Conan's winery play house

Bourbon watched Ireland's car disappear completely, looked back boredly at the door closed by vodka, and raised his eyebrows playfully.

Sometimes, vodka is quite clever.

But what’s the point of closing the door on him?

He had long known that Avicril was pretending to be ill.

There is only one person in Ireland who believes that Avicril is ill.

The robot conscientiously held up the rag and passed by him, but Bourbon stopped him.

"Robert, prepare afternoon tea for me." He ordered in a matter-of-fact and dismissive manner.

Like a lofty young master.

He has indeed lived the life of a young master for many years.

The only thing a financial officer's only son lacks most is money.

"Okay--" A smiley face appeared on the robot's electronic screen, and the reply sounded like it was filled with emotion, but it was also full of rigidity.

Bourbon turned to look at the closed door again, shrugged and went downstairs, sitting on the sofa in the hall and waiting for his afternoon tea.

But I didn't sit there for long before I couldn't help but want to get up and see what was going on in the room.

Gin will definitely be able to discover the fact that Avicril is pretending to be ill. What will he do when he finds out that he has been deceived?

Maybe it's not a lie, after all... Gin may have known it was fake from the beginning.

But he came anyway.

Yes, no matter what the reason was, the result was that he still came.

Bourbon smiled with interest, thought about it, got up and walked out of the door.

inside the room.

The man with long silver hair was standing beside the bed, where Ireland once stood, with the same attitude, looking down at the boy on the bed.

It's just that Ireland's eyes are concerned, but Gin's eyes are calm.

Like a beast looking at its prey with cold eyes.

The silver-white snake poked its head out from his hair, went down his clothes, and landed on Avril through a layer of quilt.

The same cold attitude, the same color scheme.

Looking at the young man with a flushed face and blurred eyes, Gin said calmly:

"You want to fool me? Ivy."

There was no anger in the voice, and there was even a little smile.

But it was obviously not a happy smile.

Gin hated deception, and Avicril had sworn never to lie to him.

"I didn't." The childish-looking boy with white hair and blue eyes sat up from the bed. His blue eyes were still gleaming, but his expression was innocent and ignorant.

"I didn't want to lie to Papa." He repeated again, with a firm tone.

Gin raised his lips mockingly, reached out and grabbed the boy's chin, raised his face, and forced him to open his mouth.

"Then what are you doing looking like this? Huh?" He ran his thumb across Aiweilier's teeth, as if he were treating a beast with fangs, and as if he was checking whether the puppies' teeth were well grown.

.

For wild animals, sharp teeth and claws are always the best weapons.

"Who do you want to know about your illness?" Gin sneered.

Of course, to Avicril, this is certainly not cheating.

The video was sent to him by Bourbon, and the news of Avril's illness was also told by Bourbon.

And what about Avicril? What did the other party do? This kid didn't even take the initiative to admit that he was sick.

Even if it is deception, Bourbon is lying.

But is Avicril really innocent? How is that possible?

He just pretended to be sick and let Ireland and Bourbon find out.

Next, with Bourbon’s character…

Avril didn't have to do anything, Bourbon would naturally call for gin.

After all, that Bourbon guy is a bastard who doesn't take anything too seriously.

And Avicril just wanted Gin to know the news.

The so-called news of illness was nothing more than a signal to Avicril.

It means - I miss you.

Obviously, Avicril did it.

Gin successfully received the signal relayed from Bourbon.

The man with silver hair and red eyes looked at the child with white hair and blue eyes inexplicably, and casually retracted his hand.

"I won't get sick. Papa knows that, so I won't be fooled." Aito explained seriously.

If you can't be cheated, it doesn't count as cheating.

It is only deception if you believe it.

"Xiu Shu and the others are all sick. I went through the same thing as them, so I should also be sick like them..." Aito continued to explain the reason for his illness this time.

But it did not say the purpose of the other illness.

His purpose...is to let his family come visit him.

Like Hideki and his family.

Not sure whether he believed it or not, Gin sat down by the bed with a dull expression, but raised his hand again and touched the boy's forehead all the way down to his neck.

The cold hands have a cooling effect, but the temperature of Aiweilier's body has always been boiling hot.

The body temperature is real, and so is the condition.

If that's the case, why isn't it considered sick?

As if he had thought of something funny, Gin raised the corners of his mouth, and the arc became wider and wider.

"If you are bored, I can assign you a task." He slowly withdrew his smile and said coldly.

I was so bored that I started to get sick.

He is not bored enough to cooperate every time.

"Do you know how sick dogs are treated?" There was a hint of evil in his tone.

Aito shook his head.

"I don't know." He answered honestly.

This is knowledge not found in books.

"You will be abandoned or eaten." The man with long silver hair reached out and stroked the young man's face with rare patience, but his smile was filled with bloodthirsty madness.

Aito blinked.

"I won't get sick." He reiterated seriously.

So it will definitely not be abandoned.

"I just want to see you..." He rubbed his face against his old father's palm.

The body temperature dropped visibly to the naked eye, the flushing on the face disappeared instantly, and the skin tone returned to white.

In an instant, he went from being sick and looking like he would die in the next second, to being healthy again.

Gin took back his hand, took out his cell phone from his coat and took a look at it.

Not knowing what he saw, he let out a low voice.

Then he said in a joking tone to the expectant young man:

"Because of your illness, Ireland left."

"Maybe I won't come back." He looked at the confused boy, who seemed to have not yet reacted, and emphasized again.

"Uncle Ireland has left? Will he not come back again?" The boy with white hair and blue eyes murmured blankly.

When he saw Ireland leaving, he just thought that the other party had something to do, but...

Won't come back again?

"Doesn't he want me too?" His face immediately showed the grievance of being abandoned.

"Why did Uncle Ireland leave? Did I do something wrong?"

As if he had found the only person he could rely on, he held on to the gin and cried uncontrollably, as if he couldn't hold it back and was venting his emotions.

Tears immediately wet Gin's clothes.

Gin tilted his head and tried several times with a cold face to pull the person off his body.

"He applied to browse some of the organization's scientific research information, regarding - human experiments."

"Maybe something happened that made him realize that he was not strong enough."

Gin explained calmly, lest Avicril would think that he had been abandoned again and start going crazy.

"He never thought of using this method to improve his abilities before, but now he has done it for you..."

"I think you should laugh." Gin sneered.

Even Ireland dares to think about a project that could lead to death if not careful.

It really makes people become thorough.

Avicril, a terrible monster.