Conan's winery play house

Chapter 585 of Conan: Playing House at the Winery Main Text Volume: Kiel: Ah, I guessed wrong. No one told Bourbon and Aviciel when Kiel would arrive.

But the two of them have made all preparations. No matter when Keir comes, even if the other party sneaks in in the middle of the night, what they see will definitely be a pair of ordinary brothers dependent on each other.

Even after Ireland left, Avicril moved into Bourbon's room, and the other party welcomed him very much.

It's just that the role is reversed, Bourbon asks Avicril to tell him a bedtime story.

The reason is that he doesn't want to do the same thing as Fang Gu Ling.

Rei Fangtani once told Avicril a bedtime story, so Bourbon had to do the opposite and let Avicril tell it to him.

This request was willful and childish, and seemed to have nothing to do with an adult man, but Bourbon made it so confidently.

Aito, who never refuses family members, will naturally not refuse this request.

In order to welcome Kiel's arrival at any time, Bourbon even took a long vacation.

Although I asked for leave not long after I joined the job, but...

Due to the external persona he created as the second generation ancestor of the Miyamoto family, he did not encounter any obstacles.

After all, he joined a company under the Miyamoto Group, so everything went smoothly as if God had helped him.

And Miyamoto Aito... didn't go to school either.

Because several of Silver Bullet's friends haven't recovered from colds, and their toes are injured and it's difficult to move around at the moment, they all stay at home. None of the five of them went to school, and they made an appointment to go back to school together.

In order to cooperate with them, Aito said that his illness was not cured either.

That's it, everyone has a rest during this time.

So when Keir came to the door, Aito and Bourbon were both at home.

Bourbon's first reaction when he heard the doorbell was——

"Kiel is finally here?!" His eyes lit up, and he immediately came up with the character design that he had been thinking about for several days.

A good-for-nothing playboy who is looked down upon by the organization relies on biting his younger brother to make money and maintain his life of debauchery.

All in all, he is an unreliable scumbag brother.

I saw him loosen his tie three times, ruffle his hair, unbutton three shirt buttons, and wipe some wine on his body, making sure that his body was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Finally, he took out lip-shaped objects and put them on his face, neck, and collar, leaving lipstick marks on them.

In this way, he looked like a drunkard who came home after a long night of drinking.

This kind of person is raising a child? Absolutely unreliable!

Aito looked at Bourbon's hesitant and quick move, thought about it and carefully observed himself.

Brother Bourbon picked out the clothes he was wearing and put on the bandages, so there was no problem.

The two looked at each other, and Bourbon raised his eyebrows. His face immediately showed the look of someone who was not yet fully awake from a hangover, and he staggered toward the door.

Aito also quickly flashed back to the room upstairs.

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Keir lowered his head and looked at his watch, then looked at the luxurious and beautiful house in front of him, which was very suitable for a mistress, and silently rang the doorbell again.

Finally, some messy footsteps came from behind the door, as well as a sleepy, tired and confused voice with a bit of impatience.

"Coming, coming...who is it?"

The door was opened.

The moment Keir saw the person who opened the door, he silently overturned all his previous guesses.

She guessed wrong.

She's not a mistress, she's a man.

It shouldn't be a sexual transaction, after all, the man who opened the door...

The other person is indeed a rare handsome guy, with off-white hair, a slightly darker complexion, and blue-gray eyes. He is about 1.8 meters tall.

The shirt was loosely worn, the tie was half untied, and there were ambiguous lip prints on his body and clothes.

Considering the sleepy look on the other party's face, it is not difficult to imagine that the other party must have had a lot of fun last night.

"Beauty? Are you?" He leaned lazily against the doorframe, his eyelids drooped, showing a listless energy, and his casual curls of lips had the charm of a lazy and indulgent bad man.

If the other party really had an affair with a certain member of the organization, how could the other party live such a dissolute life.

He must have been killed by that base wine a long time ago.

So... what exactly is the relationship?

Keir was very calm inside, but had a polite expression on his face.

"...Sir, do you want to buy some wine?" she asked like an employee who came to sell her own wine door-to-door.

Is this man...really Aviciel?

She would not rashly ask if the other party was Avicril, she would only hint in other ways.

Bourbon raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person with ambiguous eyes, as if he would invite the other person to have a drink together in the next second.

In his heart, he looked at the other person with a cold heart.

Gere also dressed up. As a popular female host on a TV station, if she didn't disguise herself, she would be easily recognized when walking on the street.

The outfit that Keir chose was very similar to the one that Rei Fangtani originally chose.

At that time, Rei Fukutani wore a peaked cap and pretended to be a courier boy, but now Gere also wears a peaked cap and acts as a bartender.

"Wine? Do you have any good wine recommendations?" The man with off-white hair asked with a smile.

"The wine recommended today is Ivy Clear. Although it is a strong wine, it has a smooth taste and is very popular among young people..." Keir also promoted it competently.

"Avicril? Why do you recommend it?" The man seemed a little unhappy and asked with a frown.

"Because I think the strong liquor that young people like is a good match for you, sir..." Kil continued to explain calmly.

Like every salesperson who tells lies with open eyes.

"Suitable for me? Tsk--" The man with off-white hair sneered and stood up straight lazily.

"Who sent you here? What is the purpose?" He stared at Keir, the ambiguous smile on his face had not disappeared, as if he was just asking casually.

Keir didn't answer.

On the contrary, the man seemed to have lost interest in this question and no longer chased the other party for an answer.

"Forget it, no one can command you except those Jijiu. The purpose here must be to spy on us anyway." He said with a mocking tone.

Kil listened silently, analyzing rapidly in his heart.

The other party knew that the organization sent people to monitor him? Why?

"Come in, what should I call you? And... what's your code name?" The man with off-white hair stepped out of the way and turned towards the hall without looking back, speaking in a casual tone.

Keir also followed without any surprise.

"Mizuki Reina, code name Kir."

"This is our first meeting, Avicril." Her voice was cold and businesslike.

The man with off-white hair sat down directly on the sofa in the hall, crossed his legs, and yawned casually.

"First time we meet, I am Toru Miyamoto, and..." He raised his index finger and shook it.

"I'm going to correct you, I'm not Avicril." He smiled inexplicably.