Conan's winery play house

Gin sat in the passenger seat of the car, chewing a cigarette and looking at the falling snow outside the window. After parking the car outside for a while, the car was covered with a layer of white snow.

The vodka guy just asked him to pretend to be Santa Claus and deliver a gift to Avicril, but he hasn’t come back yet.

He called back.

As soon as I asked, I heard Vodka's shocking and unbelievable reply.

Two Santa Clauses?

Gin raised his eyes and glanced at himself in the rearview mirror, and saw his own face in the smoke.

"Is there really a Santa Claus in this world? Brother? If not, who is this guy who came before me?" Vodka asked, making Gin's brows jump.

Vodka is a handy auxiliary, but...

The disadvantages are equally numerous.

"What should we do, brother, we are late!" Vodka wailed for help.

Gin kept silent and put out the cigarette.

He was thinking about a question, where did Vodka answer the phone?

In Avicril's room, in front of Avicril and another guy pretending to be Santa Claus?

Then, had everything the other party said been heard by Avicril and the other guy?

Gin silently hung up the phone.

On the other side, Vodka Tong Kong was shocked when his big brother hung up the phone.

He was abandoned by his eldest brother?!!!

Suddenly he put away his cell phone and looked at the other Santa Claus fiercely.

"It's all your fault that my mission failed!" His hands gradually touched his waist.

Vodka always does things without considering the consequences, and is more arrogant than gin.

Ireland looked at the other party's actions with some helplessness.

He is not afraid of Vodka pulling out a gun. After all, there is still a gap between Vodka and a serious operator like him, but Ireland does not want to fight with the other party and then reveal his identity. How can Santa Claus fight?

"Vodka, stop." Another figure rolled onto the balcony.

Unlike the previous two Santa Clauses, Gin is still dressed in his original costume.

"Brother!" Vodka stopped touching the gun due to the prohibition.

"Papa!" As soon as Gin appeared, the white-haired boy ran like a wild horse and rushed to Gin.

There are still some half-melted snowflakes on the man's black clothes, and his silver hair is equally cold, like withered ice without any emotion or desire.

But he can laugh and move.

"Ireland? You would actually do such a childish thing for this brat." His tone was joking and full of ridicule, with a bit of bad taste.

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When he saw the Santa Claus that Vodka said was ahead of him, Gin recognized him.

He doesn't remember the faces and names of dead people, but he remembers the faces and names of targets and organization members.

And Irish eyebrows are very distinctive.

Ireland, who was caught off guard and whose identity was exposed as soon as they met, had to take a deep breath.

Gin suddenly appeared just to reveal his identity?

But the most important thing is...

Ireland glanced at the boy who had climbed onto Gin, like a koala.

Gin is the pulled tree.

"Do you think this kid didn't recognize you? Your disguise skills are not as good as that woman from Belmode." Gin naturally stretched out a hand, holding the boy with one hand like a child, while facing him

Ireland said.

Ireland's disguise is not even a disguise. If Avicril can see through Belmod's disguise, how can he not recognize Ireland and vodka?

That's why gin lets vodka play Santa Claus.

Even if he is definitely recognized, it is not him who is embarrassed.

I just didn't expect Ireland to do the same.

Ireland looked at Avicril again as if to confirm. There was no unexpected expression on the young man's face. Instead, he still had a soft smile, like a sky that could tolerate everything.

Then Ireland understood that Avicril had indeed seen his identity from the beginning.

It's just that the other party didn't expose it, but cooperated with his performance.

Thinking about it this way, Ireland felt that he had become childish for some reason.

If it were before, he would not have done this.

After all, he was once the organization's iron-blooded instructor.

"It seems that it doesn't matter even if Vodka and I don't come." Gin snorted coldly and was about to pull down the kid who had been climbing on him like a tree.

Aito silently hugged her tighter.

"It doesn't matter, I like papa best."

"I will be sad if you and Uncle Vodka don't come." He said seriously, as if full of sincerity.

Gin laughed unceremoniously.

Lies, this brat Ai Vikriel has the ability to tell lies that he believes.

Even though he clearly has no feelings, he still talks about so-called love and liking, and even thinks that he really loves his so-called family members.

But it seems that some people really believe the other party's lies, such as Ireland at the moment.

Although Ireland is a rare normal person unlike other suspicious and neurotic members, he shouldn't trust Avicril so easily, and even be willing to play Santa Claus for him.

There was something strange, but Gin didn't want to ask.

It's not a bad thing that Ireland is good to Avicril, so don't worry about it.

"I didn't expect Papa to ask Uncle Vodka to be Santa Claus to give me a gift, thank you Papa." The boy said happily.

The way the puppy expresses happiness and emotion is with the hands of the Lakers or the saliva on the face.

However, there is a difference between Avicril and a dog. Dogs lick, while Avicril only kisses the face.

Otherwise, Gin would have thrown the opponent out long ago.

Vodka was holding the gift bag and biting the handkerchief with eyes full of envy.

Woohoo, he also wants to be kissed by his idol.

But my eldest brother was here, so I didn't dare to speak.

I’m so envious of my elder brother——!!!

"Let's go." Gin, who had endured the enthusiasm of Avicril, had an expressionless face, and his face looked even colder. He pulled the person, but did not move. He sneered and pulled harder with more force.

Finally he dragged the person down.

Instead of jumping out of the window and leaving, I chose to take the main entrance.

"Brother, wait for me -" Vodka shouted quickly.

"This is the gift we prepared for you." He hurriedly thrust a bag of gifts into the boy's hands and followed him hurriedly.

Santa Claus didn't even have time to take off his clothes, and he followed Gin with a submissive attitude. It looked like Santa Claus had been kidnapped by gangsters.

"It's also a whole bag." Aito looked at the two bags of gifts in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually brightened.

This means that Uncle Vodka's Santa Claus, like Uncle Ireland's Santa Claus, is only responsible for his one child.

In other words... Papa only let Uncle Vodka be responsible for him alone.

Sure enough, he is also special to Papa!

"I feel like I failed." Ireland took off his Santa hat and beard, looking helpless.

Because there are two more guys disrupting the situation, who would have thought Santa Claus could crash a car?

Who would have thought that Gin would care about Christmas?

"It's not a failure, it's a success. I like Uncle Ireland's Santa Claus very much." Aito shook his head and hugged Ireland.

"Thank you, Uncle Ireland." He looked up at Ireland with a gentle smile.

"...As long as you are happy." Ireland was silent for a moment, then patted the boy's head in compromise.

Originally, his original intention of pretending to be Santa Claus was to make Avicril happy.

Since the other party is happy, it is successful.