Conan's winery play house

Miyamoto Aito put down his cell phone and lay back on the bed obediently.

Even if the ace of spades still didn't reply to his message, he didn't care.

Ireland looked at the news about the Ace of Spades with some confusion in his eyes.

What does it mean...【Are you crazy too?】

As a healthy adult with mature views, Ireland does not think there is anything abnormal about her mental state.

Although he killed people, set fires and exploded, he occasionally stole state secrets.

However, he knew he was committing a crime when he did this.

Ireland really couldn't figure out why he was crazy? Just because he asked the ace of spades to reply to Ai Wei Lier with a message?

Isn’t it a fundamental obligation to care for the future generations of the organization?

"Uncle Ireland?" A soft voice brought Ireland back from his thoughts.

He looked at the boy on the bed.

The other party was lying under the quilt, and even his figure was not obvious, only a pair of clear blue eyes were exposed.

Well-behaved, docile, and cute.

Even this could not get Ace of Spades to reply.

That guy is indeed a hard-hearted guy.

"Get some sleep, Aito." Ireland touched Aito's head, watched him close his eyes, and then left the room.

They adults don't need long hours of sleep.

After Ireland left, the boy on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are awake and not sleepy.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Suddenly a voice sounded in the room.

"Yes, I can hear it." Aito replied.

He glanced at the cell phone next to the bed, and the caller ID showed Hideki Morohoshi.

"You don't have to go to school tomorrow, and you don't have to go to school this week." Morohoshi Hideki's voice came through the mobile phone.

"Are you injured because of Xiushu?" Aito asked.

But he wasn't hurt...and didn't have to go to school?

"You discovered it..." Hideki Morohoshi couldn't help but gasped.

"Anyway, that's it. I'm being looked at by my family. My parents, my parents, my grandparents, all come to see me, and they don't let me go out..." Hideki Morohoshi complained.

"I just have a small cold and my fever is not high. They are so troublesome..."

"Seiichiro and the others are just like me..."

"What about you? You don't have a fever, do you?" Hideki Morohoshi asked with concern.

Aito looked at the phone thoughtfully.

It turns out that when you are sick, your family will be concerned...

Then if he is sick, will Papa come to see him?

"If you have a fever..." the boy with white hair and blue eyes thought.

The book seems to say that the symptoms include elevated body temperature, flushed complexion, listlessness, sore limbs, and even joint twitching in severe cases.

He seems to be able to do all of this.

"I have a fever too." He said without hesitation.

"What? This time our entire army was wiped out." Morohoshi Hideki's annoyance was undisguised in his tone.

"What's your temperature now?" he asked again.

"In my words...it's around 40 degrees Celsius." Aito controlled his body temperature to rise to 40 degrees Celsius, and also controlled his face to turn red.

Even his expression became listless and his voice became weak.

"40? You have a high fever! Is there anyone at home?" Hideki Morohoshi asked anxiously.

If you have a high fever for a long time, you may be burned to death.

He didn't want his little friend to become a fool.

"Yes." Although his voice was very weak, he still answered the question in a leisurely manner.

It's like my body is sick but I haven't realized it yet.

"It would be nice to have someone..." Hideki Morohoshi breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't worry that Aito will become a fool because of the fever.

"Remember to take medicine and go to bed early." Hideki Morohoshi warned seriously.

"Okay." The person who never refuses replied in a submissive tone.

Hideki Morohoshi hung up the phone and closed his eyes with a red face.

"There seems to be a similar scene in the TV series..." Aito lay on the bed and rummaged through his memories.

The sick person lies on the hospital bed, constantly mumbling the name of the person he loves the most and misses most.

"So it's still like this..." Aito murmured in sudden realization after digging out his memory.

What is he going to talk about? Uncle System? But other people cannot know the existence of Uncle System.

And besides Uncle System, the person he loves most... is Papa!

He knows what to do!

…

At night, Ireland returned to the room. For fear of waking up the people in the room, he did not turn on the light and walked to the bedside in the dark.

As soon as I made some gentle movements and lay back on the bed, I heard a low voice.

"Papa..."

With a sobbing voice.

It was Ai Vikriel's voice, but it sounded... a little strange.

"Ivey?" Ireland glanced at the boy.

In the darkness, he could only see the other person's mouth opening and closing.

He shouted "papa" again and again.

And this is obviously not normal.

Ireland sat up, turned on the light in the room, and then looked back.

Then he saw Avicril's flushed cheeks and his limbs shaking unnaturally under the quilt.

He stretched out his hand to touch Aiweilier's forehead and felt a hot patch.

"You have a fever? That's right. After all, I came back covered in water, and there must have been quite a bit of wind on the way..." Ireland got out of bed and walked outside the house.

The medicine kit is in the living room and should contain cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine.

As expected, Avicril is still a child who needs protection.

Looking sick makes people feel very sad.

Ireland went downstairs worriedly, went straight to where the medicine box was, and picked up the medicine box.

Bourbon put down the game console in his hand and looked at Ireland carrying the medical kit upstairs. He had no intention of paying attention to him, and his tone was a little confused: "Are you injured?"

It shouldn’t be. Didn’t Ireland have no mission today?

Besides, if he was injured, it should have been taken care of long ago.

Why do you suddenly get up in the middle of the night to look for the medicine kit?

"It's not me, it's Avicril who's sick." Ireland answered Bourbon's question while going upstairs without looking back.

The confusion on Bourbon's face was extremely genuine.

"Avicril, are you sick?" He repeated this sentence slowly, with disbelief written all over his face.

Avicril, and the word sick can actually be connected together?

That little monster can get sick too?

People who are not even sure whether they are human can get sick?

Is Ireland hallucinating?

Or is it that the one who came back today is not Avicril himself?

With strong curiosity, Bourbon quickly followed Ireland up the stairs.

He rushed into Ireland's room as if he was afraid that he would miss some treasure if he came late.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ireland half-hugging Aiwe Kelier and giving him medicine.

And Avicril's face was flushed, as if he couldn't open his eyes, and his half-open eyes were filled with water that looked like tears.

He does seem to be very ill.

But...this is not normal!!!

How could Avril be sick?

Bourbon watched Ireland tuck the young man who had taken the medicine back into the quilt, and then watched the young man who was unconscious due to high fever keep mumbling something.

He silently leaned closer and listened.

I heard "papa."

Bourbon straightened up, stood by the bed and stared down at the sick Aiwekilier. He silently took out his mobile phone and recorded a short video.

Then sent it to someone.

By now, he probably had some guesses.

Being sick must be fake.

As someone who knew the inhuman nature of Avicril, Bourbon did not believe that he would get sick.

Some little monster just wanted to use the excuse of being sick to do something.

Bourbon decided to cooperate with him.

Because it was Dazai's birthday next door, I ran to write a chapter for Dazai first.

Aito: Will my family care about me when I am sick? Very good, from now on, I will be sick.

End of this chapter