Conan's winery play house

Chapter 386 Aituo: Can we sleep together?

Aitto, who was said to be good-natured by Ireland, smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Good character = popular.

Since Uncle Ireland said that he has a good personality, he must like him.

No one praises someone they don't like.

Since you like him, you must be willing to stay by his side forever.

Sure enough, real family members are different from undercover family members.

It's still easy for the real family to like him.

Thinking of this, the boy's eyes suddenly became extremely bright, and the joy and anticipation in it almost reached the level of dazzling.

For some reason, Ireland, who was stared at by such eyes, felt a faint chill in his body.

It's strange, Aviclear's eyes are obviously happy, although Ireland doesn't know what the other party is happy about, but...

Why did he have the creepy feeling of being stared at by some monster or ferocious beast when he faced such a gaze?

You know, he wouldn't feel this way when he was stared at by lions and tigers in the wild.

Is it too enthusiastic, are you not used to it?

Ireland found a reason for itself.

It must be that Aveklear's eyes were so hot that he was not used to it.

After all, he had never been stared at by such a scorching gaze.

Feeling weird is normal.

"...It's getting late, go to bed early." Ireland stood up abruptly, as if she couldn't bear the gaze, and hurried upstairs.

He had never looked at Pisk this way before.

The gap between people is really huge.

If he had children, would his children be watching him like this?

Forget it, I always feel that that kind of gaze makes him slightly uncomfortable.

Aito looked at Ireland's back going upstairs, blinked, and looked at Daifuku.

"I think Uncle Ireland is easy to get along with," he said to Dafu.

Dafu looked up at the stairs, and Ireland was no longer visible on it, but it seemed to have seen it, turned back slowly, and nodded.

"I haven't said goodnight to Uncle Ireland yet..." the white-haired boy lowered his head and smiled, and said in a soft voice.

Light and fluffy, as if there was only a teddy bear in the audience.

……

Ireland tried hard to ignore the fresh and bright style of room decoration, and tried to get used to the bright feeling brought by the green, white and orange color scheme.

When I walked into the bathroom, I found that the bathroom was also brightly colored, and even the shower gel used was in orange packaging. The labels on it were very conspicuous, which made this ordinary thing expensive in an instant.

After unpacking the orange package, the cleaning set inside is a green bottle.

Since he entered this room, all he saw were these three colors, and there were no other extra colors.

Should he be thankful he didn't see an Irish flag in the room?

After washing up, he sat by the bed and began to organize the weapons he had brought.

A Glock 20 pistol, using [-]mm bullets, with a magazine capacity of [-] rounds, mostly used by the FBI.

A custom made Coase revolver.

Ireland feels that these two guns are still very easy to use.

In addition to the two guns, there are three grenades, three smoke grenades, and three flash grenades.

He brought two suitcases, one with two pistols, silencers and bullets, one with bombs and grenades, and even gunpowder for making bombs.

He put a suppressor on the pistol, put it under his pillow, and lay down on the bed.

Close your eyes and let yourself quickly fall into a deep sleep.

The door was knocked.

Gently, as if afraid of disturbing his knock on the door.

Through the door, I can imagine the cautious and nervous figure standing outside.

Ireland shook his head, got up with the gun in his hand, and went to open the door.

It was indeed Aviclear outside the door, not someone else.

So Ireland hid the gun behind his back.

"What happened?" Ireland looked at the boy outside the door, and noticed that he was holding a light blue pillow in his arms.

"Can I sleep with you, Uncle Ireland?" The boy hugging the pillow at the door asked expectantly.

Ireland still couldn't hold back, his expression collapsed for a moment.

"Why?" he asked.

Is it going a little too fast?Can Avikrill really sleep by his side?
Although I already knew that Aveklear was different from other minors in the organization, but wouldn't the gap be too big?

The rest of the organization are far away from each other. On the night of the first meeting, Avik Lear hugged the pillow and asked him if he could sleep together?
He had never asked Pisk that question when he was a child, and it was even less likely he would ask it when he grew up.

"In movies and TV dramas, there are often scenes where families sleep on the same bed. I want it too, but it's a pity that you don't have a wife, uncle Ireland, otherwise I can sleep among you..." Aveklear's tone was natural, with a smile on his face. explained with a smile.

Papa also doesn't have a wife and doesn't sleep in the same bed as him.

Brother Tou also disagreed, and the undercover family members he met before did not agree either.

Because their rooms have their own secrets.

So he only saw this scene on TV.

He wanted to have what other families would do.

Ireland fell silent in the face of the boy who explained earnestly.

He didn't know how to answer the other party, why he didn't have a wife, and...

Should Avik Lear come in or not?

But... Is Aveklear's parents dead too?
It seems that no trace of other people has been observed.

"You...don't have parents too?" Ireland asked.

"Yes, but I forgot about them, and Mom and Dad died four years ago." The white-haired boy replied crisply.

His biological parents disappeared together with his memory, and the "mom and dad" who had raised him for nearly three years died the night he left the room four years ago.

But he still has parents, otherwise he would not have been born.

Everyone in the world has parents.

Ireland is a little puzzled, the forgetting and dying that Avik Lear said...

It's not like they're talking about the same person.

Parents are dead, who is forgotten?

I feel that what Avik Lear said is somewhat incomprehensible.

However, it should be correct to understand according to the death of both parents.

as same as him.

Parents died four years ago, the organization you joined after that?

"Then who is your guardian member in the organization?" Ireland asked, changing the subject.

Underage code members have guardian members.

Under the rules for the protection of minors, it is necessary for guardianship members to protect minors until they become adults.

The age of majority for an organization is 16 years.

Avik Lear was only 12 years old, and was eight years ago four years ago, and there must have been guardian members.

"Papa's code name is Gin." Aitto said.

Ireland gave up the idea of ​​continuing to press.

It's gin, that's all right.

Of course, it is impossible for Gin to show Avek Leer what is fatherly love and what is warmth.

Of course, it was impossible for Avik Lear to sleep in his bed.

No one ever went into Gin's safe house.

The guardianship members are the underage members of Gin, which Ireland remembers Shirley as, but not two years ago.

Because Shirley turned sixteen at that time, she no longer needed guardianship members.

And Shirley is said to avoid gin.

Somehow, Gin's failure as a member of the Guardianship can be seen.

"Are you armed?" Ireland asked.

"No." Aito shook his head.

"...Come in." Ireland glanced at Avik Lear for a while, and stepped out of the way.

He would never let a man with a weapon into his room.

Fortunately, Avik Lear is conscious enough.

　Ai Tuo: Complimenting me must mean that you like me, if you like me, you must be willing to stay forever, great!

　　Ireland:? ? ? ?Is it too late to take back your compliments quickly?

　　Gin: Oh/sneer.jpg
　　
　
(End of this chapter)