Conan's winery play house

In front of Tequila, Aito poured the yellow liquid that exuded a rotten smell into the cleaning device, and then washed the used device and bucket clean.

Like a hard-working bee, he worked non-stop, cleaning the laboratory clean, even ignoring Tequila's incredulous expression, and wiped the bathtub where Tequila was lying, and then he relaxed

He clapped his hands happily.

"A clean environment will make people in it feel happy... After all, that's what the book says. I hope you, Uncle Tequila, can also feel happy." Aito looked at the clean and reflective walls and floors of the laboratory.

, said happily and contentedly.

Completely ignoring Tequila's fierce expression of wanting to eat people - definitely not a happy expression.

But because he was wearing a shackle, he could not utter a single word. Whether it was a curse or a request, it was locked in his abdominal cavity and he could not utter a word.

He could only watch the white-haired boy turn around and walk out of the laboratory door with an expression of disbelief, extreme resentment, and a split-eyed expression.

He is light and his posture from the back reveals that he is a well-behaved young man, but his various actions are arbitrary and domineering without regard for the life or death of others.

Tequila stared at the opponent's back with fierce eyes, until there was a click, the door of the laboratory was opened and closed, and the back completely disappeared.

That back view was not only deeply reflected in his eyes, but also engraved in his heart.

Sooner or later, he will...

I felt the chains binding my limbs and the shackles in my mouth. Because I couldn't close my mouth or swallow, my saliva dripped.

A strong sense of humiliation surged into my heart, accompanied by the inability to break free. As the base wine of the organization, it was no match for the powerlessness of an underage brat. In an instant, both emotions were amplified.

But human nature is to be strong-willed.

He was angry and helpless, but at the same time his instinct reminded him to bow his head.

It is not something unspeakable to bow to a stronger person in the same camp.

This is the nature of the organization, survival of the fittest, the weak bow to the strong, and the strong receive better treatment.

It's always been like this.

Actually... bowing to Avicril is not a big deal.

…

Aito walked out of the elevator carrying the empty rice bowl, followed by Dafu who maintained his original shape. There was still a smile on his face, but the arc of the smile was visible to the naked eye to be higher than before.

He could tell at a glance that something must have happened in the laboratory that made him happy.

Bourbon and Ireland were still at the dining table. Their eyes followed the movement of the elevator opening and fell on the young man who had just stepped out. Naturally, they would not miss that bright and dazzling smile.

Something happened in the laboratory that made Aiwe Lier happy? What could it be?

New research results? Or...what did Tequila do? No, maybe it should be said...what did Avicril do to Tequila.

After all, Tequila's appearance clearly shows that he has lost the ability to resist. Even if he wanted to do something, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.

So...what exactly did Avicril do?

Bourbon's smiling eyes first looked at Ireland, who had an incomprehensible expression, and apparently discovered the key to the problem, and then he snorted and fell back on Aiwe Lier.

His eyes scanned the boy's hair, fingertips, skirt, and even the edge of his shoes inch by inch.

These are places that are easily stained with blood, but are unlikely to be noticed by the murderer himself.

But the young man's body was clean, without any blood stains.

There were no other strange items on his body, except for... an overly clean dinner plate.

"Tequila eats really cleanly." The man with white hair, blue eyes and dark skin looked at the dish that was as clean as if it had been washed, even on the reflective plate, and his tone was full of joking and ridicule.

Avril didn't bring any tableware with him, so how did Tequila finish eating?

Could it be...

Thinking of the image of a guy nearly two meters tall lowering his head to eat like a dog, Bourbon showed a little regret on his face, but more of a bad expression.

It's such a pity that we didn't see such a famous scene.

Ireland also has intelligence higher than that of ordinary people. As soon as Bourbon said this, he understood why Bourbon would say this.

He looked at the innocent and ignorant young man with a slightly complicated expression, as if he didn't understand anything. After a moment of silence, he just rubbed the other man's fluffy and soft white hair.

"Don't... bother Tequila too much. After all, we are all companions." He sighed with a little helplessness in his tone.

Although it seems... Tequila may have been severely offended by Aito.

After all, Tequila’s character…

"Tossing? I didn't bother Uncle Tequila..." Aito's tone was doubtful, and his eyes showed confusion.

He just... treated Uncle Tequila as he had been treated before.

Whether it was locking Tequila in the basement or expressing love in various ways, these were just behaviors he had experienced.

This is how his parents treated him.

Their love exceeds the love most people have for him.

Before my mother died, her love for him was the most profound.

The love he showed to Uncle Tequila was far less than what his parents had shown to him.

But Uncle Tequila couldn't bear such strong love.

He will die.

Miyamoto Aito doesn't care because he won't really die.

So no matter what way you show your love to him, he will accept it happily without any resistance.

Whether it's a gentle way or a rough way.

"I'm just expressing my love for Uncle Tequila in a special way..." The boy with white hair and blue eyes said with a cheerful smile and full of seriousness.

Because it is special love, it must be expressed in a special way that is not written in the book.

Bourbon burst out laughing, pointed his index finger at the boy, and then pointed at himself.

"Why don't you express it to me in a special way?" His tone was fearless, even teasing, without the slightest worry that this sentence might have some unimaginable consequences.

Aito just looked at the other person strangely and doubtfully, as if he couldn't figure out the other person's intention, and said in a confused tone:

"Because... Brother Bourbon knows that I love you, right? There is no need to prove it in other ways."

Bourbon knew this when he was still in his soul form.

But he was worried that Bourbon would be dissatisfied with such an answer, so Aito spoke as if to make up for it:

"Ah, I can if necessary..."

A special way to show your love to Brother Bourbon.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Bourbon himself.

"Yes, a certain brat really loves me so much..." He touched his chin in a tone that sounded both serious and joking.

"But I'm not bad, right? My love for you is obvious to all, right?" He said and pointed to his hair.

The hair that was originally flaxen gold has now turned into white hair.

Bourbon obviously knows how to cheer up Avicril.

Frank, straightforward, unabashed, unreserved... abnormal love.

Even just changing the hair color is enough to make the other person happy for a long time.

"Yeah! They are like real brothers." Aito nodded vigorously.

He likes the act of dyeing his hair with bourbon, and doesn't care why the other person dyed his hair.

Just because the other person dyed his hair white and told him... that he dyed his hair for him is enough.

The truth doesn't matter to Miyamoto Aito.

I'm back, recuperating a bit, and finding my hand. I feel like I haven't coded for a long time.