Conan: I'm Not a Model Worker in the Winery

Chapter 339: The Past - Lianzhu-01 Forbidden Zone
The sky in January is gray.

The snow falling from the sky lost its pure white color and was covered with a layer of gray.

On the street, a truck was parked behind a shop on the corner, and the driver and porter were repeating the unloading work.

At the opposite alley, there was a black-haired boy staring at their goods like a hungry wolf...

The unloading worker probably stumbled and tilted his body, causing a bag of bread in the box to fall to the ground. Before he could pick up the things in his hands -

The black-haired boy suddenly rushed out from the alley like the wind, like a seasoned jungle hunter, and in the blink of an eye he 'grabbed' the bread that fell on the ground with his hands.

"Where did this little bastard come from!"

The unloading man was stunned for a moment, then started to curse, and wanted to put down his things and chase after them, but the driver held out his hand to stop him: "Forget it, this is how it is in Hiroshima now, they are probably kids from the restricted area... Don't bother with them."

When the porter heard the word "restricted area", his face changed. He then stopped talking, glanced fearfully in the direction the boy left, and continued to do his job.

……

The black-haired boy ran barefoot on the snow.

He held the bag of bread he had picked up tightly in his hand, his joy beyond words.

After crossing several intact streets, he plunged into the "restricted area" where no one had entered...

There is not much difference between here and outside: the ground is covered with snow, but the buildings here have been abandoned and have not been rebuilt.

But as a place to stay, this place is more than enough.

however……

When he was less than 20 meters away from his home, the black-haired boy was stunned:

His 'door' was open, and he could clearly see a silver figure swaying inside, and a small hand tugging at the other person's sleeve.

Suddenly, a surge of anger rushed to the boy's head, and he immediately rushed forward with a roar:

"what are you doing!"

He took two steps at a time and reached the door of his house. He threw the bag of bread at the door and planned to fight with everyone in the house.

However, just when he was about to take action, what he saw made him dumbfounded:

Perhaps hearing his shout, the silver-haired figure in the room slowly turned around - it was also a boy who looked about the same age as him, but the pair of dark green eyes were full of spirit, something the black-haired boy had never seen before.

Seeing him, the silver-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief, "You are him, the brother they...are talking about...ah!"

It took him a scream before the black-haired boy reacted.

The other person was holding a small brown-haired kid in his arms, whose face had not yet grown and who was sleeping soundly. On his left, he was pulling a large pink-haired kid, who was giggling and grabbing his silver hair with one hand. His right arm was also held by a large white-haired kid, who was also persistently trying to grab a handful of silver hair...

The worst thing was that the pink and white ones on the left and right were not much different in physique from the silver-haired boy, and each of them kept poking his face with a small hand. It was so uncomfortable...

Seeing that the other party had no ill intentions, the black-haired boy hesitated for a moment, then walked over and pulled away the two boys on his left and right who were younger than them.

"Brother! You're back~" The white-haired boy noticed him only after being pulled away. He shouted happily, decisively forgetting the tuft of silver hair he had been thinking about, and turned around and threw himself on the black-haired boy.

"elder brother!"

The other pink-haired kid had the same reaction, except he climbed onto the black-haired boy's back.

Now, it is the black-haired boy's turn to become the tree for these little koalas.

He and the silver-haired boy looked at each other in bewilderment, and the atmosphere became a little weird.

"...What are you going to do?" There was still vigilance in the black-haired boy's eyes. He asked while pulling away the two younger brothers he was with.

During this process, his eyes were fixed on the child held by the silver-haired boy. The silver-haired boy blinked and showed a sunny smile that the black-haired boy had never seen on outsiders:
"As for me, I was just... passing by, just passing by~ well, I came to see a doctor."

As he said this, he gently placed the child in his hands on the wooden board covered with a blanket.

This action made the black-haired boy's cold face relax a lot. He walked to the wooden bed with two balls, one pink and one white, and protected the children on the bed, with some curiosity in his eyes: "Can you treat illnesses?"

The silver-haired boy scratched his head and said, "Ah... I can, but it's a bit troublesome to treat you guys."

"…Are you a doctor?"

“…Ah, probably not?”

"..."

The black-haired boy stared at the other person closely. The more he looked, the more suspicious he felt. His muscles gradually tensed up, and he was in a completely offensive posture.

Seeing this, the silver-haired boy's dark green eyes revealed a hint of helplessness. He raised his shoulders and walked backwards out of the other's "home".

When he reached the door, he threw the bag of bread back to the other person:
"I see you've all been hungry for quite some time, eat something first... I'll be back soon, just stand here and don't move!"

After saying that, without waiting for the black-haired boy to react, he ran away - he was also barefoot, leaving another row of footprints on the gray-white snow.

Looking at his departing back, the black-haired boy was a little stunned. He looked at the big bag of bread in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally closed the door forcefully.

——This "home" is actually a small shed made of wooden boards.

However, this shed is quite sturdy, and it contains various wood and straw materials for keeping warm, as well as blankets and quilts, making it perfect for living.

As for the real 'house'...these kids can't compete with the adults for it.

After locking the wooden door, the black-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief.

He opened the bag of bread, took out two slices of bread and gave them to the two little ones, one pink and one white. Then he took out another slice, poured some water from the tin can beside him into the wooden bowl next to him, tore off a few pieces of bread and soaked them in the water. After stirring it into bread paste, he put the wooden bowl on an iron plate and used a flint to light the pile of grass under the iron plate.

There was suddenly some warmth in the cold shed.

After doing all this, the black-haired boy stood up and turned to look at his two younger brothers who were wolfing down the bread. He went over and touched their heads, saying helplessly, "Why did you let anyone in so easily?"

"Ahhh~ Ahhhh...Because my brother, the brother just now, coaxed Sanlang to sleep." The white-haired little boy sat on the bed, swinging his legs, with his big round eyes open. His light red eyes were full of innocence.

On the other side, the little boy with pink hair bit his bread and nodded desperately, "Yes, yes, Sanlang kept crying, and then that big brother came over and Sanlang stopped crying!"

The color of his eyes was darker than the white-haired boy's, and looked a light purple.

Both of them were older than the brown-haired kid sleeping on the bed, but smaller than the black-haired boy, and their expressions were not complete.

But the black-haired boy understood the whole story as soon as he heard it, and his face immediately turned stern: "You took Saburo out to play again?"

Noticing the severity in his tone, the two people who were chewing bread stopped immediately and shrank their heads in fear.

This action clearly illustrates the problem.

The black-haired boy hit his two younger brothers on the head and said, "What a joke! Sanlang is not in good health. Didn't I tell you not to take him out?"

The two who were hit on the head suddenly became crying:
"Brother, I was wrong... Can you please not hit my head in the future?" The pink-haired girl said aggrievedly, making 'QAQ' while chewing bread
The black-haired boy still had a stern face: "If you don't obey, I will beat you again."

"Hmm~Brother." The white-haired girl rolled her eyes and pointed at the boiling bread batter over there, "It's smoking~"

The black-haired boy turned his head and saw that the small bowl of bread batter was already smoking.

He quickly took a stone slab and pressed it on the burning haystack to put out the fire. Then he picked up the bowl, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and tested the temperature. Then he walked to the plank bed, woke up the little brown-haired boy, and carefully fed him the bread paste.

Seeing that the black-haired boy's attention had been diverted, the two little ones, one pink and one white, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to busy themselves with their eating.

(End of this chapter)