"It's all ready, let's go up." Miyamoto took off his gloves and protective glasses, took off his lab coat, and hung them up again.

Then he took the initiative to take Amuro's hand, and his face was full of close expressions.

Amuro, who has accepted the other party's closeness more than once or twice, has been able to control his instinctive reactions.

At least......

The body will not stiffen anymore.

He watched meaninglessly, the white-haired young man holding him in one hand and the white bear in the other, walking out of the research room like an ordinary family.

Walk through the hallway, take the elevator, and back to the first floor.

"In order to make these props today, I haven't had time to practice yet." Ato let go of the hand that was holding Amuro.

"It's still too late to practice." The blonde man raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly.

"Then I'll go first, by the way, Brother Tou, do you have any tunes you want to hear?" Aito led Daifuku and ran up the stairs, suddenly stopped running again, and stood on the stairs and asked.

"I don't have the cells to appreciate music, and whatever you play will be good for me." The light-blond-haired man said with a smile.

It's as if he's sincerely praising the other party for playing anything.

To put it another way, it can also be said to be blatantly perfunctory.

He looked at the teenager on the stairs, waiting for the other man's reaction.

"Well, I see!" The white-haired boy seemed to have no idea what he meant perfunctory, and nodded with a bright smile.

Then he led the white bear and continued to walk towards the piano room.

Amuro withdrew his gaze and looked at his white-gloved hands.

Sure enough, Avikril didn't react at all.

The other party can't seem to understand these roundabouts.

Even if you sometimes say it directly, the other party may not understand it very well.

Is it because of mental problems that cause the way of thinking to be different from normal people?

What should I do?

He listened to the sound of the piano coming from upstairs, and his blue eyes were dark.

Can't send anyone to spy on Avi Creel.

It's too dangerous.

He picked up the dishes that had been placed at the door and went to the kitchen, thinking absentmindedly as he cooked.

Some more intelligence came to mind.

He investigated the so-called Miyamoto couple's house.

No progress has been made.

Except for the old woman who had chatted with him a few words, no one else knew anything else.

Maybe......

Maybe he'll need to find a time to dive in for himself.

He wanted to see what secrets were hidden in the house that was said to be uninhabited, but the white camellia in the courtyard was extraordinarily beautiful.

Maybe it's to take care of the teenager who is practicing the piano upstairs, and Amuro's meal is made very slowly.

I did it for two hours.

Until the sound of the piano upstairs stopped, replaced by the sound of the violin, and after the violin also stopped.

He's just getting the finishing touches.

After hearing the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs with a thump, he quickened the finishing touches.

So when Aito and Daifuku just walked to the table, Amuro Toru also happened to come out with the prepared food.

"Brother Tol-" The white-haired boy and the milk-white bear sat side by side at the dining table, and when they saw Amuro Toru coming, they all looked at him.

A person and a bear have an inexplicable feeling of being well-behaved.

Clever......

Amuro looked at the white-haired boy sitting with his hands on his lap, and then looked at the big bear who was calm and silent like a real doll.

Sitting together is indeed a lot like a well-behaved schoolboy and his playmate Bear waiting for dinner.

But Amuro also understands very well that they are not so harmless.

It can even be said to be very dangerous.

If you are so easily deceived by their appearance, it will be a big problem.

Amuro put away his thoughts and brought the food to the table, and Daifuku stood up and walked to the kitchen to help serve the food.

"I'm moving—" The white-haired boy clasped his hands together until all the dishes were ready.

He did this while he was eating lunch at school, and it was said to be a Japanese custom.

I don't know why I did this, but did I have to tell the food in advance that I was going to eat them?

But if everyone is doing it, let's do it with everyone.

After all, it can't be too out of place.

"Did you learn that in school?" Amuro looked at the boy's posture with some amusement.

The few times I've eaten before, Avi Crell hadn't done that.

"Because everyone does this, and the teachers do it, if I don't do it alone, I will be treated as a child who has no rules." The white-haired teenager explained with a smile.

Unruly/uneducated kids.

It will be considered that the other members of the family are also uneducated and unreliable.

That's not going to work.

Everyone is obviously very good.

"You still care about that." The light-haired man leaned back in his chair and tapped his fingertips on the tabletop.

As a joke, underage members of criminal organizations care about the rules.

"You should care, right?" The white-haired young man just thought for a moment, and then asked with some doubts.

Normal people should care.

"I'm seriously pretending to be like the rest of my classmates." He said seriously.

"That's really ...... Well done. "Amuro Toru complimented him meaningfully.

Such a serious disguise?

Really...... It is worthy of being a member who can get a code name under a minor.

and Avi Crell's way of thinking......

The phrase "You should care, right?" The more I think about it, the more I feel......

Odd.

This reaction should be given, and what should be done between family members......

It's like he doesn't understand exactly what to do, and just mechanically does it a certain way, maybe the book says? Or the way you learned from somewhere else.

Speaking of which, Avi Creel's various reactions......

It's pretty standard.

Whether it's a happy expression, a look, or a body.

It's all perfect like a textbook model.

Is it a delusion?

Looking at the expression of enjoyment on the boy's face as if he had eaten a delicious meal, Amuro pondered.

Let's go back and flip through the book of behavioral expressions.

Next time, you can take a closer look.

And......

Next time, try making it a little unpalatable on purpose, and see how Avi Clear reacts.

"By the way, Brother Tou, have you been to Poirot's Cafe?" Aitto asked, as if suddenly thinking of something.

Although he already knew, he still had to ask.

After all, people don't like to be watched.

Whether it's an undercover family member or another family member.

Obviously, Aito didn't plan to do anything to them, because Papa and that uncle didn't have a mission at all.

Only occasionally the uncle will say [The urgency of the organization seems to be less heavy recently, kill two undercover agents to motivate everyone.] ］

[Everyone seems to be idle lately, so let's have a game of catching mice.] ］

Aitto also occasionally participates in a game of catching mice.

Uncle Bronx had a good relationship with him, but that day, for some reason, he shot him in desperation.

Obviously, he just said a word.

Together with the Bronx, he takes on a mission to clear the undercover agent, and after successfully killing the mission target, he asks the Bronx a question.

"How would an undercover agent want to die? Uncle Bronx. The white-haired young man stood on the rooftop, looking up at the moon, bathed in moonlight, and his tone was sincere and doubtful.

The next moment, Bronx's face was shocked, and then he pulled out his gun without hesitation.