Chapter 14 Gin: Impossible to be free in this life
Chapter 14 Gin: I can’t be free in this life
"It feels like these sunglasses want me to perform on the street..." Aito said while looking at the system introduction and touching the cookie.
He doesn't have any feelings about street performance, but if he thinks so about sunglasses, he might as well try them.
"But if you're a street performer, what should you perform?" Aito thought about the skills he knew.
Violin, piano, shakuhachi...
If it is taken outside to perform, it can only be something more portable such as a violin or shakuhachi.
As for the piano...
The grand piano at home weighs about 800 kilograms.
Normal people shouldn't be able to move it around casually, right?
So I still exclude this option.
"! You should see what other street performers are doing." He thought as if he had an epiphany.
"These existences should be most common in amusement parks..." Miyamoto Aito thought for a moment.
But does he want to go to the amusement park alone?
Of course it’s impossible!
Of course I want to go with my family!
But when there is a papa, Sister Mingmei and others are not willing to get involved, and others are not willing to get close to papa.
It seems that I can only play with Papa and Uncle Vodka by myself.
After all, no matter what, Papa is the most important family member.
And it's the first family.
"Quick, Cookie, look for the taste of Papa, let's go find him." He patted Cookie's head and said.
Cookie moved its black nose in a decent manner and stretched out its front paws in one direction.
Aito was not surprised why a dog made of paper could smell.
Isn’t it normal for dogs to be able to smell?
He just increased the speed of his feet and ran towards the place pointed by the cookie.
It disappeared in an instant.
…
"Did you find the information?" Gin was in a house, wearing gloves and rummaging through the surrounding cabinets.
There was a corpse lying not far from his feet, and two more bodies further away.
"I can't find it, brother, I don't know where they are hiding..." Vodka said as he rummaged around.
The man with long silver hair looked around at the bookshelf.
Then he pulled out a book seemingly at random and opened it.
"No need to look for it, just burn all these books." He sneered as he flipped through the books.
"Okay, brother." Vodka asked without saying a word.
"Come out." Suddenly Gin looked at the window sill aside.
"Who is it?" Vodka held the gun tightly in his hand and pointed it at the window sill.
"Do you need me to go over and pick you out?" Gin didn't show a fearful expression like Vodka, but curled up his lips and smiled.
With Gin's attitude, Vodka also put down his gun.
The person coming should not be an enemy.
Otherwise, eldest brother wouldn't have such an expression.
"Papa." The white-haired boy stuck his head out, smiling brightly.
"Avi, why are you here?" Vodka sounded surprised.
"Because I have something to talk to you about..." The young man walked in from the window with a smile.
Turning a blind eye to the corpse on the ground and the ferocious expression of the soul that was about to drift away, he stepped over the corpse and came to Gin.
"Let's go to the amusement park together, the three of us, with cookies." He pulled on Gin's sleeve and said expectantly.
"Cookies? Did Avi make dessert?" Vodka asked blankly.
The desserts made by Ivey still taste very good.
"It's not a dessert, but its name is Cookie. It's the dog I brought back yesterday." Miyamoto Aito touched the Shiba Inu on his shoulder and gestured.
Vodka showed a horrified expression.
"Is that so? Hahahaha..." He looked at the dog on the boy's shoulder.
It is no longer the pure white and weird paper man of yesterday.
But colored paper...dog?
The dull black eyes, the upturned and cracked mouth, and the bright brush coloring all reveal the texture of paper at a glance.
Vodka: It feels even scarier...
"Want to touch it?" Aito held the cookie and handed it to Vodka.
Vodka suddenly revealed its mask of pain.
To touch...or not to touch?
If you don’t touch it, you feel sorry for Ivy’s enthusiasm. If you touch it, you feel sorry for your own soul.
"It's good, it's good..." He stretched out his hand stiffly, touched the cookie lightly, and immediately retracted his hand, then said with a forced smile.
"Papa——" Aito held the cookie in front of Gin again.
