"I see." Ato's words nodded earnestly.

Taking medicine affects physical development = taking medicine will not grow high.

Forget it.

Whether he recognizes the date or not has no effect on him, but if he is not tall......

No!

Everything that will affect his height is a little further away from him!

He drank the milk from the cup with a serious look in his eyes and brushed a thick layer of chocolate sauce on top of the toast.

I ate it without changing color.

After that, I went to the fridge and got two more cakes.

"Eating so many sweets in the morning, really won't you get tired?" Amuro asked as he watched from the side.

"It's okay, I can make sweets a staple for three meals a day!" The white-haired boy ate the cake, smiled and bent his eyes, and spoke confidently and proudly.

Toru Amuro: ...... No, it's not something to be proud of.

He looked at the other party's childish appearance, and a ethereal sigh seemed to sound in his heart.

I also strengthened my determination.

He didn't want the other kids in Japan to be like Avi Crell anymore, because of a mental state problem and the organization being taken advantage of.

Or maybe it's Avi Clear's mental problems caused by the organization.

After all, Glenlevy and Tita are both members of the Order.

Amuro ate his breakfast absentmindedly and quickly.

For the food he cooks, he can still eat it with confidence.

That's why he got up early in the morning to cook and decided to come back early every afternoon to cook.

Didn't want Avi Clear to come into the kitchen.

He really didn't dare to eat what Avi Crell made, and every time he ate it with the determination that he might die.

Avi Clear has an obsessive attachment to his family and growing taller, and loves sweets.

Parents were codename researchers for the organization......

He wrote a message to Avi Crell in his heart.

All kinds of information about the other party that have been observed so far have been recorded.

After breakfast, put away the utensils and take them into the kitchen to be washed.

Miyamoto Ito, along with Daifuku, sat on the sofa in the living room and turned on the TV.

It's news again.

Each channel is a news program.

News about the assassination of An Shuang and Kusan, news about the bombing of the Toyo powder magazine last night.

"According to the intelligence, we learned that the criminal who blew up the Toyo powder magazine last night, killing more than 500 people and injuring more than 2,000 people, is a criminal from the top of the FBI wanted list in the United States - the white ghost."

"Last night's call from an unknown number that all Tokyo residents received was also done by a white ghost."

"We still don't know why the white ghost came to Japan or why he committed such a heinous crime."

"I believe that our police will not let us down, and they will definitely be able to arrest the white ghost soon......" The reporter of the TV station reported seriously.

"Wait, what are you talking about? What if the police can't do it? You idiot, cut it out! There was a roar from behind the camera.

So the report was interrupted and turned into a black screen.

"It's all news......" Aitto switched a few more channels.

Without exception, the content is those two.

"After all, those two are indeed big news." The blonde man washes the dishes and walks out of the kitchen.

The sleeves of the white shirt were rolled up, revealing the arms.

He sat on the couch next to him, staring at the news with uncertain eyes.

He also heard the explosion last night.

But because Avi Clear lived upstairs, he didn't go out to investigate.

Just standing on the balcony and watching the faint light of the fire in the distant sky.

It wasn't until he heard the news that he didn't know that the explosion last night had caused so many deaths and injuries.

It's Mr. An Shuang and Mr. Retreat again, and it's the Oriental powder magazine that was blown up......

How long did this group of lawless criminals want to be presumptuous in his Japan?

Isn't it good for the white ghost to be honest in the United States?!

Just let those FBIs give them a headache!

Why did you come to harm Japan!

"Yes, it seems to be a little bigger than the one in New York." Aitto nodded.

He got more emotion this time than he did in New York.

Maybe it's because Tokyo has a larger population than New York.

"I really want to meet the white ghost." Amuro said in a tone full of anticipation on the side.

The white ghost had better pray not to meet himself, or else ......

Maybe I'll shoot the other party directly because they are arrested.

Ah, that's not right, the white ghost met Bourbon, who was a member of an international criminal organization, saw the other party unpleasantly, so he killed the other party or something......

Isn't it normal?

What does this have to do with arrests?

"There are a lot of people who want to know the white ghost." Aitto said with a smile.

But the identity of the white ghost cannot be revealed.

Papa said so, and so did Uncle Boss.

No one else but them can tell.

"Why does Brother Tou want to get to know each other?" The boy asked curiously and expectantly.

Praise me, praise me! Praise me!

To praise the white ghost is to praise me!

It's okay if you don't know I'm a white ghost!

"I feel like the other party is a good fit to join the organization." The blonde man's smile was inexplicably flamboyant and malevolent.

"Isn't such a criminal who disregards human life and defies the rules exactly the style of organizing everyone?" His voice was raised, as if he were very happy and haughty.

"It's a pity that I don't know each other, otherwise if the other party joins the organization, it must not be long before he can get the code name." But suddenly his voice was low.

It's like feeling sorry for the organization to miss out on a good member.

"That's right." Aitto nodded.

His style is really the same as everyone else!

This is a family!

And it's not a pity, he's a member of the organization.

It's a pity that I can't tell Brother Tho.

"I still have some business, I'll be back before dinner, do you have anything you want to eat?" Amuro put down his rolled up sleeves, stood up, took off his coat from the coat rack next to him, and asked the boy on the couch.

"Is it okay to have desserts?" Aitto asked, looking at him expectantly.

"Maybe?" The blonde man thought for a moment and said deliberately uncertainly.

"I want to eat Kikufu! Matcha flavored! Aitto said without hesitation.

"Then you can look forward to it, maybe I'll bring it when I come back in the afternoon." The blonde man straightened his clothes, waved his hand, and walked out the door nonchalantly with a smile.

"You can eat Kijiufu in the afternoon, Daifuku." Aitor lay on the couch and rolled over.

Of course, Amuro will bring it to him.

It's like every time PAPA says it's impossible, there's no next time, are you kidding? The expression on his face was also very cold, but the other party did everything that Aito proposed.

Sure enough, I still like Papa the most.

The boy rolled over again.

Big Bear was ready to reach out to stop the boy from falling off the couch.

But that didn't happen.

Aito rested his head on Daifuku's lap and blinked at the crystal chandelier that had been hanging from the top of the building.

"Good ......"

Now that you've said hello, reward yourself for playing a game!