Conan's winery play house

Tequila was lying in a bathtub full of blood and water, his head tilted and he looked like a qualified corpse.

If someone saw the blood stains on the floor and the bathtub, they would just think that a murder had occurred here.

But the young man who stands expressionless and stares at the "corpse" indifferently, looking spotless, will be regarded as a suspicious and strange suspect.

The tall shadow enveloped the young man from behind, like a fishing net that had successfully caught its prey.

"I can't let Uncle Tequila die in front of me." The boy's voice was soothing and gentle.

"Then let Uncle Tequila rest here, your body will recover faster." It seemed to be extremely gentle and indifferent.

The extra-large stuffed bear wearing a black coat and a top hat lowered his head and stared at his little master, nodding calmly.

Aito connected the chain around Tequila's neck to the iron ring on the wall.

In this way, the range that Tequila can move is only the length of the chain, which is... one meter.

"But... why did Uncle Tequila faint?" Aito stood up again, looked at Tequila doubtfully, and asked the stuffed bear behind him.

The stuffed bear expressionlessly raised its paw and covered its eyes to indicate that the other person was just asleep.

"Asleep? So that's it." Aito nodded and quickly accepted this statement.

Because it is written in the book that people will fall asleep when they are too tired.

"Uncle Ireland is back." He suddenly looked up and smiled brightly.

In the blink of an eye, he abandoned Tequila, who was unconscious and unable to give him any response, and prepared to leave the underground laboratory.

"Dafu?" Aito took two steps, but found that Dafu didn't follow him, so he turned to look at the stuffed bear in confusion.

Dafu looked at the confused little master, and then at the blood stains left on the white tile floor of the laboratory.

"You have to stay and clean up!" Aito nodded, with a look of realization on his face.

"Dafu is the best!" He threw himself into the stuffed bear's arms and kissed the stuffed bear's face vigorously.

Dafu patted his face and touched the boy's hair.

The soft bear paw fell lightly and without any force at all.

It pushed the person towards the door.

"Then I'll go up first. Dafu will come to me soon." Aituo said happily.

The stuffed bear nodded calmly and reliably.

He put on the gloves on the side and started cleaning the floor.

The little master's laboratory cannot be dirty.

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"What...what happened?" As soon as Ireland stepped into the house, she closed the door behind her back.

Robert, the housekeeping robot, was cleaning the house. It seemed like a high-tech and everyday behavior, but it was a very normal behavior, but because of the blood remaining on the ground and the red liquid in the bucket next to it, it added a slightly terrifying atmosphere.

Ireland looked at the location of Tequila's hospital bed, but did not see Tequila's figure.

But the bed is still there.

Is this blood... Tequila's... or someone else's?

Avicril sent a message saying that he has returned. The blood shouldn't be that of Avicril, right?

There were no signs of fighting, maybe they were cleaned up by Robert.

If the blood wasn't Tequila's or Avicril's... then whose blood was it?

A trespasser's?

Undercover? Traitor? Or...sent by other agencies to gather information?

Ireland frowned, his already unfriendly face becoming more sinister due to his tense look.

He stood by the window and looked at the front yard and then the back yard.

There are no accidents in the front yard, but in the backyard...

There are dots of red on the green lawn, and there are a few animal traps scattered on the side.

There are traces of flesh and blood on the animal trap.

From the backyard? But look at the traces of blood and where the bear trap fell...

The route looked like someone was walking from the house to the backyard.

The largest bloodstain was near the corner of the wall, while there were also drops of blood not far away, which should have dripped while moving. At the edge of the lawn, there was an empty lawn.

The mine he planted was a reminder that someone had triggered it.

Two animal traps also fell not far away.

The opponent must have stepped on a landmine, encountered two animal traps while dodging, then opened the animal traps and continued walking towards the outer wall.

Near the outermost bush, a trap was triggered, causing the person to fall to the ground and triggering several bear traps at the same time.

But over there in the corner... what kind of trap did they encounter that caused Tequila to bleed so much?

Ireland had now guessed that the injured person belonged to Tequila.

The only living person who can walk out from inside is Tequila.

He and Bourbon planted the traps themselves. The two of them also communicated with each other and cooperated with each other from trap to trap.

As for whether Avril set up traps in the courtyard...

There should be none.

Could it be that Bourbon's trap seriously injured Tequila?

Considering the other party's scheming and cruelty, it is indeed possible.

But Tequila actually wanted to escape...

He shouldn't be dead yet, right? Otherwise Avicril will be in trouble.

Of course, he and Bourbon will do the same, but Tequila is in the charge of Avicril, so the other party should be in more trouble.

I wanted to run away after my injuries were fully healed, but now I think I'm seriously injured again, and I don't know if I'm still alive.

Even if you want to run away, you should at least observe your surroundings and make an escape plan before running.

Ireland feels a little headache because of unreliable colleagues.

"Uncle Ireland—" the young man's joyful call came from behind.

Almost at the same time, a smile appeared on Ireland's face, and he subconsciously turned around and stretched out his hand to catch the young man who rushed towards him.

Avril always likes to pounce on him at every turn, and he has developed the habit of catching the opponent anytime and anywhere.

Habit is indeed a terrible thing.

But he has many habits, and one more is not too many.

"Are you injured?" Ireland easily lifted the boy high and observed him carefully.

Although he didn't see any wounds or blood, he still asked.

"No." Aito, who was lifted in the air, shook his head.

"But Uncle Tequila is injured." He lowered his eyes worriedly and said in despair.

"It's good that he's still alive. Is there someone organized to treat him?" Ireland found a comfortable position to hold the person in his arms and asked.

"I took him to the laboratory in the basement for treatment." Aito looked at the ground and answered obediently.

"Laboratory..." Ireland thought about the traces of blood on the ground.

That kind of bloodstain...should have been left by dragging.

Avicril dragged Tequila down...

However, Tequila is nearly two meters tall, and coupled with the muscles he has exercised all year round, his weight should not be underestimated.

Dragging is indeed the most convenient method for Avicril.

You can't carry Tequila on your back or hold it in your arms.

Ireland thought about Avicril's young and petite figure, then thought about Tequila's figure, and shook his head inwardly.

"Well done." He smiled and touched the hair of the boy in his arms and praised.

Even though he looks ferocious, he doesn't look like a good person when he smiles, but his gentleness at this moment is undeniable.