"You're friends with Junerik?"

Ireland actively seeks out topics while driving.

Avi Clear is a minor member, and Junerik is not yet seventeen years old.

If the two are four years apart, it is still possible to know each other.

"Friends? No, it's the family in the organization. Ato shook his head in thought.

Junerik is family.

They are friends.

"Is the relationship good?" Ireland asked again.

"Hmmm! Zhu Rui said I was special! Aitto replied in the affirmative.

"That's good." Ireland is somewhat relieved.

There are also friends of the same age, although ordinary people can also make friends, but there will always be a little less tacit understanding and adaptability, and the friends of the organization...... It can still be believed from childhood to adulthood, although it is inevitable that there will be white-eyed wolves who betray halfway.

But only a handful.

And Junerek's nervousness and anxiety when he hugged Avi Clear to find Herega, was not fake.

The other party was indeed worried about Avi Clear.

The car pulls into the garage.

"Do your eyes still hurt?" Ireland unbuckles seatbelts and asks.

"It doesn't hurt." Aitor shook his head.

Ireland was a little suspicious that Avi Clear was saying it didn't hurt because he didn't want to worry him.

The eyes are extremely fragile organs in the human body, and with so much blood flowing, how can they not hurt?

"It really doesn't hurt, don't worry, I don't feel pain." Aitto saw Ireland's skeptical eyes and explained earnestly.

"Don't feel pain?" The Irish voice is deep.

Born painless? If you don't feel pain from birth, there are people in the organization, but such people are usually ...... Lunatic.

They don't feel pain, so hurting their bodies is common for them, even if they bleed all over the ground and tossed themselves to death.

But if you cultivate well, you are a dead soldier 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 Avi Clear doesn't look like those who are born painless.

"Not by birth." Aitor shook his head.

He still felt pain before, the pain was uncomfortable, a little uncomfortable, and his eyes would shed tears out of his own control, he was very puzzled, why did he shed tears?

Then suddenly one day, he didn't feel any pain, and his eyes no longer watered uncontrollably.

Even if you are pressed into the water and can't breathe air, or if you fail to do the experiment, you will still feel a little uncomfortable.

But no matter how his parents expressed their love to him after that, or the uncles and aunts of the laboratory researchers treated him in various ways, he would not be in pain.

This should be something to be happy about.

"I don't know exactly when it didn't hurt, but I would feel it until then, so I wasn't born painless, right?" As if he felt that he had come to the right conclusion, the boy looked up at Ireland expectantly.

“…… You're right. Ireland touched the boy's hair.

Pain doesn't go away for no reason.

It can only be what happens.

But Avi Clear himself didn't know what was happening.

He didn't want to ask.

There is no need to remind Avi Clear of the past.

It's just that at night, Ireland watched the sleeping boy silently for a long time.

When he turned around, he found that the doll bear was staring at him behind his back for a long time without blinking.

After a moment of staring at each other, Ireland closed his eyes and slept, and the doll bear put on an eye patch.

……

Early the next morning, Miyamoto went to school wearing an eye patch.

He had another set of clothes on him.

Yesterday's clothes were stained with blood and handed over to Robert to clean up.

But you can't wear the same set of clothes for two days in a row, unless it's all the same style like papa, no matter which set you change.

Recently, the weather is still a little cold, and the streets are wearing long sleeves, so Miyamoto Aito is wearing a thicker shirt today, a white shirt with a gold ginkgo leaf shaped lapel, a creamy V-neck sweater, a khaki tie, dark brown shorts and socks.

The whole outfit looks like it has a warm and soft feel.

Because he wears an eye patch in his left eye, he can't wear blind sunglasses anymore.

The other eye was revealed.

When he walked into the classroom and sat down in his place, Hideki Kohoshi frowned.

"You were beaten?" Zhu Xing Xiushu looked at the blindfold on his friend's left eye, as well as the red bird logo on the blindfold, and tightened his brows, his tone with a slightly questioning look.

Who hit it?

The dark eyes of the stars and trees were surging with colors called anger and murderous intent.

But after thinking about it, Miyamoto Aito is not weak, and the fact that he is a natural strong man makes it difficult for him to be bullied.

So I shouldn't have been beaten.

The anger in Zhu Xing Xiushu's eyes was swept away, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened?" ”

"Nobody hit me, just overused my eyes." Aitto shook his head and explained.

"Overuse of your eyes? Reading too many books? Zhu Xingxiushu was stunned, and secretly recalled his recent living habits.

Breakfast in the morning, reading the newspaper, reading a book.

Then I practiced marksmanship when I had time, and I had to read a book again before going to bed.

Isn't he going to overuse his eyes too?

"It's not a book...... "Etto shook his head, a little unsure of how to explain it.

"I don't know what to ......say to the stars," he said, with a distressed expression.

"Then it goes without saying." Hideki Zhuxing propped his chin with one hand and spoke.

"I'm not going to force you to say something that's hard to explain." He turned his pen with a flamboyant expression.

"That means it'll be fine in a few days, right? And it doesn't hurt, does it? Hideki asked, pointing a pen into Etto's eyes.

"Well, it's going to be fine, it doesn't hurt." Aitor nodded, smiling.

Hideki stopped for a moment as he turned his pen, lowered his head and covered his face with one hand, but the exposed parts and ears were red.

You put sunglasses on me!

"Hurry up, you know!" Zhuxing Xiushu lowered his voice and roared.

But after yelling, he felt that what he said was really unreasonable.

Miyamoto himself can't control himself to recover quickly, and it's useless for him to urge.

So he put the newspaper that he had in hand in front of Miyamoto Aito.

"Ahem, look at this." The crimson on his face hadn't dissipated yet, and he deliberately diverted the topic.

Miyamoto Aitto glanced down.

Two newspapers, one of which said that the police, with the help of the Silver Bullet Detective Corps, found the bomb planted by the bomber.

There is also an article in the corner that writes that the real identity of the bomber is Japan's top architect Teiji Moriya.

The style of the two articles looks very similar to Tetsu Aoyagi.

The other is about the murder of Reika Shitsui, the eldest lady of the Yotsui Group, on the day of her birthday party.

It was Kogoro Mori who solved the murder.

"Is there anything wrong with the newspaper?" Miyamoto Aito asked, looking at Hideki Shishi.