Conan's winery play house

"Bang-bang-"

Heavy sounds continued to reach Tequila's ears one after another, but he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly, not even looking over there.

With each sound, Tequila's body became more and more tense, as if a bow string was stretched to the extreme.

Not long after, the sound stopped, and Tequila opened his eyes and looked to the side.

The first thing I saw was the large area of ​​blood stains at the murder scene, followed closely by the pieces of meat that were divided into pieces.

Only the head can be considered intact.

There is a knife beside it, a knife specially used for chopping bones. There is still some blood on the blade.

Avril was wearing a researcher's white coat and stood next to a table with a pile of meat. He looked very plain and had no expression at all on his face.

It's like what we're dealing with is real pork, beef, mutton, or fish, not human bodies.

As if aware of Tequila's gaze, the young man turned his head, with his usual gentle smile on his indifferent face.

Obviously he didn't know that smiling on such occasions, no matter how gentle he was, would not make people think he was gentle.

"Ah, aren't you going to eat? Uncle Tequila?" he asked with concern, wiping the blood splattered on his face with a tissue.

Such tender concern did not move Tequila, but instead made him feel a chill.

"How can I possibly eat it while you are doing such disgusting things next to me?!" Tequila cursed.

The bathtub comes with a small removable flat tabletop. At the moment, there is a ceramic basin larger than the face. There are various meats and rice in the basin, and there are no chopsticks or spoons. At first glance, it doesn’t look like it is for food.

The food prepared by people is like... feeding dogs.

Tequila doesn't care about his appetite. He has a big appetite and eats by the bowl, but...

Without chopsticks and spoons, how would he eat?

Even though there were chopsticks and spoons, he couldn't use them.

Knowing this, Tequila glanced at the iron chains firmly fixed on his wrists.

In addition, Avicril was cutting the body into pieces nearby, and he was afraid that blood and flesh would be splashed on the food. How could he eat with peace of mind?

As for fear... he is not afraid of the act of dismembering the body to pieces, but he is inexplicably afraid of Aiwe Kelier.

After all, the world of mental illness is elusive.

Guys with abnormal organization are not easy to mess with. He can beat other abnormal ones, but Avicril is particularly abnormal, and he can't beat them.

"...Disgusting?" Aito looked at the mess on the table with a thoughtful expression.

Is this disgusting?

I see.

"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away." He apologized seriously, and neatly put away the tarpaulin spread on the table. The body parts were wrapped in the tarpaulin, and not a drop of blood was exposed.

Then the body parts wrapped in tarpaulin were put into the freezer nearby.

"There is no incinerator installed underground, otherwise it could be burned directly..." He looked at Tequila sheepishly and said guiltily.

"I will make an incineration device right away. I won't do it in front of you, Uncle Tequila next time." He promised with a bright smile.

No matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary well-behaved primary school student, but...

"Are you from the scientific research department or the action team?" Tequila looked at the medicines placed on the surrounding shelves, the rows of droppers and syringes, and various experimental equipment filling the empty space.

Full and full.

No matter how you look at it, it is a standard small room necessary for scientific researchers.

But Avicril... shouldn't this guy be in the action team?

How could it be the Research Department...?

How could he not defeat a civilian employee!

"I don't think I am one?" The white-haired boy thought carefully before answering Tequila's question hesitantly.

Tequila's question cannot be answered because Avicril does not have a fixed position.

He does not belong to any department, but he can participate in the tasks of all departments.

So he thought hard for a long time and came up with a perfect answer.

"I'm with Papa." He smiled happily as he found the perfect answer.

With gin?

The Supervision Department...

Like those crow law enforcers, they are only responsible for the BOSS.

This answer left Tequila speechless and could only vent his anger. Like an animal, he buried his face in his rice bowl and wolfed down the food.

When biting the meat, it seemed as if he was biting the meat of Gin and Avicril, a father and son, with an extremely ferocious expression.

Mental illness of the same origin, bastards, no wonder they are father and son.

Aito looked at Tequila who was eating a lot, and said with a somewhat regretful expression:

"I thought you didn't know how to eat it, Uncle Tequila..."

"Bai Yujuan chose to commit suicide by going on a hunger strike." His eyes revealed his disappointment without concealing it.

He used to eat like this too.

It would be great if Uncle Tequila also refused to eat... Uncle Tequila's choice to commit suicide on a hunger strike has nothing to do with him.

Even the possible sequelae were brought up by Uncle Ireland...

Aito pursed his lips, looking a little troubled.

The potion he prepared for Uncle Tequila was just enough to repair the other party's serious injuries, so much so that there was no problem.

But it's just that the extent of the problem can't be seen. You can move freely, but the repaired and regenerated bones are inherently weaker than the previous ones, leaving some hidden dangers.

Sometimes some hidden dangers are enough to lead to certain outcomes.

But since Uncle Ireland said that, it can't be like this.

"The potion is used up, it's time to put it away." He looked at the turbid yellow-brown liquid in the bathtub, turned around and picked up two potions on the shelf nearby.

One red and one blue.

After draining the original water from the bathtub, he handed the potion to Tequila.

Taking a bath with medicine can only heal external injuries. For more subtle internal injuries, you need to drink the medicine.

He had not originally planned to give the other party the medicine.

But we can’t leave any sequelae…

"Drink it quickly." He urged Tequila to drink it with a bright smile.

Tequila looked at the two potions, one blue and one red, with a somewhat suspicious expression, but without thinking much, he took them and poured them into his mouth.

If Avicril wants to kill him, there is no need to poison him, so he can drink it.

Moreover... I even ate the food provided by the other party and didn't care about drinking two more tubes of medicine.

He accepted even such a shameful way of eating.

Tequila remembers this very clearly now that Codename members are prohibited from killing each other.

But who knows if there will be another meal after this meal? When there is food, you must eat it as soon as possible. Eating raw animal meat and drinking animal blood are not unheard of.

Life is much more important than dignity.

If it falls into the hands of other state agencies, it will be calculated separately.

Seeing Tequila like this, the white-haired boy bent his eyes and smiled with joy.

"It would be great if Uncle Tequila always listened to me like this."

Don't talk back, don't resist, just do whatever he says.

It would be great if it stayed like this.

The young man seemed to be drunk, his face turned red, but his smile became gentler. He reached out to hold Tequila's face, and pressed his forehead against Tequila's forehead. His eyes were like the clear summer sky,

He stared at Tequila without blinking.

Can't look away, can't turn my head.

The clear and fresh blue instantly occupied Tequila's entire field of vision.

His eyes widened unexpectedly.