Conan's winery play house

Very good?

Toru Amuro looked at the young boy with genuine joy written on his face and felt absurd.

Avril was really happy that he could play the so-called game of catching mice.

this is not right.

After all, Avril is still a child of the organization.

No matter how innocent and ignorant he seems, he has no regard for human life.

The boy who killed someone before and became a drowned dog was just because the person killed was someone whom Avicril valued.

If it were someone else who had nothing to do with Avicril...

Will the other person still feel pain from killing someone?

"Avi, you were..." The blond man lowered his eyes to avoid being directly seen the emotions in his eyes.

"Are you feeling pain because of the murder, or are you feeling pain because the person you killed was your sister?" His voice was low and calm.

"If it were someone else you didn't know, would you feel pain from killing them?" There was even a faint smile.

When you asked yourself a question, were you smiling?

Jiang Guling listened to his own voice, and his mind became a little blurry.

Why are you laughing?

Are you laughing because you saw the wrong person?

"...No." Aito tilted his head, was silent for a moment, and gave his answer.

He will not lie to his family, even if he knows that the answer he tells may not please the other party.

"...You know what the organization has done with the things you invented, right?" Toru Amuro continued to ask.

"Yeah, I know." Aito nodded.

He even made some things because everyone in the organization needed them.

"Really, that's it, that's really... great." The blond man looked relieved, as if he was sincerely happy.

Sure enough, Avicril was actually... essentially assimilated by the organization.

After all, he was raised by the organization when his memory was blank, and... maybe he was even raised by that guy Gin.

Those raised by demons...are naturally demons.

Little devils are also devils, and there are no real angels in the organization.

Why did he think that the other party would be that kind of innocent and kind-hearted being?

Jianggu Ling felt nauseated, but also felt a little relaxed.

It's actually quite good, isn't it?

In this way, he won't have so much guilt when he takes advantage of Avicril.

Avril is not innocent.

He voluntarily provided inventions to the organization, knowing that the organization would use those things to commit crimes.

Indulgence and connivance are inherently sinful.

Accompanying this realization was a change in his feelings for Avicril. In the past, there was always some pity for him because he was young, had an ignorant personality, and seemed innocent and ignorant of the world, but now it turned into disgust.

It's like he hates other members of the organization.

Avicril is no different from those who help organized crime.

They're just younger criminals.

"I like you even more." Toru Amuro said with a chuckle.

Disgusting, disgusting.

When the image he had given to the other person was shattered, everything he saw about the other person seemed to become abominable.

But no.

Don't show your dislike for Avicril.

Bourbon will only like each other more because of it.

Because of the other party's proposal, Bourbon should be happy because he could enjoy the joy of catching mice.

So Toru Amuro just smiled lazily and took the initiative to give a hug to the boy who looked surprised and asked "Really?" and pressed the other person's head to his chest to prevent the other person from seeing his expression.

The emotions in the obscure blue eyes are complex and exclusive.

"Go to bed early." He touched the young man's soft white hair and said in a natural tone.

"Can I have a bedtime story today?" Aito asked nervously and expectantly.

Since Brother Tou said he was very happy today, he should be willing to tell him a bedtime story.

"Of course." Toru Amuro said.

"Great!" The young man's voice was delighted and excited.

Rei Fangtani seemed to be standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in the mirror with a casual smile, and telling Aiviklier a bedtime story in a soothing and patient tone.

After seeing the boy close his eyes, Cai turned off the bedside lamp, put down the fairy tale book and left.

"I am...Bourbon." Rei Fukutani stood in front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom with a calm expression.

"A lunatic who hates the world, hates undercovers, and likes to kill."

"I don't hate Avicril."

"Bourbon doesn't hate Avril." The blond man looked at himself in the mirror and said word by word.

Then I repeated these words hundreds of times and it was deeply engraved in my mind.

It's as if that's what he originally thought.

Fang Guling was lying on the bed, thinking that he might not be able to sleep tonight, but he didn't expect that as soon as he lay on the bed, his consciousness sank uncontrollably and he closed his eyes.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Bourbon opened his eyes.

"A man who hates the world, hates undercovers, and likes to kill is the kind of person Bourbon should be. Remember him like this." The blond man spoke with satisfaction, his aura quietly taking on unbridled madness.

He came to Avril's room.

"Well done." Bourbon said to the boy on the bed with a praising tone.

The efficiency is quite high. The police have a mission to do. If they catch the undercover...

When the time comes, you should show this policeman how Bourbon treats undercover agents.

Don’t you want to be bourbon? Then be more authentic.

"Papa did it." Aito shook his head.

He just mentioned it to Papa. The reason why Brother Tou received the mission was because of Papa's negotiation with Uncle Rum.

No, I should say...it's a negotiation between Uncle Vodka and Uncle Rum.

Uncle Vodka told him everything, and Papa didn't want to talk to Uncle Rum, so Uncle Vodka relayed all the exchanges.

Uncle Vodka told Uncle Rum that he wanted to see the strength of the much-anticipated members of the intelligence department, and also told some things about the existence of undercover agents in the organization, so Uncle Rum gave Brother Tou a task.

For the sake of the intelligence agencies.

"This police officer suddenly hates you." Bourbon didn't care who took the credit. As long as his goal was achieved, nothing else mattered, so he just picked an interesting topic and said.

"This is what undercover family members are like." The boy with white hair and blue eyes sat on the bed, his eyes dejected, and his tone sounded a little calm as usual, making him look like a pitiful little boy.

You won't like him easily, you won't love him easily, but you will hate him easily.

This is the usual style of undercover family members.

"You look so pitiful... Ivy." Bourbon said with a chuckle.

"So you can realize that bringing us back is a good thing, right?" The tone was meaningful.

"At least we will be your real family, we won't be like double undercover agents who only think about how to deceive and use you." He lowered his voice, leaned over and reached out to touch the young man's cheek.

"So don't feel bad for being undercover, they don't deserve it."

"Of course, if it's just to play with them, then it doesn't matter."

"For undercover agents, they will never give you true feelings. You should really learn from them." He said with emotion.

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