Ireland actively looked for topics to talk about while driving.
Avicril is a minor member, and Junerik is less than seventeen years old.
If they are four years apart, it is still possible for them to know each other.
"Friends? No, the people in the organization are family members." Aito thought and shook his head.
Junerik is family.
Morohoshi Hideki and the others are friends.
"Is the relationship good?" Ireland asked again.
"Yeah! Zhu Rui said I'm special!" Aito replied affirmatively.
"This is good." Ireland was quite pleased.
It is also necessary to have friends who are around the same age. Although ordinary people can make friends, they will always lack a little tacit understanding and adaptability. Friends from an organization... those who have been raised since childhood can still be trusted, although there will inevitably be some.
There are white-eyed wolves who betrayed midway.
But only a very small number.
Moreover, Junerik's nervousness and anxiety when he was looking for Heriga while holding Avicril in his arms were not fake.
The other party is indeed worried about Avicril.
The car drove into the garage.
"Do your eyes still hurt?" Ireland asked as he unbuckled his seat belt.
"It doesn't hurt." Aito shook his head.
Ireland somewhat suspected that Avicril said it didn't hurt in order not to worry him.
Eyes are extremely fragile organs of the human body, and they bleed so much blood. How can they not hurt?
"It really doesn't hurt, don't worry, I can't feel the pain." Aito saw Ireland's suspicious eyes and explained seriously.
"Can't you feel the pain?" Ireland's voice was low.
Are you born with painlessness? If you can't feel pain since birth, there are also people like this in the organization, but such people are usually...crazy.
They can't feel pain, so it's common for them to hurt their bodies, even if they bleed all over the floor and torture themselves to death, they don't feel it.
But if cultivated well, he will be a dead man who is not afraid of death and pain, and will not tell any secrets even if he is caught and tortured.
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But Avicril looks different from those born with painlessness.
"It's not natural." Aito shook his head.
He still felt pain before. The pain was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and his eyes would shed tears without his control. He was very confused at the time, why would he shed tears?
Then suddenly one day, he felt no pain anymore, and his eyes no longer shed uncontrollable tears.
Although you will still feel a little uncomfortable when you are pressed into the water and cannot breathe air, or when you undergo an experiment but fail.
But no matter what methods his parents used to express their love to him, or whether the researchers, uncles and aunts in the laboratory used various methods to treat him, he would no longer feel pain.
This should be something to be happy about.
"I don't know exactly when it stops hurting, but I will feel pain before that, so I'm not born without pain, right." As if he felt that the conclusion he had drawn was very correct, the young man looked up.
He raised his head and looked at Ireland expectantly.
"...You're right." Ireland touched the boy's hair.
The pain will not disappear for no reason.
It can only be what happened.
But Avril himself didn't know what happened.
He didn't want to ask anymore.
There is no need to remind Avicril of the past.
But at night, Ireland silently watched the sleeping boy for a long time.
When he turned around for a long time, he found that the stuffed bear was staring at him from behind for a long time without blinking.
After staring at each other for a while, Ireland closed her eyes and went to sleep, and the teddy bear put on the eye mask.
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Early the next morning, Miyamoto Aito went to school wearing an eye patch.
He put on another set of clothes.
Yesterday's clothes were stained with blood, so Robert had to clean them up.
But you cannot wear the same set of clothes for two consecutive days, unless they are all the same style like Papa, no matter which set you change into, they will be the same.
The weather is still a bit cold recently, and most people wearing long sleeves on the street, so Miyamoto Aito is wearing thicker clothes today, a white shirt, a gold ginkgo leaf-shaped collar clip, and a milky white v-neck.
A sweater, a khaki tie, dark brown shorts and socks.
The whole combination looks warm and soft.
Because I have an eyepatch on my left eye, I can no longer wear blind sunglasses.
The other eye was exposed.
When he walked into the classroom and sat down in his seat, Hideki Morohoshi frowned.
"Were you beaten?" Morohoshi Hideki looked at the eyepatch on his friend's left eye and the red bird logo on the eyepatch, frowned, and sounded a little questioning.
Who hit him?
Morohoshi Hideki's dark eyes were full of colors called violence and murderous intent.
But then I thought about it, Miyamoto Aito is not weak. He is a natural strong man, so it is difficult for him to be bullied.
So he probably wasn't beaten.
The hostility in Morohoshi Hideki's eyes was swept away, and he raised his eyebrows and asked: "What happened?"
"No one hit me, they just overused their eyes." Aito shook his head and explained.
"Excessive use of your eyes? Have you read too much?" Morohoshi Hideki was stunned for a moment, secretly thinking about his recent living habits.
Have breakfast, read the newspaper and read a book in the morning.
Then I practice marksmanship when I have time, and read a book before going to bed.
Could it be that he also overuses his eyes?
"It's not reading..." Aito shook his head, not knowing how to explain it.
"I don't know what to tell you, Zhuxing..." he said with a troubled expression.
"Then there's no need to say anything." Hideki Morohoshi said, supporting his chin with one hand.
"I won't force you to say something that is difficult to explain." He twirled his pen in a flamboyant manner.
"That means you'll be fine in a few days, right? And it won't hurt, right?" Morohoshi Hideki pointed at Aito's eyes with a pen and asked.
"Well, it will be fine, it won't hurt." Aito nodded and raised a smile.
Morohoshi Hideki stopped spinning the pen for a moment, lowered his head and covered his face with one hand, but his exposed parts and ears were all red.
Please put on my sunglasses!
"Hurry up, you know!" Hideki Morohoshi shouted in a low voice.
But after yelling, he felt that what he said was really unreasonable.
Miyamoto himself couldn't control his quick recovery, so it was useless for him to urge him.
So he put the newspaper he had at hand in front of Miyamoto Aito.
"Ahem, look at this." The blush on his face hadn't dissipated yet, so he deliberately changed the topic.
Miyamoto Aito glanced down.
Two newspapers, one written that the police found the bomb planted by the bomber with the help of the Silver Bullet Detective Team.
There is also an article in the corner stating that the true identity of the bomber is Japan's top architectural designer Teiji Moritani.
The styles of both articles look very similar to Tetsuya Aoyagi's.
The other one is about the murder of Reika Yotsui, the eldest lady of the Yotsui Group, on her birthday party.
The murder was solved by Mouri Kogoro.
"Is there something wrong with the newspaper?" Miyamoto Aito looked at Hideki Morohoshi and asked.