Conan's winery play house

When the mood is stable, heart disease generally does not cause any symptoms, and Miyamoto Aito's mood has always been very stable.

So even if he has heart disease, it will not affect him.

His hand touched the location of his heart, feeling the feeling of a heart attack. The expression on his face was still calm.

Even breathing feels like it's pulling on your heart. It should be uncomfortable and painful.

But Miyamoto Aito didn't even frown, as if he couldn't feel the message from his heart.

There is a cross scar on his heart.

The beating heart in the chest cavity under the scar was once held in the palm of someone's hand and exposed to the air for observation.

"Mom" held his beating heart in her palms, as if she had obtained a particularly precious treasure.

She said, "Look, Aito, your heart is with mother."

"It can only be here with mom."

But when the heart stops beating, the other person no longer likes it and throws the heart on the ground.

Why don’t you want it anymore? Why don’t you like it anymore? Why can’t you always like it?

Later, Miyamoto Aito understood that it was because he died at that time.

No one likes a dead heart that no longer beats.

Bourbon looked at the young man who was touching his chest with a calm expression, and smiled teasingly:

"What? Are you starting to get used to the setting that you have heart disease now?"

"Then how will your leukemia behave? Do you need to prepare more blood packs for backup?"

Bourbon blinked one eye and smiled brightly.

Aito put down his hand and thought carefully before replying:

"I remember that leukemia is a problem with hematopoietic stem cells..."

"No need for blood packs." He shook his head calmly.

"You don't need a blood pack? But with your condition, you will have a lot of nosebleeds..." Bourbon looked at Avicril.

Is it possible to really have a nosebleed without using a blood pack?

Whose nosebleeds can come at any time?

But when I think about it, Avicril is probably not human, and it makes sense.

even……

"How about you perform it first? I'll help you see the effect first." Bourbon said with a smile, and his tone was full of consideration for the other party.

"If it's not true enough, Keir won't believe it. I'm worried about you too." He said pretentiously, not even trying to hide that he was just pretending.

Because he knew that Avicril didn't care.

Regardless of whether he was pretending or not, what he said was okay, and even those words were something Aiwe Lier would like to hear.

"That's it...if you have a nosebleed..." The white-haired boy nodded thoughtfully, and as he nodded, scarlet blood surged out of his nose.

The formation seemed unexpected and extremely scary.

Thick blood flowed out in a steady stream, instantly dyeing the boy's chin, collar, and even a large area of ​​his chest red.

He can control bleeding and destroy his own hematopoietic stem cells.

You can also make your performance consistent with the condition of leukemia.

Everything is real.

But it's all lies.

"It's really easy to say..." Bourbon seemed to have seen some interesting novelty. He even stretched out his finger and wiped it on the boy's chin, twisted it, and felt the sensation coming from his fingertips.

The touch confirmed that this was indeed real blood.

"Your body..." He looked at the young man in front of him with unclear meaning.

You can control it at will...

Isn't this...even less human?

It's like a machine that can edit settings at will.

Thinking about it this way, Avicril's previous action of touching his heart became more and more complicated.

"You don't...really have a heart attack, do you?" He asked without any expectations.

But I have already confirmed this idea in my heart.

After all, considering the character of Avicril...

Doing what you say is no longer enough to describe it.

This little monster is simply paranoid.

Everyone was ready to put on a show and just lie to them. If Avicril disagreed, he would just play it real...

Does Gin know that Avicril has turned himself into a sick man because of such a little game?

I don’t know.

What would you do if you knew?

But since Avicril can be so cruel to him casually, he can probably recover casually.

After all, if a bullet penetrated the brain before, he could recover in the blink of an eye.

The little monster does have the capital to play the most realistic game.

Bourbon saw Avicril nod as expected, and spoke in a strangely obedient manner:

"Well, because if you say you have a heart disease when you don't have one, you are lying to Sister Keir..."

"I don't want to lie." He lowered his head in frustration.

"...Oh~" Bourbon just made a series of meaningless sounds meaningfully, without giving much comment on it.

Well, so it doesn’t count as cheating if you are really sick.

Logically speaking, there is indeed no problem.

How on earth did he develop such a cute character...Ai Vikriel.

"Okay, stop bleeding." Bourbon waved his hand, watching Aiwe Lier's blood flowing out like an endless sea. The front of the entire pajamas was stained red, and the blood even stained

It dripped onto the ground and gathered into a small puddle.

If a normal human being sheds so much blood, how can he stand here like a normal person?

He had already been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

If Keir was there, Bourbon would pretend to be frightened and run away with Aiwe Lier on his back.

It is impossible to send it to a regular hospital, it can only be sent to an organized laboratory.

When it comes to the organization's laboratory, then...the diagnosis results are all decided by them.

But now that Kiel is gone, Bourbon doesn't need to pretend.

"Oh, by the way, the reason you won't live to be fifteen is because you can't find suitable hematopoietic stem cells and a suitable heart." He seemed to have thought of something he had forgotten and continued to speak.

"Because your blood type is extremely rare, it is Rhnull, which is also known as golden blood type. There are not fifty owners of this blood type in the world..." The tone was full of admiration and certainty.

If Avicril can say that he is sick, he will be sick, and that he will bleed, he will bleed, then...

Can blood type be changed?

"Rhnull blood type? I understand." Aito nodded.

He needs to check the data of this blood type so that the result of his blood type test is the same as this blood type.

He can change his blood type by controlling the mutation of hematopoietic stem cells.

But without detailed data and multiple experiments, the results will be wrong.

"I'm going to the laboratory."

He wiped the blood from his chin and walked towards the elevator without changing his clothes.

Bourbon looked at the young man's back thoughtfully, and a guess suddenly popped up in his mind - Could Avicril be going to the laboratory to do experiments?

Experimenting on himself to change his blood type?

Although it sounds outrageous and incredible, it feels like...

It is indeed something that Avicril would do.

With inexplicable curiosity, Bourbon followed.

Aito didn't stop him either.

He also never refuses or holds back his family.