[Conan] My years at the winery

This is a parallel world where Zhenzi is older than Gin by an unknown age (others such as Renye Karasuma, [Blood Race] and game system settings remain unchanged).

After knowing what I've been through, it took me less than three years to kill Renya Karasuma and take over by myself.

And now, the girl sitting opposite me is the actress Sharon Wynyard who was invited here by the dead Renye Karasuma, who just made a big splash in Hollywood.

I know Karasuma Renye wants to introduce her into the organization, and Sharon, Wynyard was originally one of the members trained by the organization.

But I'm not interested in her.

Therefore, Karasuma Renye's promises and threats to the girl were all voided by me.

The girl was a little surprised and a little disappointed, but I didn't care. I left the restaurant, didn't get in the car, but walked slowly on the street.

The United States in the 80s and 21s, for a Chinese who lived in the [-]st century in my previous life, undoubtedly has some retro charm.

Just when I was thinking about how to slowly clean up the organization and other illegal organizations under Renye Karasuma, I saw a small figure with long golden hair running towards me, chasing after me. looking at several angry adults.

Then the little gray-faced figure rushed towards me, hugged my thigh, and yelled at me, Daddy.

I:……………………

Why did I suddenly have an extra son?

I looked at the child who was holding my thigh, who looked dirty, but had a head of dazzling long blond hair and a pair of green eyes.

Good-looking...... I am good-looking, but biologically speaking, I am a person with black hair and black eyes, so it is impossible for me to have such a baby.

Unless it's me who is born with a green hat and wants to be a father.

The three adults chasing the child also stopped in front of me. Although racial discrimination in the United States is serious at this time, these three adults are not blind, so they can tell that the other party is well-dressed. It is a typical fat sheep.

However, such rich people are not something they can afford.

"You are the father of this kid, right?" A man said to me with a ferocious expression, "He stole food from our store and broke tools in the store. You have to pay us for it."

In fact, the other party can also see that I can't be the father of this child, no matter in terms of biology or economics (I am so rich, my cub can't steal food), but the other party can only beat the child if he catches the child , but if it is caught that I am the father of the child, and I show kindness, I may be able to get a generous compensation.

I:……………………

Do I look so taken advantage of?

Well, I really am.

Seeing that I got rid of those three adults with enough money that was equivalent to half a year's wages of ordinary people at that time, the kid who was still holding on to my thigh wanted to slip away immediately.

I:……………………

Does this kid really take me for a fool?

So I made it a matter of course, and mentioned the child I spent money on to the real estate I settled in the United States.

It was the first time for Kurosawa to ride in an extended luxury car, and it was also the first time to enter the legendary rich area. Finally, it was the first time that he saw himself in the mirror like a young master after putting on a small suit. .

He was a little overwhelmed.

The room for storing clothes here is four or five times larger than the small shack he used to live in, not to mention all these seemingly expensive things.

This is not a place for him to come.

Why did that man bring him here?

Is this the man's home?

Kurosawa was very puzzled. He didn't know how to face the man he called Dad when he met him. Although, he had imagined that he had a rich father and a gentle mother on many nights, but Kurosawa can still distinguish between fantasy and reality.

However, the growling of his stomach interrupted his thinking.

A maid came over, called him young master respectfully, and brought him to the restaurant in front of that man.

It was the first time he was treated with such respect.

How many did he have today, the first time in his life?

I looked at the child brought over by the maid, and was a little surprised.

The other party was not as pale, emaciated and malnourished as I imagined. On the contrary, after washing and putting on decent clothes, it was as if he had been raised by someone who had really raised him.

Obviously, even though this child was born in a slum, he didn't starve himself, and he was even physically fit, otherwise he wouldn't be able to support this small suit.

This made me think of the heroic deeds of children stealing things and being chased by several adults and running a few miles away.

However, the child looked very nervous, but he still worked hard to tighten his little face.

She was already good-looking, but with such a performance, she was even more adorable.

(Note here, although Zhenzi looks like a dog, he is not so beastly that he looks like a child, he only thinks the child is cute)

Well, originally I just wanted to raise them first and throw them away in a large orphanage (the base for newborns), but…………………

It's so cute, you can raise it yourself.

Anyway, even if you don't want to raise him that day, you can throw him to the newborn base again.

Kurosawa didn't expect that he just called the other party father, and the other party actually raised him as a child.

This is really………………………………………………………………………………….

Except for hair color and eye color (after all, Kurosawa Jin never thought that his father would be double black, after all he is blond and blue-eyed), this man almost fulfilled all his fantasies about his father.

He is handsome and gentle, rich and powerful, and treats him too well. Except for the occasional time when he is so busy that he can't see anyone, Kurosawa can't find any faults in the other party.

He put on the school uniform of the aristocratic private school that he thought he could not wear. Hearing the praise and admiration from his teachers and classmates, he felt elated.

It's hard to imagine that three months ago, he was still living in a slum, called a bastard, and sometimes rummaged through garbage to eat.

When he was in the slums, Kurosawa Jin was a fierce and assertive child.

He knew that everything he had now was given by that man, and he couldn't refuse and didn't want to refuse.

When I got home, the man wasn't there again.

Kurosawa was a little unhappy.

He did his homework, took lessons from a private tutor, and ate dinner as usual.

Then to the study.

If the man was there, he should be sitting on the chair behind the desk by now, looking at something he still can't understand.

Kurosawa took that seat.

He saw a gun.

A gun that hadn't been there the last time he was here, but was on the back of the file this time around.

A fistful, M9.

After Kurosawa saw it, he didn't know why, but he liked it very much.

But he didn't move, until the next day, when the man came back, he asked the man for it.

The man gave him the gun and taught him how to use it.

Kurosawa couldn't help laughing, and quickly restrained himself.

He liked the man, and he liked the gun.

He seems to have found a place where he can help this man.

He wanted to be the gun in this man's hand.

In that case, it should be very good.