Conan's winery play house

The boy with white hair and blue eyes stood there, turning his head and staring in the direction where Shirley was taken away.

There was no expression on his face, and there was no curiosity in his eyes, but he stared at the same position without blinking.

Suzi looked at the boy's seemingly reluctant expression, and thought about the scene when Shirley was dragged away, so he asked with interest:

"What? You have a crush on her?"

Most of the children in the organization receive training from an early age and mature much earlier than ordinary children.

Even as a teenager, you may experience a life-or-death so-called love.

So it's not surprising that Avicril has a crush on Shirley.

Although Avicril doesn't seem to be contaminated by this kind of evil existence.

The person who answered Suzi's question was not Avicril, but Gin who was a little impatient.

"Your questions are too boring, Suzi." The man with long silver hair turned the lighter in boredom.

Mars flickers on and off.

"I'm just concerned about Aiwei's love life. Twelve years old... Although it's a bit young, it's still the same age as Zhimu Shaoai." Suzi didn't care about Gin's cold face, anyway, most of the other party

He always has such a cold and expressionless face.

"I probably don't have much contact with girls. Shirley is probably one of the few girls I have contact with, so it's normal for a little spark to appear..." He continued to talk to himself, and yawned at the end.

"But it doesn't look like that." He looked at the young man's eyes again, and after making sure that he didn't see any expression of reluctance, distress, or love in them, he said a little disappointed.

Sure enough, Avicril is still a child.

He is a kid who calls him Brother Suzi.

A precocious child will not call him brother obediently.

"Can I go see her now?" Aito turned back to look at his old father.

The man with long silver hair lowered his eyes and looked down at the kid in front of him, his flattery undisguised.

He reached out and touched the boy's face, all the way to the collared neck, and tapped the back of his neck with his index finger.

"Go." He said happily.

"Goodbye, brother Suzi." The young man said goodbye to Suzi simply and ran quickly.

Suzi looked at the child's running back and touched the mask on his face.

"Are you bringing him here to meet his friends for the last time?" he asked in a disbelieving tone, and even the sleepiness in his brows and eyes was washed away by doubts.

"Friend? One last time? Ha." Gin smiled evilly, as if he had heard a big joke.

What Suzi said was completely wrong.

Neither friends nor the last time we met.

"So what are we going to do to Shirley? Just die in the gas chamber? Why don't you leave it to me?" Suzi leaned against the wall of the corridor and asked without any expectations.

As a member of the torture department, he doesn't have tasks to kill time every day.

I spend most of my time doing manual work.

The business of the shop selling ashes souvenirs was miserable. Because of the high cost and remote location of the shop, he had very few opportunities to do handicrafts.

The most recent one was a big order from Aiwe Lier, three corpses.

But I can't sleep either.

Thinking of his insomnia, Suzi took out a can of black coffee from his body, opened the can with one hand and drank it.

"Would you like to drink together tonight?" he asked casually.

Gin is, to a certain extent, an alcoholic and a smoker.

Based on their relationship as colleagues, there is a high probability that inviting each other to drink together will not be rejected.

"cktal cocktail?" Gin asked back.

"No, antdte antidote." Suzi raised the can of coffee.

"Do you want to come to Absinthe's territory and be poisoned?" Gin sneered.

You can tell whose style it is from the name Antidote.

A guy who looks like a poisonous insect.

There is a high probability that there will be some shady transactions in that guy's bar.

For example... drug trafficking, or even human trafficking.

In comparison, cktal is much calmer.

Gin is not averse to those transactions, but he prefers a quiet atmosphere when drinking.

"If you get hit, it only means that your vigilance has dropped, and you probably won't," Suzi said nonchalantly and slightly provocatively.

"Ha." The man with long silver hair laughed noncommittally.

Suzi raised the can of coffee again.

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The figure in protective clothing opened the handcuffs on Shirley's hands, but did not remove them. Instead, he cuffed one side of the handcuffs to the gas chamber pole, and the other side cuffed Shirley's hands.

"Click." The handcuffs were tightened again.

Then the two figures in protective suits left the gas chamber without saying a word.

From beginning to end, they never communicated with Shirley.

The gas chamber was dotted with air holes, and white mist was being released from the holes at this moment.

Not quickly, but slowly, bit by bit, squeezing out the air and occupying the entire space.

Shirley's eyes narrowed little by little, and her body fell weakly.

Only one hand was raised high because it was handcuffed.

If the poison gas is released, she will die within a short period of time.

But the organization didn't seem to want her to die too easily.

The poisonous gas was released little by little, allowing her to fully feel what it was like to die from the poisonous gas.

Her vagina was shrinking, her muscles were spasming, and she was retching uncontrollably...

In the end, it becomes difficult to breathe and you will die from painful suffocation.

Her eyes had fallen into darkness, which was blindness caused by lack of oxygen in the brain.

But the sense of hearing still remains.

The last thing that disappears after death is hearing.

"It's okay, take a deep breath, it'll be fine..." A familiar, soft voice sounded in her ears, patting her back soothingly.

Aito sat on his knees and provided Shirley with a knee pillow service. He stroked Shirley's short brown hair with one hand and patted her back gently with the other.

The beautiful girl looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

The pained expression shown by a person when faced with suffocation is naturally indescribable, coupled with the unconscious tears.

At this moment, there is no other moment where the other party could be so embarrassed.

The instinct of survival made Shirley grab Aito's wrist, her nails digging into the flesh, but the other person remained unconscious.

"It's okay..." Aito took out a handkerchief with one hand and wiped the tears and sweat from the girl's face.

"It's painful, so why do you do this? As long as you continue to be a member of the organization, it won't be so painful..."

"Sure enough, it's because Sister Mingmei is too important..."

"But Sister Mingmei said she wanted us two to live well..."

"I promised to protect you." As if filled with endless love and affection, the young man continued to gently wipe away the tears that seemed to be flowing from him.

And kissed the other person's cold cheek.

"You want to leave the organization, right? But I can't, I can't take you away..."

"Do you have any good ideas? Tell me and I will help you."

"Maybe you just want to die and see Sister Mingmei, or maybe you want to kill me..."

"Would killing me make you happy?"

The young man's voice was gentle and patient, as if he loved her deeply.

A cold, slightly heavy object was placed in Shirley's hand.

Almost without thinking, she instantly understood that it was a gun.

"Kill me, or...tell me what you really want." The young man put his hand on hers, lowered his head and whispered in her ear.