Conan's winery play house

After being severely beaten, Tequila lay on the ground, a little numb.

He watched as Avicril beat him with more injuries on his face with a smile that had hardly changed.

The bandage he had just put on was once again stained red with blood.

For a moment, Tequila was even a little confused as to why Avicril had treated his wounds before.

"Why did you leave me?"

"Maybe we need a chain to tie up Uncle Tequila..."

"This way you won't leave me..."

The boy's voice was soft and childish, but it revealed twisted paranoia for no reason.

really……

Is Avril just threatening him?

Tequila's slightly groggy brain suddenly thought of it.

It's not that he didn't try to resist, but after resisting, he was beaten more severely.

More ruthless every time.

The skull is cracked, the vertebrae may be broken, the ribs are likely to be broken, the limbs cannot move, and the hand and leg bones are also broken, plus the internal organs are broken...

He suspected that he would be beaten to death by Avicril.

In the torture of pain, only the desire for life kept him trying to stay awake.

If it fell into the hands of other official agencies, Tequila would just hope that he would die as soon as possible.

Even as early as the moment it falls into the opponent's hands, he will choose to commit suicide.

However...it wasn't people from other agencies who tormented him.

Rather, they are partners of the organization.

Codename members are prohibited from killing each other. This rule always made him feel that Avicril would not really kill him.

They are not mortal enemies.

So until now, he still wants to live.

How to get Avicril to stop?

Tequila thought of what he did the last time he faced this situation.

In his twilight state, he heard Avicril say love hundreds of times, and then he subconsciously followed the other person's thoughts and said what the other person wanted to hear.

"...I love you..." There was nothing charming about the words spoken by the older man, only the humiliation of having to bow his head.

He had never even said this to a woman, but he had to say this to an underage brat.

After he said these words, Tequila got his wish and did not continue to be beaten.

He closed his eyes and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he heard footsteps.

It seemed like it was meant to be heard by him.

A cold object pressed against his neck.

Then buckle it firmly.

He raised his eyelids, which were heavy with blood, and looked around him.

The white-haired boy squatted next to him, stepped on the blood he left on the ground, and looked at him with a smile.

Only some of the fingers of the hand wearing black half-finger gloves are exposed, and the black nails and black gloves make the skin color extremely white.

But such a fair and slender hand held a silver chain.

The other end of the chain…

in his body.

Tequila lowered his head to look, but couldn't see what was being worn around his neck, but judging from the chain...

The thing around the neck is like a collar worn by pet cats and dogs.

The one with a traction chain.

How dare Avicril!

How dare you put this kind of chain on him!

Tequila almost broke his teeth, and the resentment and shame in his heart made him forget the pain.

"I found this in Brother Bourbon's room. He should have bought it for me..." Aito said, holding the chain and standing next to Tequila.

In other words... Brother Tou bought it.

He knew that the other party had always wanted to change a collar for him, and had even bought it.

But these are no longer useful.

So it doesn't matter if he uses it for Uncle Tequila.

Anyway, Brother Tou is dead.

He looked at Tequila, who was lying in a pool of blood with weak breathing and was about to die. Then he looked at the blood stains on the ground, and after thinking about it, he walked towards the empty space under the stairs.

The chain on his hand did not loosen, and as he moved, Tequila on the ground was also dragged forward.

Tequila was unable to resist at this moment, even if the anger in his heart almost burned him dry, it was of no avail.

He was dragged all the way to the underground laboratory.

Aito looked at the tools on the wall and the bathtub beside him.

He looked at the bloody Tequila again, and finally chose to pick him up and put him in the bathtub.

Then he manipulated the control panel on the side of the bathtub a few times before turning on the shower.

What flows out of the shower head is not a transparent liquid, but a pale green liquid with a fresh smell.

But when mixed with blood, the liquid in the bathtub turned a dull yellow color.

He stood nearby and watched the bathtub almost overflowing with liquid before turning off the shower.

Tequila soaked in the soothing coolness, and his brain finally stopped issuing imminent death warnings.

There was an itching sensation coming from the injured part of the body that couldn't be ignored.

It hurts my heart and lungs, but I can't stop itching.

"The wounds on my body will be healed, and the broken bones will also heal. As long as Uncle Tequila doesn't leave me..." Aito watched as the broken bones of the other party were slowly repaired under the influence of the medicinal liquid.

"As long as you stay by my side and say you love me, you can do anything you want me to do." He smiled and said seriously.

Tequila looked at the young man who looked sincere, as if everything he said was true, and suddenly sneered viciously.

"Really? Then go and beat Gin up, just like me."

Tequila knew that he was not very smart, but what Avicril said was not that easy to deceive him.

You can do whatever else you want, hehe.

If you have the guts, go beat up Gin.

You two mentally ill people are capable of dog-eat-dog fights.

However, after listening to Tequila's words, the white-haired boy pursed his lips, as if he had encountered something that made him feel difficult.

"You can't spank Papa." His expression seemed tangled, but he didn't hesitate when he spoke.

You can't hit Papa who is the head of the family.

In that case, the other party will lose its dignity.

and……

He would never lay a hand on Papa.

He will also not take action against family members other than the undercover family members whose identities were exposed and the family members who betrayed the family.

Uncle Tequila is also an exception, because Papa said that the other party liked this, so he treated Uncle Tequila like this.

"Can't hit him? Can you hit me?!

"Tequila's eyes widened angrily.

At this moment, he could only express his anger by staring.

"But...Uncle Tequila, don't you like being beaten?" Aito tilted his head and asked doubtfully and seriously.

"I'm just doing what you like. Did I do something wrong?" he asked as if he had encountered a difficult problem.

"Only masochists like to be beaten! I don't like to be beaten! Gin is a cunning psychopath!

"Tequila shouted angrily again.

This time, the young man frowned.

"Papa is not mentally ill, I am." He said disapprovingly.

"Who knows if it's the same mental illness that you and your son share?" Tequila sneered and mocked.

It’s not like there are no families with genetic mental illness.

Maybe Gin and Avicril are like this.

However, Avicril did not continue to answer Tequila's question.

He stood there, muttering with empty eyes.

"Uncle Tequila himself doesn't like to be beaten...Papa said that Uncle Tequila likes to be beaten..."

It's like a machine that crashes due to a conflict with the programmed settings.

The strange look made Tequila take back what he wanted to say.

Fortunately, the other party recovered quickly, his empty look disappeared, and he became full of smiles again.

"What Papa said is correct." The white-haired, blue-eyed boy looked serious and confident, as if he had complete trust in Gin.

"Uncle Tequila, you must like it." He said to Tequila.

Hearing this, Tequila fell into silence.

His own words are not as effective as Gin's words?!

Something is wrong!

Mental illness!

Get lost——

You mentally ill father and son, stay away from me——

Tequila's anger surged into his heart, and finally he tilted his head and fainted.

He was so angry that he fainted.