Chapter 86 Thirty-seven Shotas

"Wow, it's a wagyu roll."

A voice suddenly appeared beside the cart with the shopping: "That's great, I want to eat it too, can you cook crab dishes?"

Bourbon was not frightened at all. She didn't even look up and carefully selected the food while talking to the visitor: "It's past the crab season now."

"It seems so." When Bourbon turned around and put the things he had chosen into the cart, the black-haired young man leaning on the handle of the cart complained childishly with a puffed face, "It's so annoying. Why was I born at the end of October?"

Bourbon had heard from the two Grantis in Nagano that they had their own way to prolong their lives after escaping the researchers' control. But if you calculate the time, the freshest and most delicious crabs will be out of season when this Granti is "born", so his life can't be extended until next September...

Granty didn't care what he was thinking. He naturally helped Bourbon push the cart and casually swept the snacks from the shelf into the cart: "Brother will like this one, and this one will also like it...ah, and this one is not bad either, Brother will definitely like it!"

His thoughts were interrupted. Bourbon sighed and followed behind Granty, bending down from time to time to take out the snacks that were not for children from the cart and put them back on the shelf.

Since leaving Nagano half a month ago, the Grantis who had officially confirmed their cooperation with them no longer tried to hide their presence in front of them. In the blink of an eye, a strange Granti appeared and chatted with them in a familiar manner. Both Bourbon Scotland and Ley went from being wary to being accustomed to it.

Bourbon and his friends never asked why the Granty that appeared each time was basically different, nor did they ask where the other Grantys had gone. These questions were all tacitly swallowed back by them. They didn't even find a position to ask why 10561 and 10562 hadn't appeared again.

What other reason could there be for Granty, who only had seven days to live, to disappear one day? They didn't want to deliberately expose someone's scars.

As long as the elusive Grantis continue to abide by their cooperation conditions and do not do anything harmful to society, the three Whiskeys will turn a blind eye.

It was not the first time that they naturally participated in selecting food and daily necessities for A. They were happy to satisfy the Grantys' desire to secretly have some contact with their brother.

“By the way, were you the one who contacted us yesterday?” Bourbon asked casually, remembering the location they received after A went missing.

Curacao hasn't woken up yet, and there has been no news from the police about the person who sent Curacao over, so Bourbon doesn't know that the guy in front of him did a big thing yesterday, and this guy was also the culprit who caused him to work overtime this morning.

He was still a little suspicious of the Grantis, but had no evidence.

Granti, who was standing in a very unsteady posture in front, stopped and stretched, then lay back like a cat. It was unknown whether he did not hear Bourbon's test or did not care.

He hummed, "I'm the new replacement - oh my, it's finally my turn. It's rare to be so close to my brother. You must be jealous. I'm not like that guy who has problems even when he's under surveillance."

Bourbon was silent for a while, then looked towards Granty's ear and found an earphone.

The Grantis seem to prefer communicating through online channels, and they rarely meet each other on their own initiative unless they have to team up to protect A.

This is also a pattern observed by several people, but to be honest, they have only seen five or six Granti, so this pattern is not credible at all.

However, this is not the first time Bourbon has encountered a pair of Granty partners who have a bad relationship.

He secretly held his forehead.

These Granthis who grew up in similar environments are essentially the same no matter what personalities they display. In addition, they are all paralyzed and cannot make any facial expressions, so it is even more difficult to tell who is who at a glance.

As the saying goes, like repels like... I guess this is the case with the Grantis.

Bourbon remembered that last week, No. 10565 and No. 10564 started fighting for no apparent reason when he and Lei were arguing. In the end, they stopped and pulled apart the two Grantys, who looked to be 13 years old each.

According to the two, the reason for the fight was that No. 10565 secretly took away the top-secret research data treasured by No. 10564.

Later Bourbon found out that the top-secret research data referred to the photo of A that the Grantis had secretly taken at some point in time.

…we would fight for such reasons before, but now we are very restrained when we quarrel.

"So what should we call you?" Bourbon asked again after he calmed down.

Although the Grantys all like this name and the undercover trio is willing to call them that, when there are multiple Grantys, they must be distinguished by numbers. Otherwise, if you call out a Granty, all the Grantys will respond, and in the end they will still fight over the excuse of "This name was given to me by my brother." Don't ask why Bourbon knows this. The answer is that Bourbon, who has only experienced a handful of Grantys, is always on the way to stop the fight. Now he has a lot of experience.

