Conan's winery play house

Chapter 588 What a scumbag

This man is not Aveklear.

Kiel was shocked by the news.

Where is Aveklear then?
The address given by Whiskey is here, that is to say, this man lives with Avik Lear?
What is their relationship?
Speaking of which, the lip marks on the other party's body must have been left by Avik Lear, right?
Kiel glanced at the traces on the opponent's body without any trace.

That messy lip print doesn't look like it was left by a single person.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a trace that can only be formed by hugging left and right.

"What are you looking at?" The corners of the beige-haired man's mouth slightly raised. He obviously didn't do anything, but his eyes and smile gave people the illusion of being molested.

"Oh, these..." He also looked down at himself, and when he saw his crumpled shirt full of wine smell and lipstick marks, his expression became somewhat clear.

He casually patted the folds of his shirt and said, "They're all adults, you should understand, right?"

Ha ha.

Understand you're a playboy?

Keel was speechless.

"Where's Avik Lear?" She didn't bother to talk to someone who was not the target of the mission, so she asked directly.

"Don't worry, we'll see you soon." Playboy Toru Miyamoto clapped his hands.

"Robert, open the curtains, turn on the air filtration system, and notify Ivy to go downstairs, and a guest has arrived." He sat on the spot and shouted.

Who is Robert?

Before Keel could ask a question, a chubby robot that looked like a trash can rolled out.

"Robert received—" The face of the LCD screen was an expression composed of green data.

The curtains opened automatically, the windows were not open, but the curtains swayed slightly without wind.

It should be the cause of the air filtration system.

Fully machine automatic home?
Keir, who had seen the world, was a little surprised at best, but not shocked.

This is rare, but not without it.

As for that robot...it doesn't seem to be too special at the moment.

At most, one can sigh with emotion, Aviclear's living standard is quite high, after all, such a home costs a lot of money.

One wants to send someone to monitor Aveklear, but treat Avekleel so well?

And... the mission given by Whiskey was just to monitor, and it didn't even say what to do if there was really a problem with Aveklear.

It seems that Aveklear's value is very high.

A higher value often means knowing more.

It was rare for Kiel to be a little curious about the mission goal.

And that curiosity culminated in seeing Aveklear himself.

It's not that Aveklear is... shocking.

If I have to say it, it is more unbelievable.

Keir's gaze fell on the figure slowly descending the stairs.

Is that one?one?The very big teddy bear is about the same height as Toru Miyamoto by visual inspection, and looks slightly taller than Toru Miyamoto because of the hat.

There are two black eyeballs embedded in the face of the milky white doll bear, which are probably made of plastic glass and reflect light.

Wearing a black coat and a green turtleneck inside.

With that hat, this set really looks more and more familiar.

Who can wear the same clothes as gin for a doll bear?Are you crazy?
And that bear can move on its own, with a boy in its arms?Or boy?

I feel that it is not against harmony to use these two names to refer to each other.

The other party was wearing a white shirt, with a white bandage wrapped around his neck, and a bandage wrapped around his palm, with only one or two knuckles exposed.

There are medical cotton cloths on the knees.

His white complexion blends in with the white shirt on his body, and he wears a pair of black sunglasses even indoors.

The hair is also white, different white from Miyamoto Toru, soft white like snowflakes and clouds.

The limbs are slender, and the appearance is immature, in the early ten years old.

and so……

Is Aveklear the bear, or the... underage?

Logically speaking, a code member should be at least... an individual.

and so……

Kiel looked at the bandaged boy, whose body was visible to the naked eye and was full of frailty and fragility.

Avik Lear...is that so?
"Ivy, the person watching you is here." Toru Miyamoto, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his hand, confirming Keir's guess.

That young man who is so weak that he seems to be broken at the touch of a touch is the one who has a very good relationship with a certain base wine in the organization's entertainment section... Avik Lear.

It's just that it wasn't mentioned in the post that the other party was a scientific research genius who obtained a code name when he was underage.

No wonder the value is high.

Young talent is always worth paying more to develop.

"It's her, the code name of the organization is Kiel. Anyway, I don't know a few members of the code name. I'll leave it to you to deal with it. I'll go back and catch up on sleep." Toru Miyamoto stood up while pointing to Kiel.

"It has nothing to do with me" and "Don't bother me" are written all over his body.

No matter how you look at it, it's unreliable.

How can a normal adult let a child deal with an adult.

"Okay, Brother Che, I see." The boy who was hugged by the doll bear all the way, and finally put it carefully on the sofa nodded, with a soft and cute voice.

"Good boy." Toru Miyamoto stroked the boy's hair in a good mood, then turned and left.

He didn't take two steps but turned around and returned to the original place.

"By the way, I seemed to spend a lot of money in a daze last night, and I ran out of money. Transfer some money to me." Standing in front of the boy, he stretched out his hand confidently.

An adult in his twenties stretched out his hand to ask a teenager in his early teens for money, with such a confident attitude.

If she wasn't working as an undercover agent at this moment, she would have called the police to arrest this dead scum.

Keir stared at Toru Miyamoto indifferently.

The image of the first meeting came out like this - trash, incompetent, playboy, scum who only knows how to eat, drink and play, and asks minors for money.

"How much?" Aituo asked naturally.

Regardless of whether he is performing or not, as long as Brother Che asks him for it, he will give it.

"Let's think about it... 1000 million... No, it's still [-] million..." The off-white-haired man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

It seems to be really thinking about how much it should cost.

Avik Lear has drawn out a golden card.

"No way, just give me your card. Anyway, you don't have anything to spend money on, and those people won't let you play." Toru Miyamoto didn't bother to struggle any longer, and simply reached out and took the card away.

"As your good brother, I'll play for you." He said with a look of being good for Aveklear.

Pretentious attitude.

What a, downright, hopeless... scum.

"After all, you earn so much money for the organization, if there is no place to spend it, it will be wasted."

"Let's go." Toru Miyamoto held the gold card between his index finger and middle finger, and walked upstairs in a loose posture.

Keir looked at Aveklear, ready to find a topic to chat and get some news.

Miyamoto Toru, however, pressed his upper body on the handrail of the stairs, looked down from a high position, and asked with a serious smile:
"By the way, Miss Keir, do you want to have a drink tonight?"

Keel: ...

Dead scum.

"No need." She refused coldly.

　Gere: Good scumbag.

　　Bourbon: I had a great time playing it.

　　PS: I really want to open a new hole, laughing to death, I really don’t like to write emotional dramas, but fortunately Xiaolan’s book is just for fun, I prefer to write fun people without CP——

　　New protagonists and new stories are needed to stimulate my desire to code.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)