Conan's winery play house

The smile on Bourbon's face froze.

Is there anything wrong with vodka?

Why do you suddenly have a brain?

"If you can do it, just try it." Gin raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Bourbon in the rearview mirror.

"Let this brat stay away from me." He said with great interest.

"No!" The white-haired boy sat obediently, lowered the corners of his mouth, and said unhappily.

Although Brother Tou is also a family member, there are differences between family members.

At least Papa's status is different from other family members.

"So I asked him to try it if he has the ability, Ivy." The smile on Gin's face became even bigger.

Bourbon wants to sow discord? That's up to him.

If possible, the other party can also take over the role of father in the house, and Gin doesn't mind at all.

That person was very angry because Avicril called him father, but he did not dare to say anything to Avicril.

The attitude towards Avicril was extremely cautious to the point of being outrageous.

But he didn't dare to face Avicril.

Most of the time I only dare to communicate through text messages, and occasionally I even use a voice changer during phone calls.

It is completely different from his cruel and bloody approach to others and his disregard for human life.

If Bourbon had become a father in a game of house...

He will definitely be targeted by that person.

Thinking of this, the smile on Gin's face became even bigger.

He was the first person the kid met after escaping. At that time, he received that person's mission and went to that location to deal with a traitor.

As a result, a puppy stumbled into it.

Even if the other party was covered in wounds, blood, and even seemed to be blind and unable to speak, Gin was not prepared to leave him alive.

Instead, he raised his gun and prepared to silence him.

Until the other person raised his head.

The dull and empty pale blue eyes stared in his direction.

Gin was silent for a moment and smiled.

The gun pressed against the boy's forehead slid down a little, and his face was outlined, and his eyes studied it for a moment.

Then Gin put away the gun.

"Like a homeless wild dog." he commented.

"If it weren't for his good face..." Gin looked at the boy condescendingly.

If the face hadn't been clean and intact, he wouldn't have recognized it.

Gin had seen this face for at least twenty years.

Even though the boy was only eight or nine years old at the time.

But he had seen this face earlier.

It's just that it's not a real person, but a photo.

He thought the other party was already dead.

Are you still alive in the end?

And... he looks exactly the same as the age in the photo.

It was as if the twenty years Gin had witnessed did not exist at all to the other party.

He frowned and looked at the boy with blood stains on his clothes and wounds all over his body. After a moment of silence, he took off his coat, wrapped the boy up and took him away.

"He actually survived."

"It seems that the organization can't give it to you, Gin."

"I want to watch him grow up."

That person said this when he learned that the other party was still alive.

The person who told Gin at the beginning, "If I die one day, the organization will be handed over to you."

Gin was also prepared for the other day to suddenly commit suicide.

But that day, that person said that the organization could no longer be handed over to him.

In other words, that person does not intend to commit suicide.

Just because I want to watch this kid grow up.

…

"You are so confident, Gin." The blond man sat in the back seat and touched the boy's hair.

"But I'm not interested in your father's role." He said nonchalantly.

There is someone already occupying the position. Unless Gin dies, no one can take his place.

Even if Gin dies, there may not be any way to replace him.

The dead are always better than the living.

Because it becomes more valuable when lost.

So it is more appropriate to find an identity that no one has ever assumed.

Being a breeder is a very good thing, isn't it?

Thinking of those trained police dogs, Fangtani Ling smiled.

"Ha." Gin looked at the smile of the man behind him and also sneered.

Since Bourbon wants to try it, he can do whatever he wants.

When the time comes, you can't blame others if you die.

Avicril's feelings towards his so-called family...

It's more of a curse than love.

A twisted love like a curse.

I look forward to the death of my family members every day.

The undercover agents who died at the hands of Avicril also thought they could change Avicril at first.

The black Porsche parked in front of Miyamoto's house.

"Get off the car." Gin's voice was cold.

"Yes, yes -" the blond man opened the car door in a long voice.

"Let's go Ivey, let's go home." He stood at the door of the car and said to the young man in the car.

"Can you find more opportunities to see me?" Aito asked, grabbing Gin's clothes.

"It's okay to do the mission, as long as you can see Uncle Vodka and Papa..."

The boy's pale blue eyes stared at the silver-haired man under his sunglasses.

Vodka on the side looked moved again as he listened.

He even wanted to agree to Ivy's request for Gin.

Gin glanced over, and Vodka turned his head as if he didn't exist.

Forget it, it’s better not to interfere casually in the affairs between eldest brother and Ivey and his son.

"If you are obedient," Gin said with his eyes closed.

"I will be obedient." Aito said seriously.

"Now, get out of the car and go back." Gin opened his eyes and said.

"...Oh." Aito let go of the other party's clothes. Although his expression was aggrieved, he still got out of the car obediently.

"Goodbye Uncle Vodka, goodbye Papa." He stood outside the car and waved.

Watching the black Porsche drive away.

"You really can't see other people at all when Gin is here." The blond man said with a smile.

"Because Papa is special." Aito replied confidently.

He has never hidden this.

Gin is special to him.

"Why is he special?" Toru Amuro asked curiously.

Gin: Did he do anything that would make him special in Aviclear's heart?

"If you must say it..." The white-haired boy looked thoughtful.

Trying to find a word to describe gin.

Then he found it.

"Because Papa is my angel!" He said and nodded affirmatively.

Amuro Toru's eyes were glazed over.

Angel……

Gin…

Angel……

Avicril, do you want to reorganize the language?

Are you really serious?

There's no way the two of them, Angel and Gin, can be connected, right?!

"The book says that God sends angels to save the suffering people of the world. Papa saved me, so he must be my angel!" Aito said with certainty again.

If he hadn't met Gin at that time, where would he be now?

He's probably already dead somewhere.

Maybe he lost too much blood, maybe he froze to death, maybe he died of starvation, or some other way of death.

Without the company of his family, he died alone.

Even when Aito dies, he hopes to have his family by his side.

It is clearly stated in the book that the police are good people and will help everyone in need.

But he has never encountered it.