Conan's winery play house

"Shiho-san said she didn't want to see me now and asked me not to appear in front of her..." The white-haired boy spoke in a low tone, twitching.

His posture at the moment looked really pitiful.

The only witness, Gin, raised his lips as if he had heard some joke.

"Now? She didn't tell you to get out, which means she still needs you." Gin patted the kid's head perfunctorily.

"You are still valuable to her, she just doesn't know how to face you at the moment."

"She will figure it out on her own." The man with long silver hair said lightly.

Aito thought about it seriously and nodded in agreement.

Sister Shiho didn't directly tell him to go away. She said she didn't want to see him now, not that she never wanted to see him.

So it doesn't matter.

Gin Jiu's cell phone on the bar lit up.

After taking one look, he pulled the kid off his body.

"You should go back." He stood up and took off his coat, which was already stained with sticky blood.

"Ireland is waiting for you. I don't have any clothes for you here..." He stopped and looked around at the dirty little devils.

"Take care of yourself before leaving." He ordered in a low voice.

If Avicril leaves Ireland like this...

Too eye-catching.

As for who will see it...

That person doesn't care about these things, especially since Aiweilier took the initiative to cooperate.

That person has only one obsession, the living Avicril.

He only needs Avril to live and doesn't care about anything else.

"I can wear Papa's clothes." Aito looked at the clothes on his body. Perhaps they couldn't be called clothes anymore, they could only be described as a pile of rags hanging on his body.

Gin was silent for a moment and did not respond, so Aito took out a hanging piece of clothing from Gin's closet quite naturally.

Then he walked into the bathroom more naturally with his clothes.

Gin stood there and glanced at the kid who was mainly a customer, and then sat back at the bar.

Only the base wine will have a dedicated lounge in each base, in addition to the researchers who live in the base.

There are no members like Avicril.

After all, the other party is neither a base wine nor a researcher living at the base.

Gin doesn't often live in the organization's base, so many things are brand new, including the clothes in the wardrobe.

But Avril wears his clothes...

Gin recalled how the kid was so easily wrapped up in his coat. Even now, his coat could easily wrap people up, so he couldn't help but snorted.

Don't get tripped while walking.

Aito stood under the showerhead, looking down at the blood pooling at his feet, which turned from thick crimson to light pink, and finally turned into completely transparent water.

The wounds on his body also turned pinkish white.

This is... the mark left by papa on him.

He lowered his empty pale blue eyes and thought.

Then I turned off the water and dried myself.

He put on a dark green turtleneck sweater. The sweater itself was not close-fitting on Gin, but it was even bigger on Aito. The sleeves were a lot longer, the collar was too big to leak air, and the length reached to the knees.

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He rolled up his sleeves so that they were not so long before walking out slowly.

"The clothes are too big..." He stood in front of his old father and raised his hands to show him his rolled-up sleeves and the hem of his clothes that reached below his knees.

"This is what you have to wear." Gin said nonchalantly.

Avicril is a kid who develops slower than other people of his age, and his body shape is quite different from him.

"Didn't I ask you to take care of yourself?" He suddenly frowned and looked at the young man.

There is no smell of medicine, and no bandage can be seen from the wide neckline.

Avril did not treat the wounds on his body.

"Have I washed it?" Aito turned around in front of his old father and said blankly.

There was no blood on his body, and he could no longer smell the blood.

Gin stood up and took out a medicine box from under the bar.

The medicine box does not have a red cross pattern, but a red bird mark.

"Take care of the wound." He threw the medical kit in front of Aiwe Keerer and said coldly.

"...I know." Aito blinked as he looked at the medical kit.

He never treated his wounds, and injuries were usually not bandaged.

Because all the wounds on his body healed quickly.

But since it was Papa's request, there was nothing we could do.

He took off his clothes and sat cross-legged on the ground, sprayed his upper body with disinfectant alcohol from the medical kit, and then sprayed him with emergency coagulation spray.

Finally, I put a waterproof pain-relieving bandage on myself.

Usually these bandages are used to prevent the wound from opening again. The bandages have medicines such as mint on them to calm the pain and reduce inflammation.

After doing all this he put his clothes back on.

"I'm fine." He stood there and obediently accepted his father's eye examination.

"You can go." Gin glanced at the other person with scarlet eyes and said.

"Goodbye, papa." The white-haired kid ran up to him and kissed his face stickyly before reluctantly walking out.

"I'll check it out next time we meet." Gin waited until the other party came to the door before speaking slowly.

"Check?" The young man looked at him confusedly.

"Don't let me see the marks left by those wounds." Gin said with a sneer.

Avicril does not have a body that can leave scars. This kid's body repair ability is so strong that he can be called a monster.

Even the scars on the body are only because the other party wants to stay.

He didn't want to see the scars he left on that kid.

Because if anyone asked, Aiweilier would definitely tell everyone with the same smile as always, soft and innocent, that it was the mark of love left by Gin to him.

Because that's how that kid introduced the scars on his body to others.

"We can't stay...Okay." Aito murmured in a low voice in despair, and finally answered meekly.

In that case...

He opened the door and walked out of Gin's lounge.

Gin put down his wine glass, took off his hat, and walked into the bathroom.

He needs to change into clean clothes.

…

Ireland stood in the parking lot waiting, the incandescent lights above her head shining brightly, illuminating the surroundings coldly.

Most of the cars looked like they had been parked for a long time and were even a little dusty.

Those are the cars of the researchers at the base. They haven't used these cars for a long time.

Ireland raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist from time to time, and finally saw the figure walking out of the elevator after waiting for a long time.

A figure wearing a dark green long...or rather adult sweater.

I rolled up my sleeves while walking, but after taking two steps, the sleeves fell down again.

The posture looks a bit funny and cute.

Ireland sighed helplessly.

What happened to Avicril?

The clothes he was wearing were obviously not his own from the size, but they looked so familiar that he wondered if he was hallucinating.