Conan's winery play house

Darkness, only endless darkness all around.

Like a despair that can swallow everything.

The boy's hole, which is between blue and green like a lake, trembles and seems to have rippling waves.

Those were tears of terror.

She couldn't speak out because her mouth was gagged.

In the darkness, a man's voice sounded.

Lazy, tired, like ordinary people who have to go to class or go to work before they wake up.

"Are you afraid of dogs? Shirley." There was nothing wrong with his question.

"Oh, I forgot that you can't speak..." he asked and answered to himself.

With a snap, a beam of light lit up in the dark room.

The only ray of light shines on the bound girl, like a star in the center of the stage.

But this is not a stage, and Shirley is not a star.

The clothes on her body were intact, but they were coated with a thick layer of liquid that exuded a sweet smell.

Black, red, and white ants were crawling all over her body.

Facing the sudden light, she just couldn't bear it and closed her eyes. However, her eyes were stung by the beam because she couldn't dodge it, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

He looked down upon death and did not want to open his eyes again.

As if this way, you don't have to continue to face what will happen next.

"The slap marks on Avicril's face are a bit unpleasant to look at." The man spoke to himself, not minding the girl's lack of cooperation.

"That face and eyes are very nice, aren't they?"

"Then let's ask again, are you afraid of dogs?" The man turned off the spotlight, his voice casual.

There is not much connection between his words, as if he just said whatever comes to mind, full of divergence.

As his voice fell, another voice seemed to appear around him.

A heavy, hungry panting like a beast.

Shirley didn't open her eyes, but she could feel the itching and stinging coming from her body.

It made her body tremble involuntarily.

And the eyes staring eagerly in the darkness are like the last straw in such a situation.

When the hot and wet tongue licked the soles of her feet, the girl who had been enduring torture and looked forward to death could not help but let out a struggling whimper.

Every part of his body was trying to resist, but it was all in vain.

"Betraitors will be stared at by the hunting dogs until they die." The man's voice was casual, and he opened a can of coffee as he spoke.

The swallowing sound also seemed very loud.

"Those guys in the operations team rarely bury the target's body in the wild. Do you know why?"

"Because they will be dug out by hungry stray cats and dogs."

"The corpse is a delicious meal for many animals."

"Including crows." The man seemed to be deliberately trying to scare the other person, or he said it casually.

But the sound of flapping wings really sounded all around.

And...the crow's cry.

Ominous and poignant.

The girl opened her eyes tremblingly, and her eyes, which had long been accustomed to darkness, saw a figure standing not far away, staying out of the action.

Black hooded sweatshirt, black mask, a dark figure.

He looks lazy, but when he raises his eyes, he reveals an inexplicable power.

A napping lion is still a lion.

"Enjoy the treatment of a traitor, Shirley."

Keep all this in mind.

A nightmare for betrayers and enemies.

From now on, whenever I encounter anything related to black, I will think of this nightmare.

Trapped by nightmares, unable to escape for the rest of my life.

…

The blood stains in the living room were cleaned up by Robert, and Dafu also walked out of the elevator.

The blood stains in the underground laboratory were also cleaned up.

When Bourbon returned, there was nothing wrong with the interior.

Only two figures, one big and one small, of Ireland and Avicril could be seen sitting on the sofa, chatting nonchalantly.

The teddy bear is just like a real teddy bear and serves as a perfect pillow for Aviciel.

"What are you talking about?" the white-haired and dark-skinned man naturally sat down on the sofa and put his legs on the coffee table.

When he came in, he heard something, and it seemed to be something related to the activities that Avicril and the group of elementary school students participated in?

"I was talking to my Irish uncle about the Sherlock Holmes fan tour group..." Aito also answered Bourbon's question in a very natural and gentle manner.

And explain the other party's questions in depth.

"The organizer of that event should be a downline of a member of the organization..."

"But he was killed, and this screening mission failed..." At this point, he looked a little downcast.

"That family will be angry." The boy with white hair and blue eyes leaned against the stuffed bear, sat on the sofa with his legs curled up, his arms wrapped around his knees, and his chin rested on his knees, and he said thoughtfully.

"Why do you have to worry about whether a stranger will be angry? Besides, this matter has nothing to do with you." Bourbon had a slightly strange expression after listening to the whole story.

"There is someone else who killed the other person's offline, isn't there? You just..."

"I didn't do anything." The white-haired man laughed evilly.

Avril just didn't do anything.

Although sometimes, indifferent bystanders are even more hateful.

But what does this have to do with them?

"No matter how I check, it won't be found on you. As long as it's not known, it has nothing to do with you." Bourbon said with a contemptuous smile.

It's enough to be an aloof and hateful bystander.

The white-haired boy stared at Bourbon for a long time, and finally nodded in realization.

It’s the same principle as as long as it’s not discovered, it means it hasn’t been done.

Ireland looked at Bourbon and hesitated, wanting to say something, but finally forced himself to endure it.

What Bourbon taught is right.

It is impossible for children of an organization to grow into truly kind and just friends.

Ireland has never thought of cultivating Aiweilier into a true, kind and beautiful character.

But he has no intention of interfering too much with the other party's thoughts.

Children in the organization are already very independent when they are twelve years old.

Even when I was younger, I already had my own way of doing things.

Too much intervention will only affect the growth of the other party.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ireland does not want Aviclea to become another himself, even if he initially felt that Avicrel was somewhat similar to his younger self.

No one can be someone else, and Avicril doesn't need to be someone else.

So...it doesn't matter whether it's another bourbon or gin.

It's best not to change anything.

Ireland don't want Avi Clear to change.

Bourbon noticed Ireland's expression and just snorted coldly.

"It seems that you haven't completely turned into a stupid dad." He mocked.

If Ireland intends to protect Aiwe Lier tightly and wants to raise him to be an ordinary child...

Then he can report the future of the Irish religious organization and ask them to get out of this room.

Unfortunately, Ireland is not that stupid yet.

Although he likes to treat Avicril like an ordinary child, he has no intention of making Avicril an ordinary child.

"What happened to Tequila? The trap outside seems to have been triggered." Bourbon looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass window not far away and looked at the lawn in the courtyard.

The lawn has also been cleaned and no blood stains can be seen.

But Bourbon, who had laid the trap with his own hands, could tell something was wrong.

Triggered traps need to be rearranged, otherwise they cannot be used again.

He saw that more than one trap had been triggered.

The update is unstable because I have to take the college entrance examination. Don’t ask why the update is becoming more and more willful. I have posted a single chapter before. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t do it. I deal with four teachers every day, answering questions like crazy, trying to improve myself.

A score of 200 points is ridiculous. You can continue to write novels as long as you are alive. If nothing goes wrong in the college entrance examination, I can only take it once, unless I repeat it, and I will only repeat it if I am stupid.]

And a new cover, hehe.]