Gin looked down at the Shiba Inu in the opponent's palm, which was ugly to a new level and had a weird smile, and stretched out his hand to touch it with an expressionless expression.
"It's cute, isn't it? Let's go to the amusement park together!" Aito looked even more expectant when he saw Gin touching the cookie.
"I don't have time to play house with you, Ivy." The man with long silver hair showed a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Shouldn't you talk to Shirley and the others about this kind of thing? They will be happy to play house with you." He said in a particularly mocking tone.
"But than with them, I want to play with you guys more, Papa." The white-haired boy pursed his lips and explained.
"Papa, you are more important than them." His tone was serious and firm.
Gin:……
Who asked this? Who cares?
Did this kid Ivy lose his brain by playing house?
"Brother is very busy with tasks every day, so don't bother him, Ivy." Vodka advised from the side.
"Isn't it possible?" The boy with white hair and blue eyes stared at Gin, his face full of grievance, as if he was going to start crying in the next second.
Gin:……
"There's no point crying, I said I don't have time..." The man with long silver hair took a deep breath.
I saw the boy shed tears in a second, and started crying when he opened his mouth.
"Are you some kind of three-year-old kid who cries when he doesn't get something?" Gin's eyes were filled with confusion.
"I just want to play with you..." Aito wiped his tears and continued crying.
"Stop crying." Gin warned coldly.
So does vodka, so does Ivy.
Where did you learn the trick?
Just cry?
"Promise me." Aito tugged on Gin's clothes and used the mode of not giving up until the goal was achieved.
"If you have time." Gin closed his eyes and refused to look at the other person's expression, speaking indifferently.
I have time, oh, I will never have this day.
"Okay!" Aito smiled immediately, and his tears disappeared instantly.
The book says that using this method of coquettishness on your elders really works!
Papa agreed to take him to the amusement park!
"Do you need my help with the mission?" He asked proactively.
"What do you think I need your help with?" Gin asked jokingly with a smile.
"You can leave." He didn't want to hear Ivy's unexpected answer, so he urged him to leave.
"Okay." Aito nodded.
The head of the family always cares about face. Doesn't it disrespect Papa's dignity to ask this question?
Let’s ask in a different way next time.
Well, like the book says, be a little more tactful.
While Aito was thinking this, he jumped over the corpse, came to the window sill again, and jumped off the window sill.
"Brother...this is...the twenty-sixth floor, right?" Vodka watched helplessly as the other party jumped down, and looked at Gin with a look of horror on his face.
"What? Do you think that kid is committing suicide? He won't do that kind of thing." Gin said with an incomprehensible smile.
Vodka rushed to the window sill and lowered his head to look.
I happened to see the young man wearing a sweatshirt and hat land gracefully without making any sound.
"Bye-" The other party even waved towards him.
Vodka: Ivey... is so strong.
"This brat is number one on the FBI's most wanted list." Gin also walked to the window sill and looked at the boy's disappearing figure with deep eyes.
"The FBI codename for him is White Ghost." Gin smiled meaningfully, as if he was very satisfied.
There have been dozens of terrorist bombings in the United States, causing tens of thousands of casualties, but no trace of the other party could be found at the crime scene.
Even the surveillance camera cannot capture the other party's figure, and the other party in the surveillance screen is always a blurry white shadow.
It seems like a ghost or apparition that cannot be captured by human technology.
Hence the codename.
White ghost, or white ghost.
White ghost.
PS: I don’t know if you can see that Aito is a person with [no moral values], [no empathy], [and no sense of shame], um... mental illness?
So he [has no sense of distance]/emphasis!
Can he talk about straight shots in a serious manner? He looks like a natural type? He will rub his head when he is touched, and he will stick to you, but it will not affect him from killing you (?
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The FBI never dreamed that they would not be able to catch him, and that the most frightening wanted criminal was actually a cutie who would go to the amusement park with Gin, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.
PS: Everyone, please ask me what I think about triple-opening and double-opening! I just want to say... I will never do it again in my next life. Can you lend me a few livers? The doctor said my liver is not good.