters in the past three years.

"You say he's sixteen, but this kid still looks the same as a twelve-year-old." Gin said with a smile.

The boy with white hair and blue eyes touched his knees wearing knee pads.

These legs have been broken for nearly three years.

He touched his arm again. Where the blood vessels on his arm were, there were rows of scars like needle holes.

The son the couple lost was only nine years old. In order to prevent him from growing up, they continuously injected him with growth-inhibiting drugs.

So much so that from the time he was imprisoned at the age of nine to the time he escaped when he was nearly twelve, his height and appearance were almost the same as when he was nine.

Even if he escaped later, he had only grown a total of fourteen centimeters in nearly four years.

Even though he is now said to be sixteen years old, his height is only 1.44 meters.

Even in appearance he looks like an eleven or twelve year old boy.

"I will still grow taller." The boy with white hair and blue eyes said with confidence.

Even if he only grows three or four centimeters a year, he will grow thirty to forty centimeters in ten years. When he is twenty-six years old, he will be 1.8 meters tall.

"Your identity has been arranged." Gin seemed not to have listened to the other party's declaration.

"But from now on, you are twelve years old." The man with long silver hair said.

"But I'm already sixteen years old." The boy with white hair and blue eyes pursed his lips and reminded him.

How can it be that the longer you live, the smaller you become?

"This is an order." Gin said coldly.

Sixteen-year-old looks like this? It’s too suspicious.

"Okay, papa." Miyamoto Aito's unhappy mood was already shown on his face, and the corners of his mouth were lowered, but he still said obediently.

For the sake of a harmonious father-son relationship, stay twelve years old.

Anyway, even if I tell others that I am sixteen years old, they will be regarded as an eleven or twelve-year-old primary school student or a first-year junior high school student.

"What mission does BOSS have to transfer me back to Japan?" He changed the topic and asked.

"You can't stay in the United States for the time being." Gin just said.

If Avicril is allowed to stay in the United States, someone will find out.

He is already a member of the organization. The organization has raised him for four years and will not let him go so easily.

"Okay...then what do I need to do? Can you say hello to Japan?" The boy with white hair and blue eyes asked with a gentle smile.

"Hide your identity and wait for notification." The man with long silver hair said.

"Don't make too much noise." His tone was calm.

That’s no good, you have to keep a low profile.

But as long as the identity is hidden well enough, right?

Miyamoto Aito thought in his heart.

"Okay, papa." His face was a sweet reply.

Gin didn't bother to correct Avicril's title.

Perhaps because he has nothing in his memory, Avicril particularly likes to play tricks. He often makes some weird-looking paper figures and places those that have not been painted but have lifelike human shapes on them.

Play house together.

I don’t know if I bought it or made it myself.

Each paper figure was also assigned an identity.

There are even some paper figures with the code names of gin, vodka and others written on them.

He calls him father, uncle vodka, and even BOSS is called uncle by him.

He is a brother to Junerik, and a sister and brother to Shirley and Miyano Akemi.

Familiar members of the organization were given a family role by him.

They don’t listen to what they say, they don’t change what they hear, they just play house without hesitation.

But if this can keep the other party well-behaved and obedient, it doesn't matter.

The silver-haired man looked at the retreating scenery outside the window and closed his eyes.

PS: [Easy daily life without a heroine] [Bourbon and his undercover camp will not reverse] [No rescue]

[Although, the protagonist is a real wine, so he can do tasks, and he will kill people for emotional value. If you can't accept the protagonist killing people, run away, I'm afraid of being reported]

【Don’t lick the protagonist group.】

[The pure black design remains unchanged.]

The opening timeline... There is no such thing anymore, the timeline is very messy.

PS: Gin: A kid who likes to make paper figurines and play house with them.

Miyamoto Aito: This paper man is Gin Papa, this paper man is Uncle Vodka, this paper man is... When everyone dies, I will turn them into paper men and keep them with me.

(End of chapter)