When answering this question, Granty perked up. He pushed the cart towards Bourbon, resting his chin on his clasped palms, and introduced himself in a harmless tone: "Granty No. 10568, that's me~!"

For some reason, this Granty's tone was more emotional than the ordinary Grantys. Bourbon was stunned for a second and looked at him with surprise: "You are..."

The Grandys and A all had paralyzed faces that were unable to make any expression.

AAfter all, it’s because of acquired facial paralysis, so there is still emotion when I speak.

It was different for the Grantis. According to No. 10562, the researchers had not given them an expression module at all, and their emotions were spontaneously dedicated to their older brother, with no time left to make expressions.

Luckily, they thought it was great to be exactly like their brother, so they didn't care about it.

But the emotions expressed by No. 10568 when speaking were richer than those expressed by A, and you couldn't hear any of the feelings expressed by Granti and the others!

"It's simple, isn't it? We can actually do this." Granti shrugged. "The expression module cannot be adjusted autonomously. It's the nature of clones, but emotions can be imitated. As long as we imitate them to the point of being indistinguishable from the real thing, who can say that there is no emotion in our voices?"

"Before, it was because no one else was interested. I made such adjustments for the mission." He blinked, looked at Bourbon with interest, and was eager to try. "By the way, I learned a new smile, do you want to see it?"

Bourbon felt a chill on his back, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he looked over with great interest.

This was the first time he saw Grantys making expressions. This Granty looked like an adult. If A grew up normally, he would look like this.

So out of an inexplicable sense of being a breeder, Bourbon was still looking forward to seeing Granty laugh.

The black-haired young man mysteriously covered his face with his palms, like making faces to comfort a child, and paused for a few seconds before quickly removing his hands to reveal his face behind, and dubbed his expression: "Smile?"

...revealing the face from behind.

Bourbon couldn't help but take a step back.

How to describe what he saw? It was like an Ichimatsu doll with melted features, or the New Year's game of sticking features on a headshot and ending up with the eyes stuck on the chin...

In a nutshell, to sum up.

In a sense, it is a really deadly smile.

Bourbon forced a dry laugh. "Actually, there's no need to force yourself in a place like this. It doesn't matter if you have an expression or not. You see, A-kun thinks the same way."

Granty rubbed his face, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his expressionless look, and his voice was filled with regret: "I did this because I wanted to see my brother smile. Who knew that when I practiced in front of the mirror, the glass would immediately shatter, and when I practiced in front of the water, ripples would always appear. I can only practice with Eye No. 10567. It's a really strange phenomenon. Do you know what's going on?"

This is not strange anymore, right? After practicing like this, you still have that distorted expression. What did you look like before you practiced? It's not strange that the mirror can break! !

Bourbon covered his mouth and swallowed the words "Is No. 10567 still alive?"

Suddenly, Granti, who had always appeared relaxed and happy, paused for a few seconds, and his eyes turned dark.

"Brother was taken away." The black-haired young man's voice was so cold that it could break ice. "He was taken away by a man with a Scottish face."

Bourbon's face changed.

He knew that Scotland and Lei were not in Tokyo today because they had a mission. I think the Grantis who had been protecting A in secret also knew this. The one who took A away at this moment was definitely not the real Scotland.

Since they were out of food at home and their shopping was interrupted by a kidnapping yesterday, Bourbon thought about taking the kids to the mall again. However, A had been sleeping on the way there and refused to wake up even after they got to the mall.

Bourbon thought that A was not really a child, and there were police officers keeping an eye on the parking lot at all times. Besides, the crisis had just been resolved, so he was worried that something might happen to A if he wasn't careful enough after bringing him up.

In the end, he chose to leave A in the locked car.

Unexpectedly, the people who came were dressed as Scottish, and even the police who were protecting and monitoring them were fooled!

Bourbon guessed that the other party just wanted to trick A by dressing up as a Scottish man, and didn't expect to accidentally fool other people.

When thinking of this exquisite disguise technique, a name immediately popped up in Bourbon's mind:

bermuda.

That woman, known as the Witch of a Thousand Faces, is also the favorite of the gentleman who is well-known in the organization.