Conan's winery play house

Chapter 165 The Strong Shouldn't Fear the Weak

After going through the dog hole, or secret door, several people entered a small room.

Small but very clean little room.

There is no dust or litter on the ground.

It made the few people who had to climb in feel much better.

Then they stood up and clapped their hands.

He turned his head and looked around.

The next moment, the four members of Silver Bullet retched.

Even Aoyagi Tetsuya, who is an adult, is the same.

He retched uncontrollably.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone didn't eat much today, maybe they would really vomit it out.

"Sure enough, that guy is a pervert." Zhu Xingxiu forcibly controlled his retching posture, clenched his fists, and spoke with a gloomy face.

The room appeared to have been tidied out of a utility room, with no windows but a concealed vent.

There is a sealed vat in the corner beside it.

Bookshelf-like shelves are installed on three walls.

At the moment, every grid is filled with things.

If you take a closer look, you can see a floating arm, or a foot, or a head with both eyes gouged out in glass jars filled with unknown liquids.

Hair clings to the glass like seaweed.

And gouged out eyes.

Pairs of staring eyes were soaked in glass jars.

Green eyes like leaves in the sun, blue eyes like a calm sea, warm light brown eyes like honey...

They should have been extremely beautiful and agile, but at this moment they have become horrifying viewing props.

Tetsuya Aoyagi had already raised his camera and started taking pictures to preserve the evidence without saying a word.

"What's in this jar?" Zhu Xingxiu took out a glove from his trousers pocket, put it on, and then stretched out his hand to try to open the jar.

Kikukawa Seiichiro and others also took out gloves from their bodies and put them on to help.

They are cultivating the days of wearing gloves with them. After all, at the scene of a crime, you can't touch things with your ungloved hands.

Aito Miyamoto was standing in front of a row of glass jars, staring into pairs of eyes inside.

"So...does he want to gouge out my eyes too?" He said thoughtfully.

It seems that it is not only the eyes, but the other party seems to want to tear his whole body apart.

Ai Tuo recalled the other party's scorching gaze, and found an existence with a similar line of sight to the other party's in his memory.

The ogre Mr. who was dismembered by him for 2000 yuan had scorching eyes when he first saw him, and he looked him up and down very carefully.

Detectives cannot kill.

But Uncle Salvino and Papa have taught him not to let anyone who wants to attack him go.

To return the same thing the other party wants to do to him.

This is called never future trouble.

But if the other party is locked up, there should be no chance to appear in front of him again.

The police will take the bad guys where they belong.

He is also a bad person, so he cannot be caught by the police.

"Are you scared? Miyamoto." Kikukawa Seiichiro came to him and asked.

He acted far more frightened than Alto looked.

Rather than worrying about Miyamoto Aito being afraid, it would be better to say...

He wanted to find someone who was as scared as he was.

Aito looked at the other party who looked frightened, then looked at Hideki Mohohoshi and the others who turned their heads disgusted by the contents of the jar, put the lid back on, and started looking for things with great interest.

"I'm not afraid, Kikukawa, are you afraid? Don't be afraid, he is very weak." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy looked at Kikukawa Seiichiro and said.

It's about the same as that Mr. Curator.

Tranquility guns can kill opponents.

"...very weak?" Kikukawa Seiichiro looked at the limbs, heads and eyes on the shelves around him.

Thinking about the contents of the vat that he saw just now, his face turned pale.

The bucket was full of hair, some internal organs, and blood. When they opened it, they saw white maggots wriggling inside.

Thinking of this, Kikukawa Seiichiro's hair stood on end, and he wanted to vomit again.

"Are you okay?" Aito reached out and touched the other's forehead.

It was cold and sweating.

Are you so scared?

"He's very weak. The anesthesia gun in your hand can kill him three times." The white-haired and blue-eyed boy gestured to him with his anesthesia gun.

"Two needles can kill a person. There are six needles in total. His life and death are up to you."

"Why should you be afraid of a person whose life you can easily deprive yourself of?"

"So there's no need to be afraid." Aito said to Kikukawa Seiichiro in a serious tone.

These words were also told by Papa.

Sister Zhibao was afraid of facing the experimental subjects of the organization, after Papa found out about this, he pressed Aituo's head dismissively and said: "You don't want to learn from that woman Shirley, you are afraid of that kind of rubbish. "

"Evidently the life and death of that kind of rubbish is in her hands, and she would be afraid of the other party, guilty? Oh, useless emotions."

"Why should the strong be afraid of the weak? You can kill him, why should you be afraid of him?"

"Are you afraid of people because of guilt, Ivy."

"do not let me down."

Of course Aituo would not let him down, so his answer at that time was also very straightforward.

"I see."

When facing Gin, he is always obedient, so the answer is mostly I know, I understand, okay.

He has no emotions of fear, nor emotions of guilt.

He may still pretend to be in front of strangers, but he will not pretend to be in front of special friends who share secrets.

Kikukawa Seiichiro looked at the white-haired boy whose smile healed, and listened to what the other party said to him softly, his pale face gradually returned to normal.

"Can I... kill him?"

"I don't have to... be afraid of him?"

He whispered, as if talking to himself.

What is he afraid of?Fear of the other party's cruel killing methods, and fear that I will become a collection in those jars.

but……

The opponent is weak.

He holds weapons that can kill each other.

"Yes, so there's nothing to be afraid of, right." Aito nodded with a bright smile.

"You just need to hold the gun tightly and shoot at him, and he will die, it's very simple." He put the anesthesia gun in Kikukawa Seiichiro's hand, let the other party hold the gun tightly, and said so.

Kikukawa Seiichiro did clenched his gun tightly, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

"You're right." He looked at the white-haired boy, showing a calm smile full of etiquette cultivated since childhood.

The performer cannot easily change his face, nor can the audience see the performer's inner thoughts through his expression.

The audience sees only what the performer wants them to see.

Kikukawa Seiichiro has regained his demeanor as the heir to the Kyogen family.

Qingliu Tetsu who was on the side also looked at Miyamoto Aituo with an inexplicable expression.

The series of speeches made by the other party just now were really...arrogant and cold.

The main meaning is probably that the strong need not be afraid of the weak, and the strong control the life and death of the weak.

Because the opponent is weak and can be killed easily, so there is no need to be afraid of the opponent.

This is abetting crime! This is it! ! !
Sure enough, the most dangerous person was the other party, and my instinct was right.

Who can say such things at a young age, who knows what kind of education they have received.

Is this how the chaebol teach the heirs?

　The arrogant and cruel real abettor old father Gin: Am I wrong?

　　Obedient Ato: Keep it in mind.

　　Tetsuya Aoyagi: The chaebols are terrible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)