That's great?

Toru Amuro looked at the cheerful teenager with his face full of true feelings, and felt absurd.

Avi Clear was really happy that he was able to play the so-called game of catching a mouse.

This is not right.

Avi Clear is still a child of the organization after all.

No matter how innocent and ignorant it seems, it is indifferent to human life.

The boy who became a reservoir dog after killing someone before was only because the person who was killed was someone Avi Crell valued.

If it's someone else who has nothing to do with Avi Crell......

Will the other person still feel pain because of the killing?

"Ivey, you ...... back then" The blonde man lowered his eyes to avoid being directly seen in his eyes.

"Is it because you feel pain because you killed someone, or because the person who killed was your sister?" His voice was low and calm.

"If you were to replace it with someone else you don't know, would you feel pain for killing them?" There was even a faint hint of a smile.

Are you laughing when you ask a question yourself?

Listening to his own voice, his brain was a little trance-like.

What is it that makes you laugh?

Laughing because you look at the wrong person?

“…… No, it won't. Aitto tilted his head, was silent for a moment, and gave an answer.

He doesn't lie to his family, even if he knows that what he says may not please them.

“…… You know what you've invented for the organization, right? Amuro asked.

"yes, I know." Aitto nodded.

Even some things he made because everyone in the organization needed them.

"yes, that's right, that's really...... That's great. The blonde man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was genuinely happy.

Sure enough, Avi Clear actually ...... In essence, it has long been assimilated by the organization.

After all, it was raised by the organization when the memory was blank, and it was ...... Maybe maybe it was raised by the guy with Gin.

Raised by demons...... Nature is also a demon.

Little demons are also demons, and there are no real angels in the organization.

Why did he think that the other party would be that kind of innocent and kind existence in the first place?

Zero felt sick to his stomach for a while, but he was also a little relieved.

It's actually pretty good, isn't it?

That way, he would take advantage of Aviclell and not feel so much guilt.

Avi Clear is not innocent.

He volunteered to provide the invention for the Order, knowing that the Order would take those things to commit crimes.

Laissez-faire and indulgence are inherently sinful.

Along with this realization came a change in his feelings for Avicler, who had always had some pity before, because the other party was young, ignorant, and seemingly innocent and ignorant of the world, but now it has become disgust.

It was as disgusted as he was with the rest of the Order.

Avi Clear is no different from those who help organize crime.

It's just a younger criminal.

"I like you more." Toru Amuro chuckled and said.

Disgusting, disgusting.

When the image he gave to the other person was shattered, everything he saw about the other person seemed to become hateful.

But no, you cannot.

Don't show your dislike for Avi Clear.

Bourbon would only like each other more because of it.

Because of the other party's proposal, Bourbon can enjoy the joy of catching mice, and Bourbon should be happy.

So Amuro just smiled lazily and took the initiative to ask with a look of surprise, "Really?" The teenager hugged and pressed the other's head to his chest so as not to be seen by the other party.

The emotions in the obscure blue eyes are complex and repulsive.

"Go to bed early." He touched the young man's soft white hair and said in a natural tone.

"Can I have a bedtime story today?" Aitto asked nervously and expectantly.

Since Brother Tou said that he was very happy today, he should be willing to tell him a bedtime story.

"Absolutely." Amuro said.

"Great!" The boy's voice was joyful and joyful.

As if standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled casually, and told Avi Clear a bedtime story in a soothing and patient tone.

After seeing the boy close his eyes, Cai turned off the bedside lamp, put down the fairy tale book and left.

"I'm ...... Bourbon. Zero stood in front of the half-length mirror in the bathroom of the room, his expression calm.

"A madman who is misanthropic, hates undercover, and likes to torture and kill."

"Don't hate Avi Clear."

"Bourbon doesn't hate Ivy Crear." The blonde man looked at himself in the mirror and said word by word.

Then he repeated these words hundreds of times, and engraved them deeply into his mind.

It's as if that's what he thinks.

Falling Gu Zero was lying on the bed, thinking that he might not be able to sleep tonight, but he didn't expect that as soon as he lay on the bed, his consciousness sank uncontrollably and he closed his eyes.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Bourbon opened his eyes.

"Misanthropy, hateful undercover, and a madman who likes to torture and kill is the character that Bo should have, just remember it firmly like this." The blonde man's satisfied opening, his aura quietly brought unbridled madness.

He came to Avi Creel's room.

"Well done." Bourbon spoke to the boy on the bed, his tone complimenting.

The efficiency is quite high, this public security has to do a task, if you catch an undercover agent......

When the time comes, I'll show the police how Bourbon treats undercover agents.

Aren't you going to be a bourbon? That's more realistic.

"It's Papa." Aitor shook his head.

He only mentioned it to Papa, and the reason why Brother Tho received the assignment was because Papa negotiated with Uncle Rum.

No, it should be said...... It's Uncle Vodka negotiating with Uncle Rum.

Uncle Vodka told him that Papa didn't want to deal with Uncle Rum, so all the exchanges were relayed by Uncle Vodka.

Uncle Vodka told Uncle Rum that he wanted to see the strength of the highly anticipated members of the intelligence service, and said something about the existence of undercover agents in the organization, so Uncle Rum gave Brother Tho a task.

For the sake of the face of the intelligence services.

"This police officer suddenly hates you." Bourbon didn't care whose credit it was, as long as his goal was achieved, nothing else mattered, so he just picked an interesting topic and said.

"That's how undercover families are." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy sat on the bed, his eyes depressed, and his tone sounded a little accustomed to calmness, looking like a little pitiful.

I won't like him easily, I won't love him easily, but I will easily dislike him.

This is the consistent style of undercover families.

"Looks so pathetic...... Ivy. Bourbon chuckled.

"So it's better to appreciate that it's a good thing to bring us back, isn't it?" The tone is meaningful.

"At least we will be your real family, and we won't be like double-faced undercover agents, only thinking about how to deceive and use you." He lowered his voice and leaned over to touch the boy's cheek.

"So don't feel sorry for being undercover, they don't deserve it."

"Of course, if it's playing with them, it doesn't matter."

"For undercover agents, they will never give you real affection, you should really learn from them." He said with emotion.

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