The bullet did not hit Aito, but was pinched by his index finger and thumb before that.
Uncle Bronx looked at him as if he were looking at a monster.
"Did my question make you unhappy? I'm sorry, please forgive me." Aito dropped the bullet in his hand and said in an aggrieved tone.
Bronx's expression looked more like looking at a monster, or...
It's like looking at a devil in human skin.
Gritting his teeth, he rushed towards the young man and fired again without hesitation.
"Would it make you happy if you hit me?" the boy said, standing motionless and letting the bullet hit his body.
"Can you forgive me now? Uncle Bronx." He didn't pay attention to the blood stained where he was shot, as if he couldn't feel the pain. He just asked Bronx persistently.
Bronx didn't answer, but the hand holding the gun was shaking uncontrollably.
Under his expressionless gaze, the young man shed tears silently.
The pale blue eyes are like overflowing lakes, and also like expensive gems.
But at this moment the gem melted.
Big tears rolled down his cheeks.
He cried like a wounded animal, silently, and looked extremely fragile, as if he would die from excessive grief in the next second.
The Bronx still didn't respond.
The boy who had been crying for a while stopped crying when he saw this and wiped away his tears with an expressionless face.
"Well, it seems that you won't forgive me, Uncle Bronx." He said this, losing all visible emotions on his face.
The next moment, the figure disappeared in front of Bronx and appeared behind him.
One hand of the young man held a bloody sharp blade, and the other hand held a human head with expressionless face and eyes open.
The headless body behind him suddenly fell to the ground.
The incision is smooth and neat.
Bronx didn't realize that he had been beheaded until he died, so the expression on his face didn't look ferocious.
"Although Uncle Bronx will never forgive me, but...are you willing to stay with me?" The young man held the head, his blue eyes focused, and his tone was gentle.
Bronx's soul gave him a complicated look.
He shook his head and disappeared into the world.
Aito held the head and was silent. The blood from the head and the blood from the bullet wound on his body almost stained the entire front of his clothes red.
He let go of his hand, and the head rolled to the ground.
"I originally wanted to get forgiveness from Uncle Bronx before he died and make him willing to stay..."
"Are you actually unwilling to forgive me even after you die?"
"I just asked what kind of death the undercover wanted. I never said that Uncle Bronx was an undercover agent, and that uncle didn't give me an order to kill Uncle Bronx."
"Uncle Bronx is obviously too impulsive."
There was no need to die.
But if you shoot him, there's nothing you can do.
"Oops, my clothes are stained..." He held the bloody knife and looked down at the clothes on his body with a troubled tone.
Any word or reaction can trigger impulses among the undercover family members.
so……
From then on Aito became more careful with his family.
After all, we can't irritate the undercover family members.
Aito looked at Toru Amuro intently while recalling what happened not long ago.
"Ah, I've already been there and passed the interview. If nothing happens, I can go work there tomorrow." Toru Amuro said calmly.
He investigated Poirot Cafe and found nothing wrong. The owner's information was also that of ordinary people.
Even after meeting the shop owner in person, I had to admit that he was indeed an ordinary person.
so……
Did Avicril simply find him a lighter part-time job?
"That's great! Brother Tohru, you can relax a little bit now." The white-haired boy looked happy for Toru Amuro, and the joy in his tone was undisguised.
"...Hmm." Toru Amuro said after being silent for a moment.
Avril...
Have you forgotten that you are also a code member of the organization?
There is no shortage of money, and the part-time job is just to hide my identity.
Why do you sincerely think that it will be easier if you find a part-time job...
Which hospital did Avicril receive treatment at? Dean Qingshan...
Mental hospital, the director named Qingshan.
Let's look for it then.
Let's see if we can get Avicril's diagnosis certificate.
Then you know what the other person's illness is.
Tohru Amuro always felt that the other party not only had temporal cognitive impairment, but might also have some other illnesses.
It's just that he is not a professional psychiatrist after all, so he cannot give an accurate judgment.
"When you're done eating, I'm going to wash the dishes and go upstairs to bed early." Toru Amuro stood up and said.
"Yeah!" The white-haired boy nodded repeatedly.
His expression looked a little hesitant and hesitant to speak.
Toru Amuro looked at the obvious emotional expression on the other person's face and frowned.
Here we go again, this... feeling of disharmony.
It is too easy to read emotions, except that the other party really does not hide their emotions, there is another possibility.
It means the other party is deliberately trying to make you understand.
And as a member of a criminal organization who takes disguise so seriously, Avicril is obviously not a fool who doesn't know how to hide his emotions.
so……
The other party showed it deliberately.
"Is there anything else?" the man with light blond hair asked calmly.
"Can you touch me?" the white-haired boy asked with his pale blue eyes open.
Toru Amuro:?
What is Avicril talking about?
"Touch me, like Dafu." The white-haired boy raised a bright smile.
Dafu raised his hand and touched the boy's hair in cooperation.
"That's it!" Aito looked at Toru Amuro expectantly.
When Toru Amuro raised his hand, Aito raised his head expectantly. When Toru Amuro put his hand down, he also lowered his head.
Toru Amuro felt like laughing for no reason.
this is not……
Is it exactly like the dog he raised named Haro?
So he put his hand on the young man's snow-white fluffy hair and stroked his head with the skillful technique of petting a dog.
"Okay, let's go upstairs." After touching him, he also used a perfunctory tone to deal with the boy.
"Well! Good night, Brother Tou!" Aito rubbed the other person's palm with his hair, raised his head and said with a smile.
Then he led Dafu upstairs.
Toru Amuro watched the figures of one person and one bear disappear into the stairwell, put away the dishes and walked into the kitchen, washing the dishes with an expressionless face.
So...is Avicrel a dog breed?
if it is like this……
There seem to be many ways to train dogs.
Can I...raise Avicril as my own dog?
Just like Harrow.
When it comes to becoming the owner of Avicril, which one is more important, the owner or the so-called father?
Amuro Toru thought with dark eyes.
…
"Very good. Brother Tou is now willing to touch my head. This means that our relationship is one step closer. The next step is to get him used to touching my head. The next goal is to hug, and then to tell bedtime stories.
..." Aito sat on the bed and talked to Dafu and Cookie.
"Do you need a goodnight kiss? Or should we sleep together?" he thought with a confused tone.
But he is already a big child, so he probably doesn't need these anymore.
"Bedtime stories should be enough. This already means that the relationship between us is very good." He nodded confidently.
In this way, Brother Tou will definitely be willing to stay with him after his death!
Thinking of this, the young man's blue eyes became brighter and brighter, filled with the light of gentle expectation.
The small pure white paper figures neatly placed beside the pillow also had empty eyes open and grinned.
On one of the little paper figures, [Bourbon]’s English is particularly colorful.
In other novels, Touko is the protagonist's dog, and so is Kaa next door. I won't write it like that in this one, just be the owner, Touko, come on, I'll give you a chance, you can make the decision yourself.
PS: The assistant is from Bourbon... Have you forgotten that Aito asked the other person to go to Poirot for an interview?