Conan's winery play house

Bourbon sat on the chair next to the dining table and glanced at the figure who was going downstairs.

He didn't show any surprise when he saw Ireland holding Ai Viclear, he just couldn't help but complain.

"Ireland, you dote on him too much," he said rather bitterly.

Although Avicril is a very small one and is easy to hold, its two legs are not meant for people to carry it around.

Unused legs can be donated to those who need to walk on their own.

Even Gin, the guy whom Avicril regards as his biological father, is not so doted on.

Ireland looks like he is preparing to compete with Gin for his father's identity.

If that's the case...

Bourbon was very interested and even touched his chin expectantly.

He supports Ireland in being a good father to Ivy Clear.

After all, no matter how you look at it, Ireland is better than gin.

Bourbon had never seen Gin hug Avicril several times.

If Gin had been present, Bourbon would have even wanted to hold up a loudspeaker and shout at the opponent and Ireland, "Let's fight, let's fight."

"Is this level of doting?" Ireland put the person on the position, then sat down on the position, and then answered Bourbon's words.

Judging from his expression, he didn't feel like he was doting on him at all. Instead, it seemed like he was just doing something common.

"Other parents treat their children the same way," Ireland said, laying the napkin on his lap.

But you are not Avicril's parent.

It's natural to take on the role of parent, Ireland.

This guy is hopeless and completely screwed.

Bourbon thought while cutting the steak.

"Hey, mummy, are you hungry?" He turned to look at the lonely hospital bed and shouted.

No one responded.灇

Tequila just wants to weaken his sense of existence and doesn't want to be noticed.

"It seems he doesn't want to eat." Bourbon said meaningfully.

Ireland looked at the mummy on the hospital bed, frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

His eyes fell on the stairs, where a white Shiba Inu was looking at them.

"I'm done eating." Aito put down the tableware and stood up.

"I'm going to the company." Ireland also stood up and then pushed the chair back to its original position.

"I'm going for an interview." Bourbon touched his cufflinks.

He submitted a resume to the Miyamoto Group using his identity as Toru Miyamoto, trying to fish in troubled waters to get a position.

Confirm the identity of a member of the Miyamoto family.

Aito watched the two of them leave and looked back at the remaining food on the table.

The Irish uncle asked Robert to make an extra portion of food, but he didn't eat it and put it on the table.

It should be prepared for Uncle Tequila.

but……

Aituo glanced at the motionless figure on the hospital bed, turned around and went upstairs.

If he were there, Uncle Tequila might not get out of bed to eat.

After going upstairs, he placed the food in his hand at the corner of the corridor on the second floor, and then continued to the piano room on the third floor.

After he disappeared, in the corridor on the second floor, Bai Yujuan quietly poked his head out, came to the food and looked at it carefully, and then started to eat hungrily.

The mummy in the hall also sat up from the hospital bed.

He carefully and sneakily came to the dining table, grabbed the food and started eating like crazy.

Like a thief sneaking in.

I have never been so miserable.

I hate white hair even more.

Tequila thought while gritting his teeth.

Then he made eye contact with Robert who was cleaning up.

Looking at the robot's green data eyes, Tequila's movements froze for a moment.

However, Robert ignored him at all and just went about his work.

"Cleaning, cleaning—"

Accompanied by the active voice of the robot and the music playing upstairs, Tequila reluctantly stuffed the bread into his mouth.

After eating, he lay back on the single bed and continued to pretend to be dead.

He needs to recuperate his body and then run again.

Rum doesn't work, brandy doesn't work, Grenada and Cabadots don't work, gin and vodka don't work, and whiskey doesn't work either.

He decided to abandon these guys and go solo.

These guys are all mentally ill, a bunch of people in cahoots with each other.

That brat Avicril is so strong, he must not be a normal person, maybe he is the experimental subject of the organization.

If the other party takes a physical test, the physical data will definitely be abnormal.

He Tequila doesn't even bother to act with this group of people!

He lay in bed and listened to music for four hours. What he was waiting for was not the sound of Avicril coming downstairs to dine, but the sound of the kid going out.

After hearing the door closing, Tequila sat up from the bed again and ran straight to the kitchen.

I carried a bunch of candies, chocolate bread and other food back to bed, and hid all the food under the pillow and under the quilt.

Although he pretended to be dead, he didn't want to really die, especially not starve to death.

…

"I have other things to do now...I don't have time for the moment..." Aito held Dafu in one hand and carried his suitcase in the other, walking on the rooftops of the city's residential buildings while calmly answering the phone. Of course, Dafu took the call for him.

Hold it.

Hideki Morohoshi called him to go play with him, but he was temporarily unavailable.

He needs to go to Shirley's base first to check out the situation.

"Then when can you finish it?" Hideki Morohoshi asked.

"I'm not sure, but it shouldn't take long..." Aito looked at the base in front of him and continued to answer the phone.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you at the office." Morohoshi Hideki said helplessly.

"Okay." Aito hung up the phone and stepped into the elevator.

It is customary to accept the identity check in the elevator and arrive at the underground base corridor.

Then after the elevator opened, I saw two figures standing not far from the exit.

"Papa——" He carried the suitcase and ran to the man with long silver hair.

"What's in it?" Gin glanced at the rather large suitcase.

A suitcase that is almost as tall as Ivy Clear.

"I have disposed of Akai Marie's body, who should I give it to?" Aito also looked at the suitcase beside him and asked doubtfully.

"Corpse..." Vodka silently adjusted his sunglasses.

"It's the smaller target. The organization has recalled aptx4869 from all members. Ordinary dead people have no value, but her body may have some value." Gin said clearly and coldly.

"Leave it to maraschino (black cherry wine/maraschino)." He thought for a moment and then made his decision.

Herega's human experiment direction does not overlap with the direction of aptx drugs, and Maraschino is the researcher responsible for taking over Shirley's research project.

It is the most appropriate choice to hand over the body that has eaten atpx4869 to the other party.

Corpses can also maximize research value in the opponent's hands.

"Vodka, go and have someone send it to Maraschino." He looked at Vodka.

"Yes, brother." Vodka took the suitcase and walked towards the delivery point.

Of course, the organization has personnel specifically responsible for shipping.

Otherwise, those experimental subjects would not be able to be sent to various research bases.

"The arrest operation has begun. Control your expression, Ivy." Gin pressed his hat and said meaningfully with his lips raised.

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